The Impossibles (after doing a quick change to their superhero identities) hadn't gone two blocks when they realized something.

"Hold it a minute!" Multi shouted. "How are we going to find Mr. Big's hideout? It could be anywhere in a city this big!"

"Multi's right," Fluey pointed out. "And we can't track Skittles down with the guitars, or the onboard tracking device in the car. She doesn't have anything on her we can track!"

"And we don't have much time to waste looking for it," Coiley said. "We could sure use a dog about now."

Suddenly, the boys heard barking, and turned around. Sitting there in the car was none other than Granny Sweet's Precious Pupp.

"What the . . . ." Fluey started. "Hey, isn't this Granny Sweet's dog?"

"Yeah, I think so," Coiley said. "But what's he doing here?"

Precious barked, and then jumped onto the hood of the Impossi-Mobile, and bent down low to the ground. Then he began sniffing, and suddenly, did a pointer routine (Poing!) much like Skittles whenever she was tracking something.

"I think he wants to help us find Skittles," Multi said.

"Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh!" Precious shouted, nodding his head.

"And since Mr. Big was at his place earlier, he knows the scent," Fluey said.

"Okay," Coiley said. "Let's hit it!"

"Rally ho!" the boys shouted as they took off down the street, hot on the trail of Mr. Big, thanks to Precious.

Precious managed to track down Mr. Big's scent directly to an old, abandoned warehouse. The foursome climbed out of the car, and walked up to the front door. Coiley tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.

"Locked," he said. "Do your stuff, Fluey."

"Got it," Fluey said. He was about to morph into liquid form, when a voice came on over a nearby intercom.

"That won't be necessary, boys," the voice said. "Welcome. I've been expecting you."

"Mr. Big," Multi said. "Of course you've been expecting us. You've got our dog, and we want her back!"

"Patients, Multi Man, patients," Mr. Big said. "All in due time. Now, then, won't you come in?"

The boys then heard a loud click, and the sound of a heavy bolt being moved. The door then opened, and the Impossibles just stood there. They didn't like the looks of this.

"What's the matter, boys?" Mr. Big's voice asked. "Don't you trust me?"

"About as much as I'd trust a weasel guarding a hen house," Fluey said. "Hey, Mr. Big! Why don't you come out into the open already?"

"What's the matter, fellows?" Mr. Big's voice asked. "Are you afraid to come in and fight me?"

That did it. The Impossibles glanced at each other, and then charged right into the warehouse. The minute they did, they fell right into a pit of some kind.

"Rally hey!" they shouted as they dropped through the floor.

CRASH!

"Oooh, that hurt," Fluey groaned.

Laughter was heard, and the boys looked up, and saw Mr. Big standing at the edge of the pit.

"Enjoy your trip, boys?" he asked. "You weren't expecting a pitfall, were you? Dear me, how are you ever going to get out of there now?"

"He don't know us very well, do he?" Fluey asked.

"Before you do anything, boys," Mr. Big said, "I have a little something here to show you."

It was only then that the Impossibles realized Mr. Big was holding something behind his back. The crime kingpin then pilled out a whining, muzzled Skittles in his arms. She was still attached to the leash, but Mr. Big had used it to tie her paws so she wouldn't run off. Multi was practically seeing red at this point.

"I knew you were a tough customer, Mr. Big," he said. "But now you've gone too far! Rally ho!"

Multi duplicated himself upward, and Coiley and Fluey followed as well, using their powers to get out of the pit.

"Rally ho!" they shouted.

Mr. Big merely smirked, and pulled a nearby lever. A heavy, iron door closed over the pit, and all three Impossibles collided head first with it.

CLANG!

Multi's duplicates retracted on impact and he fell to the bottom of the pit, flat on his back. Coiley slammed into the floor feet first, which was a bit painful, considering he was somewhat squashed once he landed. Fluey's landing wasn't so graceful, either. He was still partially converted as he fell.

SPLAT!

Luckily, they weren't seriously hurt, just extremely dazed.

"Anybody get the license number of that truck?" Fluey asked.

"I knew you'd be able to get out of there that easy," the Impossibles heard Mr. Big say over that darn intercom. "So, I rigged up this little door."

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch, Mr. Big!" Coiley shouted. "We'll get out of here yet!"

"You'd like to think that, wouldn't you?" Mr. Big said. "Do you boys have any idea where you are?"

"Obviously an abandoned warehouse with a convienient pit you were able to use as a trap," Fluey said.

"Not just a pit, my friend," Mr. Big said. He began laughing maniacally, and the boys heard the sound of a lever being pulled. Then there was some slight rumbling.

"Hey, fellas?" Coiley asked. "Is it just me, or is this room starting to get smaller?"

"It ain't just you, Coiley!" Fluey shouted. "The walls are closing in on us!"

"That's right boys," Mr. Big said. "You are in the world's largest trash compactor!"

"Uh oh," Multi said. "Quick, Coiley! Rally ho!"

"Rally ho!" Coiley shouted, as he stretched his arms out and braced them against the walls, trying to hold them back. Multi duplicated himself and did the same thing.

"Fluey, do something!" Coiley shouted.

"Like what?" Fluey asked. "I can't use my powers to hold the walls back!"

"Well, go up to the ceiling and see if you can get out!" Multi suggested.

"Rally ho-ho!" Fluey shouted, converting to liquid, and zooming up to the ceiling. If he got lucky, there'd be a crack somewhere in the ceiling. Unfortunately, the iron door was also water tight.

"I don't see a way out of here, fellas!" he shouted.

"Well, you don't have anything to worry about, Fluey!" Coiley shouted, straining. "After all, you can avoid getting squashed like a bug!"

"Yeah, I know, but a lot of good that's gonna do me without an escape route!" Fluey shouted, pressing his back against one of the walls, doing his best to hold it back. "There aren't any cracks in the ceiling, or under the walls, and I can't stay liquidized forever, you know!"

It looked like there was no way out this time for the boys. Coiley and Multi had no idea how long they would be able to hold the walls back, and Coiley was already weakening.

"I can't hold it much longer!" he yelled.

"Keep trying, Coiley!" Multi shouted, straining a bit himself.

In another room, watching from a surveillance camera, Mr. Big and Muscles were thouroughly enjoying this.

"It won't be long now," Mr. Big said. "They'll never be able to hold those walls!"

Skittles just sat in the corner, and whimpered helplessly. There wasn't anything she could do to help her friends. It looked like Mr. Big was going to win.