The next morning, Fluey headed into HQ, groggy and disheveled. Multi cast him a worried glance.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Anyone around?" Fluey asked. He could barely see straight. Coiley looked around.
"No," he said.
"It happened again last night," Fluey said.
"But there wasn't a full moon last night," Coiley said.
"I know," Fluey said. "I change when I'm in any moonlight. Lucky for me last night was cloudy, and I managed to get home before I did any damage."
"Okay, I think we'd better go find that fortune teller and get her to lift this curse."
The boys left HQ, and headed to the fairgrounds, where that carnival was. To their complete shock, they had packed up and moved on.
"Well, there goes that idea," Coiley sighed.
"I don't think she'd have hung around anyway," Fluey said. "Not after we found all her drugs."
"So now what do we do?" Multi asked.
"I don't know," Coiley said.
The boys went back to HQ, and found Danalleah there. She had a nervous look on her face.
"Did you find out anything?" Fluey asked her.
"Yes," Danalleah said. "I found out that this is going to take awhile to find the cure for this curse. Winnie's been helping me, but she said it's too dangerous for either of us to lift it with our magic, because mixing magic can be extremely dangerous."
"Great," Fluey groaned.
"I'll keep looking," Danalleah said, hugging the dark-haired Impossible close. "I won't stop until I find out how to lift this curse."
"Whatever it takes," Fluey said.
The next day at HQ, the boys were hanging out in Big D's office, running a new song by Phyllis. As they were rehearsing, the phone rang. Phyllis immediately picked it up.
"Secret Security Headquarters," she said. "Oh, Mr. Miller. What's wrong? What?! Again last night? And the Jorgensen's farm, and the MacDonald's farm? Any casualties? I see. Yeah. Okay. I'll let him know."
"What's wrong, Phyllis?" Multi asked.
"Apparently, a wolf attacked a bunch of farms last night around three thirty in the morning," Phyllis said.
"What?" Multi asked.
"Oh, you're kidding!" Coiley shouted.
Fluey didn't say anything. He looked awful guilty about something, though. Phyllis then alerted Big D about the situation, and he sent the Impossibles down to investigate this. Once they reached the Millers' farm, Fluey stayed in the car, and Multi and Coiley climbed out.
"Don't move," Multi told him. "We've got some questions for you."
Fluey nodded. He didn't know what to say. Multi and Coiley approached Mr. Miller, who was standing by his fence.
"Did you happen to see the wolf?" Coiley asked.
"Yes," Mr. Miller said. "Same as the other night. Same black fur."
"Good grief. Mr. Miller I can't explain this, I really can't."
"I know. But I have to tell you, Mr. Jorgensen and Mr. MacDonald aren't too pleased. This wolf is a menace!"
"Look, we can handle it if you'll just give us some time."
"I'll give you three days!" a voice shouted.
"I'll give them three hours!" another yelled. Mr. Miller and the two Impossibles turned around to see two more farmers, Cliff Jorgensen, and Lloyd MacDonald.
"These the lads who are so interested in that wolf?" Mr. MacDonald asked. He was definitely Scottish. "What could they be interested in that thing fer?"
"You two know anything about this wolf?" Mr. Jorgensen asked, somewhat annoyed.
"We know a lot about this wolf," Coiley said. "We just can't tell you much about it."
"You keep him as a pet?" Mr. Jorgensen asked. "Because if he gets into my yard again, I'll shoot him!"
"No!" Multi shouted. "You can't do that!"
"Cliff, please!" Mr. Miller shouted. "I know it's not easy for all of you to have a wolf running around, but losing your temper about it won't do anything."
"We'll give this wolf one more chance, laddie," Mr. MacDonald said to Multi. "But if he gets into my sheep pen again, I dinnae think he'll be so lucky."
"I get the drift," Coiley said. "But I don't think you can just haul off and shoot it."
"Then we'll take this to City Hall," Mr. Jorgensen said. "You'd better hope that wolf doesn't get into my farm again!"
Mr. MacDonald nodded in agreement, and walked off. Multi and Coiley turned to Mr. Miller.
"I'm really sorry," Multi said. "But you should know that this wolf doesn't mean any harm whatsoever. He's just not aware of what he's doing."
"How do you know that?" Mr. Miller asked.
"Well . . . . . we just do."
"Well, whatever you can do. But I'm with Cliff and Lloyd. If that wolf gets into my yard again, I'm taking drastic measures and bringing this up with City Hall."
"All right."
The two Imposibles went back to the Impossi-Mobile. Fluey was biting his lower lip, ready to be grilled.
"You want to tell us what happened?" Multi asked, calmly.
"I have no idea," Fluey said. "I guess I must've changed while I was sleeping. I don't really remember what happened. Maybe I was sleep stalking or something."
"Yeah, you probably were," Coiley said. "Fluey, you have to stay inside at night. It's the only way I can keep you out of trouble until Danalleah finds the fortune teller."
Fluey sighed, and nodded. It was about all he could do. Multi heaved a sigh, and put his hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Hey," he said. "Don't worry. I'm sure everything's gonna be all right."
"I really hope so, Multi," Fluey sighed. He had to crack this case if it killed him, and it probably would kill him, especially if Mr. Jorgensen had anything to do with it.
That night was sheer agony. Fluey couldn't take it much longer.
