The two witches flew to an old, run down house at the edge of town. It was Witch Hazel's house, and the meeting was being held there. The rest of the witches in the union had already arrived, and they were all chatting over spells and things like that.
"No matter what I try, I just can't seem to get that recipe right," one said.
"You should try eye of newt, toe of frog, wool of bat, and tongue of dog," another said. "Makes a great side dish!"
"Sounds rather tasty!"
"You should see what my daughter did at the Witches Academy yesterday," another said. "She turned the entire senior class over at the Princess Academy into wildebeests!"
"Not bad for a beginner," another commented. "My little witch is only three and a half years old, and she turned her first prince into a frog just the other day at daycare."
"My, she's a fast learner!" another praised.
Witch Hazel and Cronella walked up to a podium. Witch Hazel took a gavel from out of nowhere, and banged it on the podium.
"All witches come to order!" she shouted. "Order, please, order, order!"
"I'll have a ham on rye!" a big, black crow perching on one of the witches cawed.
"Oh hush, Cromwell!" the owner of the crow, Mother Gruesome (another one of the Impossibles' old foes) scolded.
"Mother Gruesome?" Cronella asked, staring at the witch. "How in the world did you get out of that book?"
"It wasn't easy!" Mother Gruesome shouted. "How in the world did you turn back into a witch? I thought those Impossibles turned you into a cat!"
"Long story."
"All right, all right, come to order!" Witch Hazel shouted, pounding her gavel on the podium. All the witches in the room came to order.
"Now then," Witch Hazel said. "The reason we've called this little meeting is because our fellow witch, Cronella Critch, is having a bit of a . . . . . dilemma. Cronella, please take the floor."
"Thank you, Hazel," Cronella said, stepping up to the podium. "My fellow witches, I'm facing the biggest problems I've ever faced in my entire life, and it concerns my daughter, Danalleah. I have with me the most recent photograph of her. Pass that around the room, Hazel."
"Oh my!" Witch Hazel gasped as she passed the photo to another witch.
"Oh! Oh, I think I'm going to faint!" another shouted.
"She's so . . . . so . . . ." another stammered.
"Pretty!" Witch Hazel gasped. "Oh you poor thing! Imagine, being stuck with a pretty witch for a daughter!"
"Don't you worry about a thing, dearie," another witch said to Cronella. "I went through that pretty stage when I was Danalleah's age. I can recommend a wonderful plastic surgeon that will fix her up in no time!"
"That's not the least of it," Cronella sighed. "She wants to become a good witch!"
"Oh no!" another witch moaned.
"What is the world coming to?" another asked.
"And she's flunked out of the Witches Academy!" Cronella continued.
"And we had such high hopes for Danalleah, too," another witch sighed. "What with her father being Count Dracula, and all . . . . ."
"And that's not the worst of it!" Cronella shouted.
"What's worse than being a pretty witch?" one of the witches asked. "And wanting to be a good witch? And flunking out of the Witch's Academy?"
"She's . . . . ." Cronella hesitated a bit. "She's in love. With one of my worse enemies! She's in love with one of the Impossibles!"
The entire congregation of wishes gasped. One actually fainted!
"No! It's not possible!" Mother Gruesome yelled. "Your daughter is in love with one of those three buttinskies?! Ohhh, I feel faint!"
"However, however," Cronella said again, as the room came to order once more. "I've solved the problem. I named Danalleah as an accomplice in my latest crime, and she's been deported to Transylvania. That'll keep her away from that Impossible Fluid Man!"
"Don't bet on it, lady," Cromwell cawed out. "She's coming back."
"She's what?!" Cronella yelled. "But how?!"
"And that's not the worst of it," Cromwell continued. "She's arriving tomorrow at noon at the train station, and she's being released into the Impossibles' custody."
"I know just what's going to happen," Cronella grumbled. "That washed out drip of a superhero will turn my bubblehead bleached blond daughter into a . . . . a . . . . a good witch!"
"AAAAAAHHHHH!" several witches yelled in complete horror.
"We haven't had one of those since we had to kick that wash out Winsome Witch out of our club!" one witch in the back yelled out. "Who wants a good witch in this union?"
"There's only one thing to do," Witch Hazel said. "Cronella, since you don't have your powers, I'll volunteer for this job. I'll bring Danalleah here and we'll make an evil witch out of her yet! By the time we get through with her, she'll be turning those Impossibles into frogs!"
Every last witch in the room cheered, and they began cackling.
The next day, the Impossibles were waiting at the train station. It was eleven forty-five. They figured they'd get there early. Fluey was practically climbing the walls in anticipation.
