Coiley and Multi began searching the entire passage with the proverbial fine tooth comb. They didn't want to overlook anything.
"This is getting us nowhere," Multi sighed. "I'm beginning to think Big D's brother did hole Fluey up somewhere else."
"Wait a minute, Multi," Coiley said, pointing toward what appeared to be a door in the wall. "Let's check this out."
The two Impossibles walked over to the door. Coiley grabbed the knob and tried turning it, but it was locked.
"Let me handle this, Coiley," Multi said, pulling out a bobby pin. "Windy's obsession with her hair can sure come in handy at times!"
Multi stuck his sister's bobby pin into the lock on the door and began fiddling around with it, until the door opened. Behind the door was what looked like to be some kind of closet, and a dead end, but there was something inside of it. There was a burlap sack in there, tied up with ropes. Multi and Coiley stared at it for a moment or so, and then, they noticed it began moving a little, and they heard a moan coming from it.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Coiley asked.
"I'm thinking," Multi said, nodding. "Come on!"
Multi grabbed the sack, and dragged it out of the closet. Then, he and Coiley untied the ropes, and opened the sack. Just as they suspected, there was Fluey inside of it, just coming out of that chloroform induced sleep.
"Mmmmph . . . ." he moaned, feeling incredibly groggy.
"Boy, Fluey, are we glad we found you!" Coiley shouted, as he pulled Fluey into a sitting position.
"Are you okay?" Multi asked, removing Fluey's gag.
"Yeah . . . ." Fluey said, shaking his head to regain his composure. "Yeah, I'm okay. Or at least I will be in a few minutes."
"What happened?" Coiley asked, untying Fluey's ankles while Multi began picking the locks on the handcuffs.
"Big D's evil twin is what happened," Fluey said. "Can you believe it? He said I'd make a better crook than crime fighter. He's gotta be out of his gourd if he thinks I'm gonna switch sides! I noticed he was wearing Big D's communicator, so I activated it so you guys could find us."
"That was a smart move," Multi said. "Come on, Coiley. We'd better switch back. We're going to have to do the superhero switch the old way."
"Right," Coiley said, and he and Multi pulled out their transformers and pushed the buttons on them, reverting them back to their rock 'n roll forms. Then the three of them converted to their superhero forms, and dashed off to help the chief.
"Rally ho!" they shouted in unison.
By the time the Impossibles got back into the main house and found their chief, he was still brawling with his twin brother. The trio just stood there and watched for awhile, waiting for it to break up. When it finally did break up, however, the Impossibles found they had a slight problem on their hands.
"Jumpin' jukebox!" Coiley shouted.
"How do we know which one is the real chief?" Multi asked.
"I am," one of the twins said.
"Don't listen to him!" the other interjected. "He's a pathological liar! I'm the real Big D!"
"Oh boy, are we up a creek without a paddle here!" Fluey said. "Where's Skittles, anyway? She'd be able to tell which one's which in a snap!"
"I know, but she's back at the museum, keeping an eye on Derek's henchmen," Multi said.
"Besides, Fluey, we'd think you'd know which one's which," Coiley said.
"I know, but I don't," Fluey said. "You'd think I'd know my own grandfather from an impostor, but . . . . . ooooohhhh . . . . . oooohhhh . . . . ."
"What's the matter, Fluey?" Multi asked.
"I . . . . . I don't feel so good all of a sudden . . . ." Fluey said. "I think I'm gonna . . . . . . ooohhhhh . . . . ."
Fluey's eyes suddenly rolled back, and he fainted. One of the twins suddenly jumped up, and caught the dark-haired Impossible before he could hit the floor. Multi and Coiley ran over as well. They were so preoccupied, they didn't notice other twin sneaking out of the room. As he was sneaking away, Fluey suddenly went into a partial liquid conversion.
"Rally ho ho!" he shouted.
Fluey went into a full conversion, and shot out after Big D's evil twin. He caught up with him fairly quickly, and slammed into him, tidal wave style. The force of the wave pushed Derek into the wall. Derek slammed into it, and was dazed long enough for Fluey to convert back into solid, and slap a pair of handcuffs on him.
"Gotcha!" he shouted, triumphantly. Multi, Coiley, and Big D ran into the room shortly afterward.
"Good going, Fluey," Multi said. "But how did you know?"
"I didn't at first," Fluey said. "Which was why I pretended to faint. I knew the real Big D would be more concerned about me than making a getaway. And I knew the phony would try to make an escape while you guys were preoccupied."
"Excellent work, Fluid," Big D said. "Now all that's left to do is turn my evil twin over to the authorities."
With that, Big D retrieved his communicator from his brother's wrist, and called the police. They arrived about fifteen minutes later, and took Big D's brother into their custody.
"Don't think you've gotten the better of me, brother," Derek said, as he was being escorted to a squad car. "You haven't seen the last of me yet! I'll get you for this, you can bet on that!"
And with that, the officers shut the door to their squad car, and drove off.
"You think we've seen the last of him, chief?" Coiley asked.
"Not by a long shot," Big D said. "But he'll have at least twenty years to plot a new strategy."
"If he lives that long," Fluey said. "After all, he's no spring chicken. Neither of you are!"
"Watch it, young man," Big D said, giving his grandson a Look.
"Just testing, chief," Fluey said. "You know, making sure we didn't haul the wrong one off to jail."
Big D just sighed, and shook his head. It was about all he could do. The Impossibles just laughed, glad to see things were on their way back to normal.
The End