Disclaimer, I don't own The Impossibles, Big D, The Satanic Surfer, or Timeatron, they belong to Hanna Barbera. The Blue Djinn, played by Michael Ansara and the tv show I Dream of Jeannie belong to Sidney Sheldon and Screen Gems Productions. I also don't own many of the main original characters, SSHQ, The civilian names of the Impossibles and their transformers which allow them to turn into their superhero selves when they are not together, character traits and the names of the city they live in and the kingdom and country in the middle east where some of the action takes place, (as well as the inspiration of her wonderful original story, "Arabian Nightmare", for giving me the idea for my sequel and permission to write it.) these are the brilliant creations of my good friend and fellow FF. writer, Erin T. Aardvark. Thanks again Erin for letting me borrow them. Serina Amira and some of the minor characters mentioned or involved in the plot are mine though.
As always, I want to thank my good friend and mentor Irual, for all her help in getting this story polished ready for posting.
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Chapter Five. On to Khakistan.
Phyllis, notified all the places The Impossibles were to play on their tour, that due to an emergency, the boy's gigs, would be taken over by a Girl group called *The Huneybees*.
As soon as they could check out of the hotel and pack up the Impossi-mobile for the trip, Prince Ali, The Impossibles, Skittles and FG would be taking off for the Middle East.
At last, they were ready and said good-by to Shawn and Danalleah.
Ali insisted, despite her protests, that Serina stay behind also, with Big D promising to watch out for her, keeping the future queen safe, until she could join Ali in Khakistan.
Sitting in the Impossi-mobile's front seat behind the steering wheel, Multi converted to Impossi-jet, as the others piled into the jet settling in, they got comfortable for the long trip.
Taking off, they began their journey to the Middle East.
At almost the same time, a sleek black jet, carrying Sandrina and her cohorts was also taking off, headed for the same destination.
With the radio tuned in to Big D's office communicator at headquarters and via a special linkup, as they traveled, Ali, The Impossibles and FG, kept up with reports relayed through SSHQ on the condition of the Sultan.
Even with the incredible speed of the Impossi-jet, it was going to be a long trip and about an hour into their journey, Coiley's guitar communicator began beeping.
Coiley activated his Impossiscope, "What's up Chief?" he asked as Big D appeared on the small video screen.
"I'm afraid you will have to delay your arrival in Khakistan, a report has reached us that a ship, The Atlantic Sun, is under attack by what seems to be pirates, the location coordinates are being sent to your auto-tracker, check it out."
"Right Chief, on our way" answered Coiley, before deactivating his communicator.
The location of the highjacking attempt, came through moments later, Multi put the coordinates in and altered course sending the Impossi-Jet full speed to the location to assist the liner.
As they approached the location, an odd scene met their eyes it was indeed a Pirate vessel complete with a skull and crossbones flag flying from the crows nest.
"Jumpin Jolly Roger! I don't believe it!" shouted Fluey as he looked down from the Impossi-jet, at the large ship in the distance in the water below them.
"Don't believe everything you see Franky, look at the ship through these!" Multi said (using Fluey's civilian name) handing his teammate a set of binoculars.
Putting the binoculars up to his eyes, Fluey looked the pirate galleon, closing in on a sleek modern ocean liner; he spotted a submarine in the middle of the ship.
The galleon was only a shell disguising the modern sub.
"Holy deceptive dragoons, it's a fake!" Fluey shouted and as he scanned the figures dress in typical pirate gear. "And those pirates are robots!"
As he watched, another figure appeared emerging from the sub through a hatch and climbing on to the deck of the phony galleon.
He was dressed in full pirate regalia, from the black hat with the feather in the brim and white shirt, to the black vest and knickers with knee high black boots and a belt with sheath and sword.
He looked a bit like the pirate Captain Kidd, that Timeatron, one of the criminals The Impossibles had fought, had brought back from history with a time machine he invented, for criminal purposes of course.
As Fluey watched, this phony pirate raised a pair of binoculars watching the ocean liner that his fake pirate ship was closing on.
"Hey Franky, can you tell who the guy in control is?" shouted Coiley who was picking up an extra pair of binoculars from a compartment on inside panel of the third seat of the Impossi-jet.
"No not yet, but the swagger is strangely familiar as if we've run into this character before." Fluey remarked.
FG was looking down at the ship when she suddenly saw the captain take something out of his pocket.
From the side of the ship appeared what looked like a cannon.
The mystery criminal had apparently heard the engine of the Impossi-jet as it approached and was using what could only be a remote control, to swing the cannon into a position pointing it at the big reddish orange jet.
The Imposssibles, did the quick change to their superhero identities in a swirl of psychedelic colors and patterns.