"Fifteen minutes," he said. "Man, this is probably gonna be the longest fifteen minutes of my life!"
Coiley rolled his eyes. Multi sighed, and scratched Skittles behind the ears. While they were waiting, Witch Hazel flew in on her broom, and hovered over the station. Then she took out a pair of binoculars and scouted around.
"Let me see . . . ." she said. "I've got until noon before the train arrives . . . . and those most be those Impossibles Cronella and Mother Gruesome told me about. Now what could that girl of Cronella's see in one of them?! We've got a short, chubby blond, a redhead who's hair looks more like a mop than anything, and the third . . . . nothing even remotely special about him. The shame of it all. Now why can't she go out with a nice goblin, or even the creature from the Black Lagoon? Oh well. When we get done with her, she'll forget all about those goody-goody do-gooders."
Time passed slowly, and finally, the train began pulling into the station. Fluey practically jumped out of the car when he saw it pull in. But he was going to wait and make sure Danalleah was really on the train before he ran over to it. The anticipation was killing him. Finally, the last passenger got off the train. It was a teenage girl with blond hair, wearing a witch's hat, and carrying a broom.
"Danalleah!" Fluey shouted, waving. "Hey Danalleah, over here!"
"Fluey!" Danalleah shouted. She dropped her broom, and raced across the platform. But just before she could reach Fluey, something came swooping out of the sky, grabbed her around her waist, and took off, leaving spinning hairpins behind. The next thing that was heard was a witch's cackle.
"What was that?!" Fluey shouted.
"Look up there!" Multi shouted, pointing to the sky. "It's Witch Hazel!"
"You mean from the Bugs Bunny cartoons?" Coiley asked. "What's she doing on our side of the tracks?"
"I don't know, and I don't like it!" Fluey shouted, jumping into the car. "Convert to Impossi-Jet, Coiley, and let's get after that broom! Vaminos!"
Coiley pushed a button in the car, and the Impossi-Mobile converted to the Impossi-Jet, and the singing Impossibles also converted to the superhero Impossibles, and they took off after Witch Hazel.
"Rally ho!" they shouted.
Of course, Witch Hazel heard that all too familiar battle cry and looked over her shoulder.
"Oooh broomsticks!" she shouted. "They're following me!"
"I knew they would!" Danalleah shouted.
"I'll just have to shift into second gear then," Witch Hazel said, and her broom took off like a shot across the sky.
"We're gonna lose her!" Coiley shouted.
"Oh no we're not!" Fluey shouted, as he converted to liquid, and blasted himself out of the jet. "Rally ho-ho!"
"Hmm," Witch Hazel said, looking over her shoulder. "Cronella was right when she said your beau was a washed out drip."
"I should have known Mother was in on this," Danalleah groaned.
"Okay, you wacky witch!" Fluey shouted, as he approached Witch Hazel's broom. "Better give up!"
"How dare you speak that way to me!" Witch Hazel shouted. "Don't you have any respect for your elders, young man?!"
"Not when they're witches!" Fluey shouted. "Let her go, and I might go easy on ya!"
Witch Hazel just cackled, and took off even faster, of course, leaving her hairpins behind her. Fluey grinded his teeth, and shot forward. He didn't want to lose her.
"Freeze, you broom jockey!" he yelled.
"I have a better idea," Witch Hazel said with a cackle. "You freeze!"
And with that, Witch Hazel pulled a magic wand from apparently out of nowhere, and waved it at Fluey. He was suddenly encased in a block of ice, and unable to follow Witch Hazel any longer. He was also unable to stay airborne, and he started plummeting to the ground.
"Oh no!" Danalleah wailed.
"Now then, dearie," Witch Hazel said. "Let's get back home before those other two catch up to us. Mustn't keep your mother waiting!"
Witch Hazel cackled evilly, and took off, naturally, leaving those hairpins of hers behind her.
Coiley and Multi flew around looking for either Fluey, or Witch Hazel. They had lost track of them both after Fluey took off out of the jet going after that wacky witch. Skittles sniffed the air, barked, and did her pointer routine (poing!)
"Something down there in the woods, girl?" Multi asked. Skittles barked. "Take her down, Coiley."
"Roger, Multi!" Coiley shouted, and he landed the Impossi-Jet. Skittles jumped out, and began sniffing around. Then she barked, and began running into the woods. Coiley and Multi ran after her. They found Fluey sitting on the ground surrounded by what looked like chunks of ice. He was shivering, and his teeth were clacking together like castanets.
