Maxwell laughed hysterically. The Impossibles were no longer in sight. They were long gone.
"I never thought I'd live to see the day the Impossibles turned chicken," Professor Conroy said.
"They're . . . . . probably playing a trick on this guy," Shawn said, hesitantly. "You know. Making him think he's won or something."
"You're probably right," Buzz said. "The Impossibles aren't easily scared away. But I think we ought to do something about Frankie until they come back. Maybe we can rig up a remote control or something. But I'd have to do a lot of taking apart and putting back together."
"Then we'd better get back to the lab," Professor Conroy said.
The group headed back for the lab, in order to get working on the remote control.
Meanwhile, in Megatropolis, Big D had called in Phyllis, Reggie Johnson, and the SSHQ's chief mechanic, Mike Rogers, and informed them of the crisis at Civic City, and the interrupted transmission.
"Strange," Reggie said. "It would have to take something huge to interrupt the transmission from those guitars."
"Do you think something happened, Big D?" Phyllis asked.
"I'm not sure, Phyllis," Big D said. "You three are the only agents the Secret Security Headquarters have to spare right now. I want you to head toward Civic City and see what's going on over there."
"Right, chief," Phyllis said.
"While we're there, we'll see what happened to the Impossibles," Reggie said, and he and Phyllis headed out for the garage.
Reggie, Mike, and Phyllis climbed aboard Reggie's Hover-Cycle, which was a motorcycle mixed with a hovercraft, and headed towards Civic City as fast as they could. Once they reached Conroy Labs, they got off the Hover-Cycle and banged on the door.
"Who is it?" Buzz asked.
"The SSHQ sent us," Reggie said.
"Do you have proof?" Buzz asked. "I'm sorry, but we can't be too careful."
Reggie pulled his SSHQ ID out of his pocket. Phyllis and Mike pulled theirs out and handed them to Reggie. He held them up to the peephole and finally the door opened.
"Our chief sent us," Phyllis said, as she, Mike, and Reggie walked into the lab. "We got a transmission from the Impossibles, but something interrupted it, and we're wondering where they are."
"Oh," Buzz said. "Well, uhh . . . . see . . . ."
"Frankenstein Jr scared them off," Shawn said, bluntly.
"WHAT?!" Reggie, Mike, and Phyllis shouted in unison.
Buzz quickly explained the deal to the three SSH agents.
"So you don't know where they could have gone?" Phyllis asked.
"Not a clue," Buzz said.
"I think we'd better go look for them," Phyllis said.
"But what happens if Frankenstein Jr comes back?" Shawn asked.
"Yeah, this city can't take much more damage," Reggie said.
"That's why we're working on that remote control," Professor Conroy said.
"How long until it's ready?" Shawn asked.
"Unfortunately, it won't be ready," Professor Conroy said. "I don't have the right parts."
"Did you bring your tool box?" Mike asked Reggie. "And some spare parts?"
"Yeah," Reggie replied. "I never leave HQ without 'em. Maybe Mike and I can give you a hand with that remote."
"And while you're doing that," Phyllis said. "Buzz, Shawn, and I will look for the Impossibles."
"Well, you'd better hurry," Professor Conroy said. "We don't have a moment to lose!"
Buzz and the girls ran out to Reggie's Hover Cycle and began driving around Civic City, using a tracking device hidden in Phyllis's lipstick tube.
"I hope that doesn't track their guitars," Shawn said. "Frankenstein Jr completely destroyed them. And their car."
"No, it won't track the car, or the guitars," Phyllis said. "I'm not sure how this thing will track the Impossibles down. Reggie neglected to tell me that much, thank you, Reg."
Shawn just nodded. It was about all she could do. Phyllis kept her eyes on her radar, until finally she got some results. The blip began to get louder.
"Hang on a sec," she said. "I think we've found them."
Phyllis stopped the Hover Cycle by an alley. Everyone got off, and followed the blip through the alley until they came to a dead end, where the Impossibles were standing around.
"Where have you guys been?!" Phyllis shouted. "Don't you know there's a thirty foot robot destroying the city?!"
"Ah heh, heh, heh," Fluey said. "See, Phyllis, we can explain."
"I hope," Phyllis said. "I want the whole story and I want it now."
"She's worse than our mothers," Coiley muttered. They had a lot of explaining to do.
As Buzz and the girls began an interrogation, Professor Conroy, Mike and Reggie had finished putting together a remote control to take back control of Frankenstein Jr.
"I think that about does it," Mike said, closing the back of the remote.
"Now all we have to do is get Frankenstein Jr. here," Professor Conroy said.
"No sooner said than done, Professor," Reggie said, looking out the window. "Here he comes now!"
Mike, Reggie, and Professor Conroy ran to the window and looked. Sure enough, there was Frankenstein Jr, with Tim Maxwell sitting on his shoulder, smashing up Civic City. Maxwell was laughing his head off as he maneuvered Frankie with the joystick on his remote.
"It's now or never," Reggie said. "Hit it, Mike!"
Mike pushed a button on his remote and began moving the joystick around. Frankie stopped in his tracks.
"Hey what'd you stop for?!" Maxwell shouted. "We've got work to do!"
Frankie then grabbed Maxwell, and threw him right at the lab. He hit the side of the building and slid off.
"It worked!" Professor Conroy shouted.
"Of course it did," Mike said. "Now all we have to do is re-reprogram Frankie, and everythin' will go back to normal."
"Oh yeah?" Maxwell shouted, taking out his remote control. "Well, two can play at this game, Rogers!"
Maxwell began moving his joystick every way imaginable. Frankie began tearing up Civic City, picking up buildings and throwing them on other buildings.
"Ho boy," Reggie said.
"Mike, you'd better do something," Professor Conroy said. "Quick, before Frankie throws something at us!"
"Will do," Mike said, pushing his joystick forward. Frankie stopped and prepared to put the building down. Maxwell was unamused, and he pushed his own joystick.
"Oh no you don't!" he shouted.
"Oh yes I do!" Mike yelled, nearly yanking the joystick right off his remote!
It was an all out battle. Maxwell and Mike fought over control of Frankie using their remote controls. Poor Frankie felt like he was being pulled in every direction imaginable! Finally, his circuits began to overload, and his computer brain began to buzz and sizzle. Finally, it short circuited. Both remote controls were useless.
"Rats!" Maxwell shouted. "Rats, rats, rats, rats, rats! This thing's worthless now!"
"I think we've done it, you guys," Mike said. "Come on. We've got programmin' to do."
"Heh, heh," Reggie laughed nervously. "Think again."
Mike gave Reggie a weird look, and then looked over at Frankie. The thirty foot robot began walking around Civic City smashing things like before, but this time, he wasn't taking orders from anyone. He was doing it all on his own.
"Rampaging robots!" Professor Conroy yelled. "You've created a monster!"
"I think the Impossibles are our only chance now," Reggie said. "I just hope Buzz and the girls found them!"