Skittles barked three times and did her patented back flip and switched to her super identity as Impossi-Pup and FG, became Fluid Girl, just as the cannon fired.
Fluey and FG converted to partly liquid and headed toward the sub/pirate ship to engage the mystery villain, while Coiley sprang out of the Impossi-Jet to intercept the cannonball flying rapidly toward them, he stopped it but the cannon had quickly fired two more times.
He succeeded in catching two of the three, tossing them back toward the fake ship, but the third made it through and connected a glancing blow with one of the Impossi-jet's three black fantails and broad back wing, causing the jet to tilt to the left and down suddenly.
Multi and Skittles were able to hang on barely, but Prince Ali who was standing up to get a better view of the coming battle, lost his balance and fell overboard.
Multi quickly multiplied himself out of the jet and down ahead of the falling prince, to catch him in midair and retracting, brought himself and Ali safely back up to the jet.
Leaving Impossi-Pup to guard Ali, Multi went to help his teammates fight the fake pirates.
As he neared the ship he recognized the figure in the pirate captain disguise by his coal black thin eyebrows, white hair and his light tan complexion.
It was their old enemy the Satanic Surfer, a crafty spy they had prevented from stealing plans to a sophisticated sub, some time ago, he was planning to sell them to a foreign power.
Fluey and FG had turned fully liquid and flooded over the fake ship and it's robot crew rusting all of the robots as well as turning the ship, sub and all over on it's side capsizing it, effectively preventing the criminal electronics genius, from high jacking the liner and washing the Surfer into the sea.
Coiley sprang back up to the hovering Impossi-jet and notified headquarters that the highjacking had been squashed and that a very soggy criminal, was ready for pickup.
"Great job as always, Impossibles and you also Fluid Girl! The coast guard is on its way, Stay with the Satanic Surfer until the Coast Guard Patrol Police, reach your location!"
"Roger Chief, will do! Impossibles out." said Coiley saluting.
As soon as the police took charge of The Impossibles's prisoner and his ship/sub, the Impossi-jet was again headed toward its destination.
As they were heading out, Ali turned to Multi. "Thank you for saving me, I…."
Multi answered shaking the prince's hand, while concentrating on steering the Impossi-Jet on its course, "I was glad to be there to help you and it is my job to keep you safe, your Highness. There might come a time when I'll need your help. But for now we need to concentrate on getting you to Khakistan."
After more flying at the Impossi-Jet's top speed, they were at last approaching the palace and looking for a good place to land.
Coincidently the black jet carrying Sandrina and her cohorts was also getting ready to land at a secluded airfield, twenty miles away, from the city, near the secret meeting place of the Thieves Guild, to plan a coup to take over the palace.
As Sandrina exited the plane, she was confident that she had the upper hand, (not aware that she was about to clash yet again, with The Impossibles, Ali, FG and Skittles) even though the palace was very well guarded, Sandrina knew a few secret ways of entering.
She knew better than to use the passageway leading into her old bedroom, to enter the palace.
Due to the incident last year, that one would surely be guarded, BUT there were other hidden ways that honeycombed the centuries old structure and during her privileged but isolated childhood, she had found many of them.
Her allies, The Thieves Guild, were helping her rise to power, so she silently acquiesced to their criminal schemes, but Sandrina wasn't stupid enough to fully trust them of course.
They had promised her a percentage of the action in they're smuggling profits so she had decided to wait and allow them to continue with all their activities, at least until she had secured herself firmly on the throne and had complete loyalty and cooperation of her countries military as well as the sultan's personal guards.
The Impossi-jet landed right inside the palace gates and was immediately surrounded by half dozen royal guards, many of who had been involved with the incident of a year ago.
Not only did they recognize the large reddish-orange jet, but also who was aboard the unusual looking vehicle.
Stepping back bowing respectfully, as Ali, Fluey, Coiley, FG and Skittles jumped out of the jet.
A tall well-muscled man, dressed in the usual Arabian style, bare chested, with a blue vest trimmed in gold material, a green cummerbund and cream colored pants, (kind of like the blue Djinn, in that "I Dream of Jennie" episode,) boots and a turban the color of his pants with a feather in front, then stepped forward to address the group.
"Your Highness? He said looking from Fluey to Ali, (he figured since Fluey was dressed like Coiley and Multi, the other dark haired teen had to be the prince) we have been awaiting your arrival, ever since word reached the palace you were coming. I am Azeem, Captain of the royal guard. We must proceed immediately to His Majesty the Sultan's bedchambers."
Multi converted the Impossi-jet back to Impossi-mobile and called out, "Go ahead, I'll find some place to park and catch up with you!"
One of the other guards was told by Azeem, to get into the car and direct Multi to a secure place, where the Impossi-mobile would be safe, as the others entered the palace.
