Once they all climbed to the top of the boat, they started giving people directions to escape. "Look, I want everyone to climb off the boat and rush over to that guy over there holding back the water! Don't ask questions, just do it!" commanded Monica.

The once frantic crew of forty stopped in their tracks and headed over to the exit ladder. They all climbed down one by one. One of the men ran over to Joey and said "Excuse me sir, but you need to save my friend! He is caught down on the lower levels, and I think the water level is too high for him! You see, he's lame, and he's in a wheelchair, and-"

"Ok, Ok, just tell me where he is!" shouted Joey.

Joey took off for the entrance towards the ship. He ran down several flights of stairs until he got the flight the man was on it. He looked around, and sure enough, the water was up to his shoulders. He could hear cries from a man off to his left, so he swam in that direction. He was a tall, muscular man, and was desperately trying to swim towards the stairs.

"Hey! I'm here to help!" called Joey as he came closer.

"Oh god bless you kind man!" called the guy. "I must warn you though, I'm paralyzed from the waist down!"

"I know your friend old me!" said Joey as he pulled the guy around his shoulders. He carried him up the stairs, becoming more exhausted with each flight. He heard the ship shudder and creak, which could not be a good thing.

"It sounds like the ship is under pressure, but why?" panicked Joey as he grew closer and closer to the top.

He finally reached the door to the deck and he reached for the handle. When he turned it and opened the door, massive amounts of water came gushing in.

"We're freaking underwater! Ross' wall must have broke!" thought Joey as he was pummeled by gallons and gallons of water.

"LISTEN!" shouted Joey to the guy. "GRAB ONTO MY FEET AND DON'T LET GO NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS!"

The man's eyes widened as he watched Joey change shape.

Back up on the docks, everyone was crying, crew and all.

"I just couldn't keep it up any longer!" wept Ross. "I'm so sorry Joey!"

Their cries were interrupted by splashing noises. They all turned to see the man looking very confused while riding a bottle-nosed dolphin. They all cheered as Joey morphed back, pulling the guy up onto the docks.

"Thank you, ya' big weirdo!" cried the man as he shook Joey's hand.

"No problem!"

Those same fishermen that threw stuff at the guys were now staring speechlessly. They had been terribly wrong about these guys, terribly wrong. One of the men, the short, fat one, walked up to Joey and said "I'm a sorry about what I called you earlier. Will you accept my apology?"

"Yes," said Joey as they shook hands.

"Thank you very much. Now, WILL YOU PUT SOME FREAKING CLOTHES ON!" shouted the guy as he shielded his eyes. Joey had completely forgotten that his clothes didn't transform with him.

He was embarrassed while people stared at him and some giggled. To make it worse, there were news choppers flying around, and caught the whole thing on tape.

"Oh God," he said, his face turning beet red.

"Here," said Ross as he took off his jacket and gave it to Joey to tie around his waist.

"Thanks," he said.

"Now what?" asked Rachel as they just stood there, cameras flashing in their faces.

News reporters barged through the crowd of people and began asking questions. "Who are you people?" "Do you have names?" "I thought there were six of you!"

"People, People! Calm down!" said Ross as he held up his hands. "We will answer your questions one by one. You, over there."

"Are you guys a group of superheros? Do you have a name?" asked a young man.

"Yes, Um, we're the, Fantastic Six!" said Ross remembering the police man's suggestion.

"But what about the other people?" Shouldn't it be like the Stupendous Ten or something?" whispered Monica in his ear.

"Uh-oh," he said. "Well, we'll sort this out later. Next question!"

"What are your superhero names?" called an African American woman.

"Well..." he hadn't really thought about names, but he'd better come up with some pretty quick. "I'm the amazing... uh, Liqui-man!" He said, trying to come up with a cool name.

"And you are?" asked the woman as she pointed to Monica.

"I'm, um... Flora!" she answered.

"I see. And what about you?" she questioned as she pointed towards Joey.

"Well, I'm, ... Ani-man,' he said.

Next was Phoebe. "Beamy!" she smiled.

"Glacier-gal," said Rachel.

"And isn't there a sixth?" asked the woman.

"Yeah, there is. I have a picture of him in my wallet..." said Ross as he dug his wallet out. He pulled out a picture of Chandler and Monica and let the cameras zoom in on it. "That guy," he said as he pointed towards it.

"And what is 'that guy's' name?"

"He's..." Ross started to think of names that wouldn't upset Chandler. "He's... Sparky!"

"Ok, I think that about covers it," said the woman.

For the next fifteen minutes, they stood there answering questions like "How did it happen?" and "Why are you helping people?" About an hour later, they finally got back to the Baxter Building.

They headed into the kitchen to have supper, and sure enough, there was Chandler. He was sitting on a stool by the island with one eyebrow cocked. "Sparky?" he asked.

"Well, I think it sounds Ok, don't you guys?" asked Ross nervously.

"Oh, yeah! Yes it does!" they all said in unison, nodding their heads.

He sighed and said "Guys, I'm just glad that no one got hurt. So, what are we having to eat?"