Skittles wandered around for awhile, sniffing about, trying to pick up the scent of her friends. If she saw the dog catcher again, she was going to launch into her super speed. As she was sniffing around, who should wander by but Muscles. Since Mr. Big had pictures of the Impossibles in both their superhero and rock and roll identities (and these included pictures of Skittles as herself, and Impossi-Pup), he recognized her immediately.

"Dahhh, here pup! Here pup!" he called. "Nice puppy, puppy, puppy, puppy!"

Skittles cocked her head to the side, and looked at Muscles, as if she were saying "what the heck is this?"

"Dahhh, nice puppy, puppy," Muscles said, coming closer. "Come to Uncle Muscles."

(and, naturally, being the brainless dolt that he is, he pronounced his name as "Muskles," like it's spelled)

Skittles went into guard dog mode then. She started growling at Muscles, and, as the mug came closer, she bit him in the hand, and took off running down the street.

"YEOUCH!" Muscles shouted. He rubbed his hand, and began looking around, trying to figure out which way the pup went.

"Daaahhh, where'd she go?" he asked. "Daaahhh, here puppy! Here puppy, puppy, puppy, puppy!"

Skittles heard him, but she wasn't going to go running to him. She may have been a baby, but she wasn't that stupid! Besides, she'd lose this goon sooner or later, especially since she was moving at top speed. She knew she had to stop sometime, so she could recharge, but for now, she had to keep moving at super speed to lose Muscles.

In the meantime, the Impossibles (having changed out of their superhero identities for the moment) were cruising the city streets, looking for their four-legged friend. As they were, a notice on a telephone pole caught Fluey's attention.

"Coiley, stop!" he shouted.

"Why? Do you see her?" Coiley asked, as he stopped the Impossi-Mobile.

"No, but I just had a thought," Fluey said. He jumped out of the car, and ran to the pole. Multi and Coiley followed.

"See this?" Fluey said. "It says notice is hereby given that any dog not found on a leash will be impounded immediately."

"Sounds like they have a really strict leash law around here," Multi commented.

"Right," Fluey said. "Now, all three of us know Skits wasn't on a leash, right?"

"Right, Coiley said.

"And if the dog catcher came by and saw that she wasn't on a leash, he might have picked her up, right?" Fluey went on.

"Right," Multi said. "I see what you're saying, Fluey. We should head for the pound and go bail her out."

"Exactly," Fluey said. "Only because they are going to go through heck and back trying to find us. I know her license number is on her tag, but it doesn't give much information on how to contact us if she's lost."

Coiley and Multi agreed, and the Impossibles went back to the Impossi-Mobile, and zoomed toward the pound. Once they arrived, they walked in, and went to the front desk.

"Excuse me," Multi said to the man working. "We're looking for our dog. She sort of got loose, and we think one of your dog catchers might have picked her up because she wasn't on a leash."

"But she does have her collar and license," Coiley pointed out.

"What kind of dog is your dog?" the man at the desk asked.

"We don't know, exactly," Multi shrugged. "We think she's a mixed breed. She's a puppy . . . . about six or seven months old. She's white, and she has brown ears, and her back paws are brown, and she has a brown tip at the end of her tail. And her tag has her name on it. Skittles."

"You know, we just got a dog in today that fits that description," the man said. "Hold on a minute, I'll be right back."

The Impossibles smiled. Fluey's hunch had been right. A few minutes later, the man at the desk came out, but empty handed.

"We've got a slight problem," he said. "Looks like the pup is gone. I don't know how she could've gotten out, but she got out. The door to her cage looked like it was blown off it's hinges, and there's a big hole in the floor. Normally, I'd say she might have dug her way out, but no dog can dig through concrete!"

The Impossibles didn't say a word. They just left. They knew Skittles could easily dig through concrete if she was going fast enough, but they didn't necessarily wanted to tell the man at the pound that.

"Well, now what do we do?" Fluey asked.

"I guess we just continue looking for her," Multi said. "And hope for the best."

Meanwhile, Skittles had finally slowed down, and found she was in the suburbs. She went to a house on the corner, and looked around a bit. The mailbox read "Granny Sweet." This looked like as good a place as any to stay for the night at least. Skittles climbed up to the front porch. Then she began whimpering, and scratching on the door. A few moments later, the door opened, and there stood a little old lady. Skittles figured she was Granny Sweet.

"Hello?" she said, looking around the room. "That's odd, I could have sworn there was someone . . . . ."

Skittles began barking in order to get Granny Sweet's attention. The old lady looked down, and saw the little puppy sitting there on her porch.

"Good heavens!" Granny shouted. She bent down, and picked up Skittles. "Now where did you come from? Are you lost, little puppy?"

Skittles whimpered and nodded.

"Oh, you poor little thing," Granny said, and she looked at the pup's collar and tag. "Hmm. It says here your name is Skittles. But I don't see an address or telephone number on your tag. Well, don't you worry, Skittles. Until we find where you belong, you can stay right here."

Skittles barked happily, and started licking Granny's face. Granny laughed, and brought Skittles inside her house.

"Precious!" she called. "Here, Precious!"

Soon, an orange dog came into the room. He saw his mistress holding the little puppy, and looked at both of them oddly.

"Precious, this is Skittles," Granny said. "She's going to be staying with us for awhile."

Precious growled at the little puppy under his breath, so Granny wouldn't hear him. This little pup only meant one thing to him. Competition. He wanted to remain the number one dog in Granny's house.

"Now, Precious," Granny said, putting Skittles down on the floor. "You and Skittles go outside and play for awhile."

Precious barked, and began kissing Granny's hand. Then he and Skittles went out the back door.

"Remember, Precious," Granny said before she went back into the house. "Take good care of little Skittles!"

Precious nodded. Sure, he'd take care of her all right.

Skittles was sniffing about, getting a feel for new new surroundings, when she felt someone sneaking up behind her. She turned to look, and saw Precious coming, growling at her, looking ready to squash her.

"Yipe!" she yipped, and took off like a shot. Precious was a bit dumbfounded. One minute, this little intruder was there and the next . . . .

Precious didn't dwell on it for very long. He spotted Skittles by the fence, and ran for her. Skittles revved up, and shot out of there so fast, if you blinked, you missed her! Precious saw her suddenly disappear, and tried to stop, but he ended up skidding right into the fence. WHAM!

Precious crawled away from the fence, shaking his head out. He grumbled a bit, and then, tried again, charging like a bull. Skittles once more revved up, and blasted off, this time, right through the fence. Precious ran through the fence right after her, and ended up running right into the neighbor's pool. Skittles was moving so fast, she managed to clear it. Precious wasn't so lucky. He began howling, barking, and flailing about. Skittles could see that he couldn't swim. The owners of the pool weren't home, and Granny Sweet couldn't hear her dog's frantic barking and howling. Even though Precious tried to clobber her, her hero instincts took over. She barked three times, did a backflip, and transformed into Impossi-Pup. Then, she revved up, and ran at top speed into the pool. She grabbed Precious's collar in her mouth, and pulled him out of the pool, and back to Granny's backyard. Then, she climbed on his back, and began pushing on it, repeating the mantra "out goes the bad air, in comes the good" in her head until Precious came to. He looked around, a bit disoriented, and then looked at the super pup sitting on his back, resuscitating him. Impossi-Pup stopped pushing on his back, and whimpered, as if she were asking Precious if he was all right. Precious just looked at the puppy, and raised his paw toward her. At first, Impossi-Pup was afraid Precious was going to try to take another swat at her, but instead, he grabbed her paw, and shook it, like a handshake. Impossi-Pup barked happily, and gave Precious a lick. From there, a friendship was born.