At the Secret Security Headquarters (SSHQ for short) in the city of Megatropolis, young woman with blond hair was sitting at the desk, putting on nail polish when the phone rang. Her name was Phyllis Dawson, and she was the personal secretary of the head of the SSHQ, Big D.

"Never fails," Phyllis groaned. "Every time I put nail polish on, the phone rings."

Phyllis heaved a sigh, and picked up the receiver.

"Secret Security Headquarters," she said.

"I need to speak to your chief right away," Buzz said. "This is an emergency!"

"Okay, hold on," Phyllis put Buzz on hold, and pushed another button on the phone.

"Call for you, Big D," she said. "Emergency on line two."

"Put it through," Big D said.

Phyllis punched a couple of buttons on the phone and transferred the call. Big D picked up his phone.

"Secret Security Headquarters," he said. "This is Big D speaking."

"Big D, this is Buzz Conroy in Civic City," Buzz said.

"Civic City? Aren't you the young man who invented Frankenstein Jr?"

"Yes sir, but someone broke into the lab and stole him. We need help from you and your agents."

"Don't worry. I'll put my best agents on the job."

"Thanks a lot, sir!"

Big D hung up the phone and pushed a button on his console. Elsewhere, the Impossibles were practicing for a gig in Civic City. Multi Man's girlfriend, Shawn, was watching them. They were halfway through their newest number, when Coil Man's guitar began beeping. Fluid Man let out a frustrated groan, and smacked his hand against his forehead.

"Great," he said, sarcastically.

"Big D," Multi said.

"So much for the extra rehearsal," Coiley said.

"Vacation's over, boys," Big D said. "You are to report to Conroy Labs. You will receive further instructions there."

"Right chief," Coiley said.

"We're on our way!" Multi shouted.

"Again," Shawn groaned.

"What's the matter with you?" Fluey asked.

"Every time I start to think nothing can go wrong, Big D calls you guys."

"That's what you get for dating a superhero."

"Sometimes, I wish you guys weren't so super."

Fluey just shrugged, and dashed out of the Impossi-Mobile. From there, the boys changed from the famous singing Impossibles to the superhero crime fighting Impossibles, ready to go into action.

"Rally ho!" they shouted.

Shawn, not wanting to sit back and watch her boyfriend and his best friends have all the fun, decided to head for the lab herself, which wasn't too far away, actually. The Impossibles had already arrived at Conroy Labs, explaining to Professor Conroy that they had been called there by their chief.

"So what's the emergency?" Multi asked.

"I thought this city had a thirty foot robot to flush out the criminals," Fluey said. "Why call us in?"

"That's the emergency," Buzz said. "Our robot, Frankenstein Jr, has been stolen."

"Stolen?" Coiley repeated. "Who would steal a thirty foot robot?"

"Yeah, and without getting a hernia in the process?" Fluey commented.

"Boy, this is a hard one," Multi said. "And there's no indications of who might have done it?"

"Not a one," Buzz said. "And Dad was knocked out before he could see who did it."

The Impossibles stood there, thinking it over. The only thing to do was search the lab, and hoped a clue would turn up. As they were working on putting Conroy Labs back together, Shawn arrived at the lab. She walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Buzz looked through the window. He wasn't taking any chances.

"Who's at the door?" Professor Conroy asked.

"Just a girl," Buzz said. "I don't know what she could want, though."

"Let me see," Fluey said, and looked out the window. "Shawn?! What's she doing here?"

"You know her?" Professor Conroy asked.

"Yeah, it's Multi's girlfriend," Fluey said.

"You can let her in," Multi said. "She's harmless."

Buzz opened the door. Multi wasn't too thrilled with having Shawn follow him, and he was ready to grill her about it like a swordfish.

"Okay, spill," he said once he opened the door. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to help," Shawn said. "I was tired of watching you guys go off and fight crime, and I'd be standing around waiting until you caught the thief."

"Well, you picked a bad time to show up," Fluey said. "We're kind of busy."

"Yeah, we're practically turning this lab upside down looking for clues to who stole Frankenstein Jr," Coiley explained.

"We've looked practically everywhere," Buzz said. "But there's not one thing here that qualifies as a clue."

"Mind if I look around?" Shawn asked.

"Be my guest," Professor Conroy said. "I doubt you'll find anything, though."

Shawn began searching the lab again, just as the boys had. She finally stopped at the broken wall.

"Have you guys analyzed the pieces of broken wall behind the door where you keep Frankenstein Jr?" Shawn asked.

"No," Buzz said. "But that's a great idea, Shawn!"

Buzz took a piece of the wall, and put it in his analyzer. The results they got were vague, however.

"According to this," he said. "Frankenstein Jr was pulled through the wall by a magnet. A very large electromagnet in fact, capable of pulling the Statue of Liberty out of it's post!"

"Sounds like something one of the SSHQ's inventors would come up with," Multi said.

"We'd better check with Phyllis," Coiley said.

"You can use the computer," Buzz said.

Buzz and Coiley walked over to Buzz's Communications Control Center and punched in some keys. Finally, Phyllis answered.

"What's up, fellas?" she asked.

"We've got a question about a magnet," Coiley said. "We found out that Frankenstein Jr was stolen from Conroy Labs by a giant magnet, capable of pulling the Statue of Liberty out of New York."

"We were wondering if Reggie built anything like that recently," Fluey replied, referring to Reggie Johnson, the SSHQ's top inventor.

"Hang on a sec, guys," Phyllis said. "Let me check our databases and I'll get right back to you."

Phyllis signed off. After a few more minutes or so, she tapped back into the transmission signal with some information.

"Okay, guys, I got the info about the magnet," she said. "it was invented by our former inventor/agent Tim Maxwell."

"I don't think we know him," Multi said.

"You don't," Phyllis said. "Big D fired him shortly after we hired you guys."

"Why'd you fire him?" Fluey asked.

"He was one of our most terrible agents," Phyllis said. "He couldn't catch a crook to save his life."

"Now why would an inventor steal a thirty foot robot?" Coiley asked.

"It doesn't make sense to me," Shawn said.

Indeed, the group was baffled. They couldn't find a reason to why an inventor would steal a 30 foot robot in the first place. The answer to that was simple, though. Tim Maxwell had stolen Frankenstein Jr in order to seek revenge on The Impossibles, since he held them responsible for the SSHQ firing him. At the moment, Maxwell was in an old abandoned warehouse, reprogramming Frankenstein Jr.

"Fire me, will they?" he said to himself, while programming. "Well, once I get rid of those insufferable Impossibles, I'll show headquarters. I'll destroy Civic City, then Megatropolis, and then I'll rule the world, with a little help from this robot."

Maxwell shut Frankie's chest, and turned a dial on a remote control unit.

"Okay, you overgrown tin man," he said. "From now on, you take orders from me, and only me!"

"Yes, master," Frankie said.

"Good. Okay, first on the agenda, smash up Civic City a little. That'll flush those Impossibles out. And once they're out in the open, heh, heh. Smash them too!"

"Yes master," Frankie said.

Frankie ripped the roof off the warehouse and climbed out, with Maxwell sitting on his shoulder.