Skittles huddled in the corner in the back of the truck and whimpered. She was scared to death, too scared to go into her Impossi-Pup routine. She knew this type of truck very well, even though she had seen it only once before in her short life. It was three days before the Impossibles had found her. The same white truck that said "City Pound," had been driving along, and the man with the net had scooped up her mother, all because she wasn't wearing a collar, or a license. The man hadn't seen Skittles, so he wasn't aware the little puppy was around. The truck took her mother away, and Skittles never saw her again. She has never gotten over a fear of white trucks, or men carrying nets.
The truck stopped at a building, and Skittles was pulled out of the truck, and put on a leash.
"Okay, baby, come on," the man said, tugging on the leash. Nervously, Skittles followed him inside. The building was full of cages, and inside the cages were several cats and dogs, all howling and yowling, and carrying on. The man picked up the frightened puppy, and put her inside of a cage.
"In you go," he said. "Now you just sit tight while I check out your license number."
Skittles whimpered and cowered in the cage. She didn't like this place.
Meanwhile, the Impossibles were sitting in the Impossi-Mobile, waiting for Skittles to come back. The police had informed them of Skittles's capture of the crooks.
"Skittles should've been back by now," Multi said. "Even if she wasn't moving at super speed."
"Right," Fluey said. "Maybe we oughta go look for her."
Coiley agreed, and the Impossibles started up the car. They were glad the collision with the wall didn't cause too much damage (though the SSHQ mechanic, Mike Rogers, was probably going to give them another lecture when he found out he'd have to repair the damages again).
The boys drove along, calling out Skittles's name, hoping she'd hear them.
"This isn't like her," Multi said. "She always comes when I call her!"
"Let's head for the police station and start the search from there," Coiley said.
"She's gotta be around this city somewhere," Fluey said. "Besides, she's about as well known as we are, crime fighter wise. If she's in her Impossi-Pup form, someone'll find her and try to find us."
"What if she's not in Impossi-Pup form?" Coiley asked.
"That might be a problem," Fluey said. "But she has her collar and her license. Somebody might pick her up, and once they see the collar, they'll know she belongs to someone."
"A lot of good her license will do," Multi sighed. "All it has on it is her name and her license number. I didn't put any kind of contact information on it. I knew I should have."
"Yeah, I should've asked Reggie to come up with a tracking device for her," Coiley said. "Then we could just track her with the onboard computers, or one of the guitars. They have homing devices in them, after all."
"We can get Reggie to put a tracker in Skits's collar when we get back to HQ," Fluey said. "There's no point in kicking yourselves over these things right now. We've gotta find Skittles."
Coiley put the Impossi-Mobile in gear, and the boys took off down the street. However, their conversation wasn't going unnoticed. In the alley was a mug named Muscles, who worked for a man known only as Mr. Big. Mr. Big knew all about the Impossibles and their little furry four-legged friend. Muscles was sure Mr. Big would love to know that the pup pulled a disappearing act. Quickly, he ran to Mr. Big's hideout.
"Daahhhh, hey, Mr. Big!" he shouted. "I was spyin' on dem Impossibles, like you done tol' me to."
"And what did you find out?" Mr. Big asked.
"Not much," Muscles said. "'Cept that puny little mutt of dere's ain't wit dem."
"Impossible," Mr. Big said. "That dog is never away from any one of the three of them. Especially not Multi Man. Those two are practically joined at the hip."
"Dahhh, yeah, I know, boss," Muscles said. "But she ain't wit dem! Dey went to look for her."
"Hmmm."
Mr. Big began thinking that one over. Even though Skittles was just a little puppy, whenever anyone, absolutely anyone, messed with the Impossibles, they answered to her. And anyone who did answer to Skittles often found themselves unable to sit down for at least a week (she may be little, but she's got some very sharp teeth!)
"That's it, Muscles!" Mr. Big shouted. "I have it! If we can find that runt before they do, we can use her to lure those interfering Impossibles into my clutches! Those three will do anything for that dog. Muscles, go get that pooch!"
"Daahhhh, yes, Mr. Big!" Muscles shouted, and he raced out of the hideout and began to track down Skittles.
Back at the pound, Skittles was going completely crazy. She was sick and tired of just sitting in that cage, waiting. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She backed up to the back of the cage, revved up, and hit the door at full force, knocking it off it's hinges. Then, she hit the floor, and sniffed a bit. Pure concrete. She revved up again, and began digging. Since she was going at super speed, digging through a concrete floor was easy for her. She tunneled straight through the floor, and came out on the other side of the wall. Now all she had to do was find the Impossibles.