"Fluey, are you all right?" Multi asked.
"D-d-d-don't w-w-w-worry, I'm f-f-f-fine," Fluey stammered, rubbing his arms in an attempt to warm up. "Or at l-l-l-least I w-w-w-will be after I th-th-thaw out a l-l-l-little!"
The trio went back to the Impossi-Jet, and took off. Even though it was fairly warm out, Coiley turned on the car's heater so Fluey could thaw out a little faster.
"What happened anyway?" he asked.
"I told her to freeze," Fluey shrugged. "And she put the freeze on me instead. I'm just glad she froze me in midair. The impact from the fall managed to shatter that ice cube I was stuck in. Who knows how long it would've taken me to melt out of there! Anyway, we've got to find that wacky witch."
"Right," Multi said. "Though I don't know what she could want with Danalleah."
"I don't either," Fluey said. "But I don't trust her."
Suddenly, the onboard computer began beeping. Coiley pushed a button, and Big D appeared on the screen.
"The Impossibles reporting for duty, chief," he said.
"Boys, there's been a jailbreak at state prison last night," Big D said. "Cronella Critch has escaped. Witnesses reported she left the prison on a broom, accompanied by another witch. They said something about the only thing they left behind were hairpins."
"That had to be Witch Hazel!" Multi shouted. "She must have broke Cronella out of jail."
"And Cronella wasn't too happy when she found out Danalleah had a crush on me," Fluey said. "Why else would she convince the authorities to question her about that museum robbery, and then deport her to Transylvania?"
"She must have found out about our assignment to meet Danalleah at the train station today," Coiley said. "And sent Witch Hazel to get Danalleah in an attempt to separate you two."
"This is low even for that tricky witch!" Fluey shouted, becoming angry. "Oooohhhh, wait'll I get my hands on her!"
"Down, boy," Coiley said.
"Come on, fellas," Multi said. "We've got a couple of witches to track down!"
"Rally ho!" the Impossibles shouted, and took off.
Meanwhile, Witch Hazel and Danalleah arrived back at her house. Cronella was waiting for them.
"Ahhh, here's my little Danalleah now," she said. "How I've missed you!"
"You can stop pretending, Mother," Danalleah said, sourly. "I know you'd rather be turned into a cat than to be forced to spend quality time with me. What are you doing out of jail, anyway? They couldn't have given you time off for good behavior."
"Hazel busted me out," Cronella said. "And my old friend, Mother Gruesome, managed to learn about your arrival today. I would have come to pick you up myself, but there was a little matter of me losing my powers . . . . no thanks to you, you little brat!"
Danalleah cringed. She knew she was partly responsible for Cronella losing her powers. After all, she was the one who threatened to drop an item that wasn't on the list of ingredients into the cauldron. If Fluey hadn't heard how to disrupt the spell, then Cronella would have regained her powers.
"However, it really doesn't matter now," Cronella said. "What's done is done."
"That's right," Witch Hazel said. "Can't change the past, dearie. Now then, would you like to begin your lessons now, or would you rather wait until you've had a chance to rest up? After all, you've had a long trip coming all the way from Transylvania."
"Lessons?" Danalleah repeated. "What do you mean lessons?"
"Why, your witch lessons, of course! You didn't think we'd let you stay here without schooling, now did you? We're going to teach you the wonderful ways of being a wicked witch! You'll be just like your mother."
"But I don't want to be just like my mother," Danalleah protested. "I want use my powers for good, and help Fluey fight crime."
"Don't you ever use that boy's name in my presence again, young lady!" Cronella shouted. "He's a bad influence on you! No daughter of mine is going to be seen with an Impossible! And no daughter of mine is going to use her powers to be a good witch, either! You're going to learn to be an evil witch whether you like it or not! And from this point on, I don't want to hear another word about those impossible Impossibles! Especially not Fluid Man! Is that understood young lady?!"
"But Mother!" Danalleah shouted.
"Don't you 'but Mother' me, girlie! From here on end, there will be no more Impossibles! If I even hear you mention them one more time, I'll pluck every last one of those bleached blond hairs out of your head by the roots! Now come along!"
Cronella grabbed Danalleah's arm, and led her up the stairs. She practically threw her inside a small bedroom, with no windows.
"We'll begin your lessons tomorrow," she said. "And you'd better get that impossible Fluid Man out of your head, because if I have anything to say about it, you'll never see him again!"
And with that, Cronella slammed the door shut, and locked it. Danalleah threw herself on the bed, and began sobbing.