It seemed to be taking hours in the Khakistanian hospital waiting room for the doctors to come out. Coiley was on his guitar, informing Big D what was going on, and Multi and Skittles were both pacing the floor. The sultan was sitting there, looking grim. Once Coiley ended the transmission, he walked up to Multi.

"What did Big D say?" Multi asked.

"He's canceling the rest of the Middle East thing," Coiley said. "He wants us to come back to HQ as soon as we can, and he wants the doctors here to transport Fluey back to HQ as soon as they're able to. I really don't know how he can be so confident that everything's going to turn out all right."

"That's the chief for you," Multi said, shrugging. "I guess it takes an awful lot to rattle Big D!"

Coiley had to agree with that one. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Multi and Coiley, the doctor came out.

"I have to tell you boys one thing," he said. "Your friend is one extremely lucky young man! We're a bit amazed that there wasn't any damage to the brain. We're not sure what happened, but the bullet missed the brain completely!"

"That's good, I guess," Coiley said, shrugging.

"You don't have to worry, though," the doctor continued. "He's expected to make a full recovery. Quite impossible, really."

"How do you like that, Multi?" Coiley asked. "Even when we're not in our alter egos, we're still impossible."

"Can we go see him now?" Multi asked.

"No, not tonight," the doctor said. "I want him to get some rest, but you can go in tomorrow."

The next day, Coiley, Multi, and the sultan were at the hospital. Fluey was awake, but very disoriented after what had happened.

"Oooh, my head is killing me!" he shouted.

"I bet," Coiley said. "Other than that, how are you feeling, Fluey?"

"Okay, I guess," Fluey said, then he heaved a sigh. "I just want this whole thing to be over with."

"It won't be over until we get the results of the DNA testing," Multi said.

"I hope we find out soon," Fluey said. "This whole ordeal is giving me a headache."

Multi and Coiley nodded. The only good thing they could find out of this whole mess was that Sandrina had been locked up, and was no longer a threat. After a few moments, the doctor that took the DNA tests the other day came into the room.

"Boys, I have the results of the DNA tests," he said.

"Hey, how's that for timing?" Fluey asked.

"Well, what are the results, doctor?" the sultan asked. "Is the boy my son or not?"

"We've double checked and triple checked," the doctor said. "We've gone through everything in the royal family history we could think of, but the results were all the same. We were unable to find a match. I'm afraid he's not the prince."

"So you're telling me that Princess Psychopath tried to kill me for nothing," Fluey said. "That just figures. I needed that like I need a hole in the head!"

"Oh, Fluey, I can't believe you just said that!" Multi groaned.

"Sorry, bad choice of words," Fluey said, realizing what he just said, considering what had just happened in the past couple of days.

About a week later, Fluey was ready to be transported back to the States. The sultan was seeing them off.

"I am truly sorry about all the trouble," he said. "If there is anything I can do to make it up to you boys . . . ."

"Don't worry about it," Multi said.

"I was hoping that the test results would turn out positive," the sultan sighed. "I guess the mystery of my missing son will still remain a mystery."

"I really wish we could do more to help," Coiley said.

"I wouldn't give up hope, sultan," Multi said. "I mean, stranger things have happened."

"Mostly to us," Fluey commented.

"I suppose you're right," the sultan said.

And with that, the Impossibles took off and headed for home. It was a pretty quiet trip back, which was a little unusual for the boys, who were almost always practicing their songs while on the move, or had the radio on.

"You're kind of quiet back there, Fluey," Coiley said. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Fluey said. "I was just thinking about the DNA test results."

"You sound kind of depressed over it," Multi said. "I thought you'd be relieved."

"I am," Fluey said. "But in a way, I kind of wish the results were positive, you know?"

"How come?" Coiley asked. "You know if they did match, you'd have to stay in Khakistan, give up your music career, and quit the team."

"Yeah, I know, and I am glad I'm not the prince, but I only kinda wish the DNA matched because then I'd finally know who my birth parents were. And it would explain why I was just dropped on an orphanage doorstep when I was a baby. But since the tests came back negative, the identity of my parents and the reason why they just up and left me on a doorstep still remains a mystery. And we can't take the time to find out, not with our lifestyles. By the time we even get around to starting, Big D will probably call us in on an assignment."

"Well, Fluey, as I said to the sultan, stranger things have happened," Multi said.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Fluey sighed. "Who knows? Maybe one day, out of the blue, something will happen that will lead me to my parents."

Multi and Coiley didn't say anything, mostly because they didn't know how to respond. But apparently, Fluey wasn't really looking for a response.

"But I'm not gonna dwell on that," he said. "I mean, what's the point? Yeah, I'd like to know who my real parents are, but it's been sixteen years, and who knows if they're even still alive? In any case, Coiley, turn on the radio and let's head home."

"You got it," Coiley said, and he switched on the Impossi-Jet's radio, and the trio (plus Skittles, of course), flew off into the sky.

THE END