Precious snuck into the room, and behind Skittles. Skittles glanced over and started barking.

"Shhhh," Precious said. Skittles nodded, and stopped barking. Then Precious began gnawing at the muzzle until it came off. Then he began gnawing at the leash. Once Skittles was free, she gave Precious a slurp in thanks. Then the two dogs began coming up with a plan to rescue the Impossibles from their predicament. Precious had an idea. He picked up the tiny pup in his paws, and doggie whispered something in her ear. Skittles nodded, and began yipping softly, so Muscles and Mr. Big wouldn't hear her. Precious then put her down, and snuck up behind Mr. Big. Mr. Big was so engrossed in waiting for the Impossibles to be squished, he didn't even notice. At least until . . . . .

CHOMP!

"Yeeow!" Mr. Big yelled. Precious then gave his wheezily snicker (the Muttley-esque one), and ran off.

"How'd that mangy mutt get in here?!" he yelled.

"Daahhh, beats me, boss," Muscles said, shrugging. "I ain't no dog lover."

"Never mind! Just get him!"

Precious then took off running, and both Muscles and Mr. Big went after him. While they were distracted, Skittles shot over to the controls. She had to figure out which button or lever stopped the compactor, and opened the iron door. She pulled one lever, and looked at the surveillance camera. Unfortunately, the lever she pulled only caused the walls to move faster.

"Holy mashed potatoes!" Fluey shouted. "I guess Mr. Big was tired of waiting!"

"I don't know if I can hold out much longer!" Multi groaned. as he and his duplicates did everything they could to hold the walls back.

"Me neither!" Coiley groaned.

"Yipe!" Skittles shouted. She had to find the right switch, button, lever, whatever, and fast! She tried another lever. It didn't stop the walls from closing in, but the iron door sealing them in opened.

"Hey, fellas!" Coiley shouted. "Look at that! The ceiling's opened!"

"Let's cut out!" Fluey shouted.

"Rally ho!" the trio shouted in unison, and used their powers to zoom out of the trash compactor, just as the walls came together with a loud CRASH!

"Whew!" Coiley let out a sigh of relief. "That was close. Too close!"

"Yeah, man!" Fluey shouted. "But how'd the ceiling door open anyway?"

Before anything else could happen, the trio heard barking, and a door on the other side of the room was suddenly blasted off it's hinges, and a streak of lightning zoomed by, slammed right into Multi's chest, and knocked him off his feet.

"I don't know how you did it, Skittles, but I'm sure glad you did!" he shouted, laughing as Skittles licked his face.

"Now all that's left to do is catch Mr. Big," Coiley said.

At that minute, Precious came running into the room, followed by Mr. Big and Muscles. They heard the trash compactor walls slam together, and figured the Impossibles had been squashed like bugs. Needless to say, they were surprised to see the Impossibles still in one piece.

"Huh?!" he shouted. "But . . . . but you were . . . . . I heard it . . . . . it's impossible!"

"The understatement of the millennium," Fluey said.

"Daaahhhh, maybe we'd better get outta here, boss!" Muscles shouted.

"Right!" Mr. Big shouted. He pulled a nearby lever, and a trap door opened underneath him, and Muscles, and they fell through it. The door led to a secret tunnel. Unfortunately, it was so dark down there, the boys couldn't see them.

"Now we'll never find them," Coiley said.

"You thinking what I'm thinking Multi?" Fluey asked, glancing at the two dogs.

"I sure am, Fluey," Multi said. "Skittles!"

"Precious!" Fluey called.

"Sic 'em!" both yelled in unison.

Both Skittles and Precious took off down the trap door, barking their heads off. Muscles looked over his shoulder.

"Dahhhh, boss . . . . ." he said. "I tink we got company."

"Nonsense!" Mr. Big shouted. "It's so dark down here, those Impossibles won't be able to see where we're going!"

"But how can we see where we're going?"

"Just shut up, and run!"

"Dahhh, but boss, it ain't logical, and . . . ."

Suddenly, Muscles was cut off when something chomped down on his rear end.

"EEEEYYYYOOOOWWWW!" he yelled.

"What's the matter with . . . . ." Mr. Big began, until something chomped on him, as well.

"YOW!" he yelled. Then he groaned. "Oh no. Oh no! They sicced those two mutts on us!"

The two crooks tried shaking the dogs off of them, but they held fast. Finally, they reached the end of the tunnel, and turned to the Impossibles, who were waiting for Skittles and Precious to return.

"We give up! We give up!" Mr. Big shouted. "We'll go to jail! We'll do anything you want us to do, just call off these dogs!"

"Okay, guys, break it up," Fluey said to the dogs. "Show's over!"

Skittles let go of Muscles, and trotted over to Multi, barking happily. Precious let go of Mr. Big, and laughed his wheezily laugh.

After the Impossibles dropped off Mr. Big and Muscles at the police station, they switched to their rock 'n roller alter egos, and drove over to Granny Sweet's house. Granny was standing on the front porch, looking frantic.

"Oh dear," she said. "Precious! Here, Precious! Where could he be?"

Suddenly, Granny heard a honking car horn, and turned to look. There was the Impossi-Mobile, and Precious was sitting in it. He barked, jumped out of the car, and ran to Precious.

"Oh Precious!" Granny shouted. "Where on earth have you been?"

"He went to help us get our dog back, ma'am," Multi said. "You ought to think about enrolling him in a police program."

"Yeah, he'd make a keen crime biter," Fluey said. "Uhhh, I mean fighter."

(my apologies to LadyMallard for using her joke without permission)

"Oh, not my Precious!" Granny shouted, petting her pooch. "You boys must be mistaken. My Precious wouldn't bite anybody! Would you, Precious?"

In response, Precious simply snickered his wheezily snicker.

The End