Damien stalked out of the room and went to call some people. He knew quite a many warlock who owed him favors, and it was payback time.
"I'll show him," he said. "I'll get an army together, storm that palace, take care of those Impossibles, retrieve my bride, and Mother will have a new castle for Mother's Day. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
Meanwhile, the Impossibles were taking that moment to relax. Well, sort of. Fluey found he couldn't relax. Danalleah had been sleeping for quite awhile, and he was worried.
"How's it going, Fluey?" Multi asked, carrying Skittles into the room.
"I don't know," Fluey sighed. "It just doesn't look like we're getting anywhere."
"It might take longer than we think before Danalleah gets her strength back," Multi said, putting his hand on his friend's shoulder, reassuringly. "You've been sitting here for hours. Why don't you get up and walk around for awhile?"
"No, I don't want to leave Dani."
"You're incredible, Fluey, you know that? I have never seen a guy so hung up on a girl as you."
"You'd do the same for Shawn."
"Maybe so. But then again, Shawn can really kick butt. She's definitely no damsel in distress. If Damien Crowe tried to go after her, he'd have given up right there in the gym!"
Fluey had to admit, Multi had a point. Shawn and FG were fighters. Even without super powers, Shawn could handle herself in a fight. Danalleah wasn't much on fighting. She wasn't completely helpless, but she always preferred flight over fight.
"Come on, Fluey," Multi prodded. "I know you don't want to leave her, but we need you. Skittles can say with Danalleah for now. And she'll do a good job of watching over her, won't you, girl?"
Skittles barked, jumped out of Multi's arms, and onto the bed. Then she went into guard dog mode, to show that she wasn't going to allow any creeps near the sleeping girl. Fluey laughed, and got up, petting Skittles.
"All right, all right," he said. "You talked me into it. I think you're right, though, Multi. I need to stretch a bit."
The boys were just about to leave the room when Danalleah suddenly stirred, and groaned softly.
"Fluey?" she asked.
"Hold that thought, Multi," Fluey said, running back to Danalleah. "I'm right here, Dani."
"Where are you going?" Danalleah asked.
"We've got to go take care of a little matter," Fluey said. "You know, come up with a way to vanquish the villain. But don't worry, I'm not leaving you alone. Skittles is gonna stay with you until I get back. How are you feeling?"
"Exhausted."
"Yeah, I bet. You just get some rest, and I'll be back in a little while, okay?"
Danalleah just nodded, and she drifted off to sleep. Fluey leaned over, and planted a light kiss on her forehead, and then left the room with Multi. Once the boys were outside, Fluey closed the door so Danalleah could get a little peace. But the minute he closed the door, there was a loud banging coming from outside.
"What in the world is that?" Multi asked.
"Let's find out," Fluey said, and the two boys went into the throne room. They found Coiley and Felicity searching the room for something.
"Hey, hold down the noise out here!" Fluey shouted. "Dani's trying to get some sleep!"
"What's going on?" Multi asked.
"We're not sure yet," Felicity said.
"Help us find that mirror," Coiley said. "Queen Felicity said we can use it to see what's going on."
"Here it is," Multi said, grabbing the mirror he had found in the garden, and handing it to Felicity. Immediately, Felicity activated the mirror, and an image came into it.
"Brother, not Captain Creep again," Fluey groaned, once he saw Damien and a large army of others outside. A group of them were using a giant log as a battering ram to break open the door. "He just doesn't know when to quit!"
"Who are those guys with him?" Coiley asked.
"Other warlocks," Felicity said, sounding nervous. "Oh dear, oh dear, this isn't good."
"Those guys could beat us easily," Multi said. "How are we going to fight them without our powers?"
"Well, I'm not gonna throw in the towel," Fluey said, glaring at the mirror. "We've got to think of something!"
While Felicity and the Impossibles were thinking, the sound of flapping was heard outside the window. Suddenly, a gargoyle flew in, and Felicity let out a shrill scream. Immediately, Coiley and Multi were on their guard.
"Don't try anything funny," Multi said to it, holding up his fists, ready to fight.
"Hold it, fellas," Fluey said. "I don't know how, but I think he's on our side."
"He is?!" Coiley shouted, incredulously. "But Fluey . . . . . this is that gargoyle that kidnapped you."
"Yeah, I know," Fluey said. "But he also got me and Dani off that mountain and back here. I think we can trust him."