They proceeded thru the great hall passed the throne room and down a long hallway past some large portraits, which hung on the walls, of members of the royal family at various ages.
One particular painting caught the group's attention; it was of the Sultan when he was Ali and Fluey's age.
Ali and FG were equally stunned, as to the remarkable resemblance.
"Prince Khazaiah Sayedso aged 16. It's certainly astounding isn't it Franky, no wonder the Sultan thought you were Ali." remarked FG staring at the portrait.
"You can say that again!" Fluey said looking at his look-alike and then at the portrait again. "Last year I was shown a small photo of this picture of the sultan when I was brought here, but the portrait itself really shows how much we resemble the Sultan."
"What's hard to believe, is that we're not related, considering how much we do look like each other." commented Ali, looking at Fluey.
Finally, they arrived at a large set of ornately carved doors, with two guards, one on ether side.
As they approached, Azeem signaled the guards to open the doors and the group entered a large elaborately decorated room.
As the group approached the bedside, they observed several men, dressed in Arabian style with very worried looks on their faces.
These attendants were middle-aged men who wore similar clothes but in a variety of colors, they were advisors of the Sultan.
They were intently watching as a man in a white coat, with dark hair using a stethoscope who was attending to an old man lying in a large four-poster bed with large pillows and silken sheets.
He had white hair as well as a mustache and beard of the same snow white color and was dressed in a cream-colored Arabian style shirt with puffy sleeves and a high collar.
In spite of the ravages of time and the worries of ruling his kingdom combined with his daughter's treachery the year before, which had taken it's toll on the man from the portraits they had seen on the walls in the corridor outside, the teens could see, still apparent hints of the powerful personality and strength the Sultan had.
His advisors noticed the group and one of them hurried over and after a cautious glance at Fluey, he said with a bow to the other dark haired teen, "Prince Ali I presume? Come, (he said escorting the prince over to the bed) your father has held on this long in order to see you."
Meanwhile outside the palace Sandrina and her cohorts were transported from the airfield, to a secret entrance near the west wall of the palace, leading underground.
Sandrina opened an old hidden door disguised with vines and moss. Just inside, was a torch in a bronze wall sconce imbedded in the rocky wall.
She lit the torch taking it from the holder and led Abdul and Hakeem thru the dark cobweb laden tunnel using it to not only see but also shoo away the bats, roosting in cubby holes, which were disturbed by their presence, to a large open area where there was a huge door.
The two expert thieves, were happy to be back in their comfort zone and out of that unfamiliar and heathen (from their prospective) country, but they had been ordered to remain with the princess to assist her, by the head of their organization.
Nether one liked the spoiled self centered woman, they had been "lent to" but nether dared to defy their Boss, under the sure threat of death, in defiance of the oath they had both sworn.
So in spite of the fact that they would rather be off pillaging or relaxing after a raid, these muscle bound men, were following this WOMAN through a musty old tunnel hoping the ultimate end result, would be worth all the time and trouble they were being put to.
Putting the torch into another wall sconce, she reached for a dust and cobweb covered lever to open the hidden entrance.
While Sandrina and her cohorts were making their way into the palace, Multi had parked the Impossi-mobile and he the guard accompanying him, had entered the palace and were now heading down the hallway passed the throne room toward the Sultan's bedroom.
They were just passing a large framed wedding portrait of the Sultan and his Queen, when a sudden creaking noise caught Multi's attention.
Turning toward the noise, he saw the large framed painting on the wall beginning to swing out like a door, but before he could react, a large blackjack-like club came flying out and struck the guard he was with, on the back of the head knocking him out.
As the guard fell, a second club came flying out hitting Multi, on the right side of his forehead, while he was trying to get his transformer out of his pocket and activate it to change into his superhero self, knocking him out.
As the redheaded Impossible fell flat on his back to the floor, Sandrina and her muscle-bound minions stepped out of the hidden door.
"Hakeem, take that one, (she said pointing to the guard) tie and gag him and hide him inside the passageway.
Abdul, tie, gag and pick up this one, (she smirked looking down at the teenager) he will come in handy as a bargaining chip, when I present my demands to his friends and my brother!"
After Hakeem had finished tying up the unconscious guard, he stepped out of the tunnel, closed the hidden door and rejoined Sandrina and Abdul, who after binding and gagging him, had slung Multi over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
After Hakeem picked up the clubs, they continued down the hallway toward the Sultan's bedroom.
Inside the Sultan's bedroom Prince Ali was nervously watching as the Drs. attended to his ailing father, it was quite a shock for the Sultan to have his son and the look-alike he had mistaken for Ali nearly a year ago, in the same room standing before him.