"Guys, I gotta get out," he said. "We've been cooped up in here all day."
"Well, it's the middle of the night," Multi said. "We haven't heard anything from Danalleah yet."
"Multi, please! I gotta get out of here before I go stir crazy!"
Multi glanced out the window, and saw that it was overcast outside. Clouds blocked the moon entirely.
"I guess it's okay as long as it's overcast," Multi said.
"Yeah, the weatherman said it was going to be cloudy all night," Coiley said.
Upon hearing that, Fluey opened the door, and practically ran out. Multi and Coiley couldn't blame him. They'd be going nuts too if they inside doing nothing all day. Then they followed after him, just in case something should happen. And something did happen. The clouds were beginning to clear up.
"What weatherman said it was going to be overcast all night, Coiley?" Multi asked.
"The one on KPUT," Coiley said.
"Figures. They're always wrong about the weather! Come on. We'd better get to Mr. Miller's before Mr. Jorgensen finds Fluey with his shotgun."
"As far as I know, Mr. Miller's got a shotgun as well. We gotta split!"
"We'll take the Impossi-Jet!"
Multi and Coiley grabbed their transformers, and activated them, changing into their superhero identities, just in case. Then, they ran outside, and climbed into the Impossi-Mobile, converted to Impossi-Jet, and took off like a shot. They managed to reach the Millers' farm in under twenty minutes, which turned out to be a good thing. There was Fluey in wolf form, stalking the sheep pen. Multi jumped out of the jet, and ran towards Fluey. Coiley landed and followed.
"Okay, Fluey, don't do anything hasty," he said.
Fluey's response was a low growl, and he bore his fangs at Multi and Coiley. Then he turned back to the sheep. Multi and Coiley didn't know what to do.
The back door opened then, and out ran Mr. Miller, holding a rifle. He saw Fluey and aimed. Multi and Coiley really had to act fast.
"Mr. Miller, don't!" Coiley shouted, springing over to the farmer. He tackled Mr. Miller, which caused the rifle to fire. The bullet shot into the air. Multi heaved a sigh of relief. Fluey stopped in his tracks and stared at Coiley and Mr. Miller.
"I told you I was giving that wolf only one more chance!" Mr. Miller shouted. "That thing is a menace!"
"That thing is not a menace!" Coiley shouted. "He's our best friend!"
"You're crazy!"
"Mr. Miller, I know this sounds like something out of a horror movie, but that's really our friend Fluey."
"But how can that be possible? What is he, a werewolf?"
"No, he's not a werewolf. He got a curse placed on him by a carnival fortune teller. Every time he gets into the moonlight, he'll turn into a wolf."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Oh yeah? Watch this."
Coiley pointed skyward. Thick clouds covered the moon. The minute they were covered, Fluey morphed back into human form. He stood up, looked at Coiley and Multi, and then collapsed. Multi ran over to him, and pulled him into a sitting position.
"You see?" Coiley asked.
"I can't believe it," Mr. Miller said.
"I don't think he knows what he's doing when he's a wolf, Mr. Miller," Multi said.
"Yes, I believe that's understandable," Mr. Miller said. "And after seeing it with my own eyes, I believe it's credible. All right. Should I tell this to Mr. Jorgensen and Mr. MacDonald?"
"NO!" Multi and Coiley screamed in unison. Fluey cringed, and started to clean out his ear.
"Mr. Miller, you can't breathe a word of this to anyone," Coiley said. "Knowing Mr. Jorgensen, he might try something crazy like get silver bullets or something."
"Yeah, that's the only way to kill a werewolf, and Fluey's no werewolf," Multi said.
"We're in the process of trying to find a cure," Coiley continued. "If we can find it, we can fix this mess, but please just don't tell anyone."
"All right," Mr. Miller said. "My lips are sealed."
"Thanks," Coiley said. He and Multi pulled Fluey to his feet, and guided him to the Impossi-Jet.
"That was easy," Coiley said. "Can we trust him, though?"
"Mr. Miller? Yeah, I think so," Multi said. "We can trust him. It's Jorgensen I don't trust."
"What makes you say that?"
"I don't know. I get the feeling he's gonna find out about this."
Coiley shrugged, and started up the Impossi-Mobile. Of course, Multi had a good reason to get that feeling. As it turned out, Mr. Jorgensen saw Fluey head over to Mr. Miller's when he was a wolf, and followed him with the shotgun. He wanted to shoot, but then Multi and Coiley showed up on the scene. He heard the entire conversation and was on the phone with Mr. MacDonald.
"No kidding, Lloyd," he said. "A real life werewolf! I saw him turn into a human myself!"
"Are ye sure?" Mr. MacDonald asked. "I thought the whole story of werewolves was in the movies!"
"I'm dead serious. Those two kids asked John Miller to keep it a secret. I knew John would cooperate with those kids. He's too soft."
"Well, we cannae let this werewolf on our farms again. What do ye suggest we do?"
"Call as many farmers in the area as you can. Set traps, get some silver bullets, and the next time that werewolf comes around, shoot it."
"Yer a bit trigger happy, aren't ye?"
"Spread the word."
"Aye, will do."
Mr. Jorgensen hung up the phone and began calling the other farmers in the area. Mr. MacDonald did the same. Pretty soon, the entire farming industry in the area knew of the werewolf, and they were about to call the government in on it.