The gargoyle grunted, and held out what looked like a magic wand. The complete star on the stick. Felicity was a little hesitant, but she took it anyway. Once she had it, the gargoyle left. Felicity then got a good close look at the wand.
"Oh my!" she shouted.
"What's the matter?" Multi asked.
"Nothing!" Felicity shouted, happily. "This wand belonged to my fairy godmother! And she was the head of the Fairy Godmother's Union."
"They've got a union for just about everything, don't they?" Fluey said.
"All you boys have to do is wave the wand to cast a spell," Felicity said, handing the wand to Coiley. "It will do anything you wish."
"Sounds easy enough," Multi said.
"Rally hey!" Coiley shouted, suddenly. "I've just got an idea! Everyone huddle!"
The foursome huddled as Multi told them his plan.
"Yeah. Yeah!" Fluey shouted. "Let's hit it!"
"Light's out!" Coiley shouted, waving the wand. The minute he did, the lights turned out. By that time, the door suddenly flew open.
"All right, men," Damien said. "You know what to do. Take no prisoners!"
The army of warlocks let out a serious of yells, whoops, and war cries as they ran into the hall. Suddenly, the lights came back on, and the warlocks found they were surrounded, but not by people. They were surrounded by household objects.
"What the . . . . ." one of the warlocks asked.
"Surprise!" the three Impossibles shouted from the top of the stairs.
With one wave of the wand from Coiley, all the objects came to life and began beating up on the warlock army. The warlocks were all so surprised, they didn't even think about using their powers against these living household items. Brooms swept along the floors, whacking the warlocks right out the door. A coat rack began spinning around and hit various more in the head as it spun. An armoire threw drawers out at other warlocks. Kitchen knives flung themselves at them. And the Impossibles just sat there on the stairs, watching the whole thing, laughing hysterically.
"Most extraordinary performance," Felicity said with a laugh. "Tell me, Coiley, where did you come up with such a clever plan."
"My kid sister," Coiley replied, waving the wand to bring some more of the furniture to life. "We've seen Beauty and the Beast at least a hundred times."
(not coincidentally, it's also a favorite of your author's)
Even after the warlocks got their wits back, they couldn't use their magic. They kept getting clobbered by feather dusters, mops, clocks, and various other objects. A candelabra approached one warlock, and blasted a flame right on his rear end.
"YEEEAAAAHHHHH-HOOO-HOOO-HOOOOOOO!" he cried out.
"Now that's what I call a rump roast!" Coiley laughed.
Within moments, the household objects had the warlocks on the run. They ran out of the castle as fast as they possibly could. The Impossibles were practically rolling on the floor, in complete hysterics at the scene.
But had they known they hadn't dispatched all of the warlocks, they wouldn't have been laughing so hard. Damien had managed to sneak past the household arsenal, and went up another flight of stairs, which led him directly to Danalleah's bedroom. He opened the door slowly, and quietly went in. He didn't want to wake her up just yet. Skittles saw him, and immediately began growling.
"Shut up, you little runt!" Damien hissed, pointing at the little dog. In a flash, he had the poor pup practically mummified, and she couldn't break loose. Damien snickered, as he picked up the dog, and threw her out of the room. Then he walked closer to Danalleah.
"Wake up, my little sleeping beauty," he said.
Danalleah stirred, and slowly opened her eyes. She sat up, and let her eyes adjust to the room's lighting. When she saw Damien standing before her, she was about to let out an ear shattering scream, but Damien clamped his hand over her mouth before she could.
"Nice try, my pretty, but you'll have to do better than that!" he laughed. Danalleah struggled, and managed to pull his hand off her mouth.
"Keep away from me!" she shouted, slapping him across the face. "For the absolute last time, I will not marry you!"
"Oh yes you will!" Damien shouted, and he grabbed her arms.
"Fluey!" Danalleah yelled, at the top of her voice, as she pounded her fists against Damien. "Fluey, help!"
"Oh no you don't!" Damien shouted. He practically threw Danalleah to the bed, and tied her hands behind her back. Then, he tied her ankles together as well.
"Please . . . ." Danalleah begged, and started to cry. "Please, let me go!"
"Oh, I'll let you go," Damien said. "I'll let you go when it's time to walk down the aisle!"
"No!" Danalleah cried. "Never! Fluey!"
Damien growled, and gagged Danalleah. Then, he lifted her into his arms, and started walking toward the window.
"You're going to marry me," he said. "Whether you like it or not!"