The water was rising fast. It looked like this was going to be the end for all of them. Multi, Coiley, and FG used their powers and propelled themselves toward the ceiling again. Multi leaned his hand against the wall, and to his surprise, a stone moved slightly.
"Hey, I think this stone's loose!" he shouted. "Help me push it, Coiley!"
The two Impossibles pushed the large stone out of the wall, revealing a small tunnel, just big enough for them all to crawl through.
"Everybody out of the pool!" Coiley shouted, lowering himself down to the ground. Then, he, Multi, and FG boosted Danalleah, Shawn, the kids, and Skittles into the tunnel before going in themselves. To their relief, the tunnel led right outside the temple.
"Now all we have to do is get track down those two crooks," Shawn said. "And that's going to be easier said than done."
"They're probably halfway back to camp by now," Multi said. "What I wouldn't give for a remote control device to activate the Impossi-Jet."
"Stand back, everybody," Danalleah said. "I think I might be able to make it materialize. But I'm going to need some space."
Danalleah stood forward, closed her eyes, put her fingers to her temples, and concentrated as hard as she could. As she concentrated, the Impossi-Jet began to appear before the group, but it was fading in and out. Danalleah finally poured all the concentration she had into it, and the Impossi-Jet materialized fully before the group. When it was there, Danalleah took a big breath, and sank to her knees. That took a lot out of her.
"Good work, Danalleah," Multi said, as he and Shawn helped her up.
"Thanks," Danalleah said, catching her breath. "Wow, these big jobs really take a lot out of me."
"Come on!" Coiley said, as he and the others ran to the Impossi-Jet. Coiley put the car in gear and took off as fast as he could.
Meanwhile, Harrington and Grant had arrived at the camp site. They had to get some of their belongings together before they fled with the treasure. Fluey was trying to get his hands loose when he saw his uncle coming toward the truck.
"Uncle Henry!" he yelled.
"Quiet!" Harrington hissed, clamping his hand over Fluey's mouth. Unfortunately for the two crooks, Henry heard Fluey call him, and he looked over at the truck.
"What on earth?" he asked. "Grant, Harrington? What are you doing?"
"We found the treasure of the Valley of the Gold Sun," Grant said. "And we're taking it with us!"
"But . . . . but everything we find here must be catalogued. You know were are not permitted to keep whatever we find! I'm going to have to summon the authorities."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Templeton," Harrington said.
"And why not, pray?" Henry asked.
"You want your nephew to remain healthy, don't you?"
Harrington came out of the truck, dragging Fluey with him, pointing the gun to the teenager's head.
"Franklin!" Henry shouted. "You double crossers! I have a good mind to . . . . ."
"No false moves, Grandpa," Harrington said, pushing his gun harder against the side of Fluey's head. "Or else!"
"He means it, Uncle Henry!" Fluey shouted.
Henry gave in, and stood by as Grant gathered his and Harrington's things. As he was loading up the truck, the Impossi-Jet flew into view, and Multi and Coiley jumped out of it from mid-air, and used their powers to assist their landings.
"Rally ho!" they shouted.
"What the . . . . ." Grant asked.
"I'll take care of them," Harrington said, and he aimed his gun at the two superheroes. Multi immediately duplicated himself.
"I hope you have enough bullets in there," he said.
"Take this, wise guys!" Harrington shouted, and he began firing at Multi's duplicates, destroying them.
While Harrington had his attention diverted, Impossi-Pup bolted out of the Impossi-Jet, and zoomed over to Fluey. She chewed the ropes binding his hands, until they finally snapped off. Fluey then jabbed his elbow into Harrington's stomach, and took off running while Harrington doubled over in pain. Grant saw him, and tried running after the dark-haired teenager, when Coiley stretched one of his arms forward.
"Rally ho!" he shouted, giving Grant a good sock in the jaw.
That gave Fluey enough time to grab his transformer and activate it. In a swirl of green and blue, he turned into his super heroic self.
"Rally ho ho!" he shouted, converting himself into tidal wave form, and splashing over the two crooks, washing them into the side of their truck, head first, and knocking them out cold.
"Okay, Uncle Henry," Fluey said, streaming over to his uncle and converting back to solid. "You can call the authorities, now."
"Quite an extraordinary performance, Franklin!" Henry asked. "How in the world did you and you friends do that?"
"It's a long story," Fluey said. "It all started in chemistry class."
"Wow, this is so cool!" Ellen shouted. "Why didn't you tell us your brother was a secret agent, Courtney?!"
"I was sworn to secrecy," Courtney said, shrugging. "You guys can't tell anyone about this, though."
"Don't worry," Donna said. "I won't tell. But you know Ellen can't keep a secret."
"Yeah, but nobody'd believe it anyway," Ellen said, shrugging. "So, now what happens?"
"Now we go home," Coiley said. "Our work here is done."
"But the best part is yet to come, boys," Henry said. "Don't you want to stay and help me catalogue the artifacts found in the temple?"
"No thanks," Fluey said. "We've got to get the kids back to Megatropolis, and, being government agents and all, we have to get back to HQ. See you around, Uncle Henry."
The group said their goodbyes, climbed into the Impossi-Jet, and took off.
"Boy, will I ever be glad to get home," Shawn said.
"Me too!" Ellen shouted. "I'm gonna write a letter to the guys who make the Nevada Nesmith books! This'll make a keen Nevada Nesmith story!"
"Yeah, just leave us out of it, okay, Ellen?" Fluey asked. "We don't need that kind of publicity. But at least all's well that ends well."
"Yeah, except for one thing," Shawn said.
"What's that?" Fluey asked.
"Next time you get a letter from your uncle," Shawn said, "leave the rest of us out of the adventure!"
The End