Nevertheless, it also gave him immense joy to finally have his son back, after almost 17 years.
He realized it would not be long before he went to join his queen and he wanted his son's right to succeed him, irrefutable.
Sultan Khazaiah Sayedso had recognized the small golden ring Ali had shown to him.
Holding it lovingly in his hand, he read the inscription, which was on the inside of the ring. It had Ali's birth date and a personal message from across the ages prepared by a royal jeweler and presented at birth.
The Sultan translated the message from Arabic reading it aloud in a week voice….
"To our precious son, may he grow in strength and wisdom, to rule this land with kindness and integrity. With all our love, your Father and Mother. For generations…..a little gold signet ring like this,…. with each baby's initials but the same message….has been given to the first-born male….in the royal family, as heir apparent to the throne." he said his breath coming a little slower and labored.
The Sultan ordered his assistant to draw up a scroll, as a last will and testament, to assure that Prince Ali would be the only heir to the throne of the kingdom and country of Khakistan, until the next generation came along.
Outside the bedchamber with an ear to the slightly ajar door, Sandrina was burning mad after hearing what was being said inside including the scroll the Sultan had just dictated, giving her younger brother sole right to the throne also including a codicil to provide for his daughter in prison for as long as she was there, with it continuing after her release and exile from the palace as long as she didn't contest this will.
With some assistance, he signed it and was putting his seal, using a similar signet ring and wax, on the bottom of the parchment, when the doors to his bedroom burst open.
Everyone was startled by the sudden uninvited intrusion as three figures in Black flowing robes and Arabian costumes, swept into the room.
Turning to face the doors, they recognized Princess Sandrina and her two cohorts enter the room and as they revealed their faces lowering the black hoods they wore, one of them was, to Coiley, Fluey and FG's horror, carrying Multi, bound, gagged and semi-conscious.
As they stopped in front of the stunned group, he lifted Multi off his shoulder and held the redheaded Impossible upright in front of him like a shield threatening Multi with the same dagger, he had threatened Fluey with at the factory.
Ali was in front of the group, but Sandrina addressed her father, as the Sultan stared back at her, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"Greetings Father, I am here to claim what should RIGHTFULLY be mine, (she remarked smugly) as oldest child, regardless of that Stupid law about females not being allowed to rule, if there is a male heir. AND unless you grant it to me, I intend to take drastic action."
Seeing the deadly dangerous predicament Multi was now in, it wasn't hard to figure out what she was referring to, when Sandrina said drastic action.
However, Ali spoke up with a bravado he hardly felt, trying to stale for time to allow more guards to arrive, "I have a counter offer to give you, "Sister Dear," release your prisoner unharmed and surrender. I will give you with a luxurious place to live and provide you with a jet setting lifestyle so that you can live out your life in the way you had always been accustomed to."
Surprised by the offer Sandrina paused as he continued, "Our father does love you and we are family, all you have to do is to agree to remain in exile away from this country and you can go free. I'll even forgive you, for your attempt at having me murdered as a child."
"Not the right answer "Brother, DEAR", (Sandrina said getting herself under control and glaring at the furiously growling small dog being held back from trying to tear her limb from limb, by the other stunned teens standing beside her father's bed) Abdul, show my brother and the others I mean business!"
Abdul the one holding Multi let the semi-conscious Impossible go and he crumpled to the floor.
Grabbing him by the shoulders Abdul brought Multi, who moaned, up onto his knees, then he knelt behind him, holding him upright, he moved an ornate footstool over in front of Multi.
Setting the redheaded Impossible's head down on it, he then held Multi by the upper arms to hold him in place.
To his HORROR Fluey remembered that dream he had, had right after being rescued and here it was coming true right down to the black cloaks the princess and her minions were wearing.
Hakeem, Sandrina's other cohort, stepped over to stand by the princess and reaching under his coat began to withdraw a very long, very sharp curved golden scimitar.
A cold chill went up Fluey's back as he saw the sword. It was the very one he had seen in his dream, which he realized now was a premonition, only it was Multi who was about to loose his head if they didn't do something right away.
Hakeem raised the sword over the semi-conscious Impossibles's head…
"Acquiesce BROTHER, or you will have this one's BLOOD on your hands. I will give you 2 minutes to decide. Abdicate, give up any claim to the throne or HE DIES!"
The others looked from Ali to Sandrina, in fear of what was to come…
Authors note; *The girl band's name, is borrowed from the Gilligan's Island TV show, featuring a Beatle-like band, named the Mosquitoes, in which Mrs. Howell, Mary Ann and Ginger, take on the name the Hunybees, to perform on stage in order to trick the band into leaving the island so they can tell the authorities to rescue the castaways, of course as always, it doesn't work*