The Impossibles landed the Impossi-Jet a little aways from Witch Hazel's house.
"You guys wait for me here," Fluey said. "I'm gonna find out what's going on before I actually try and go in."
"Good idea," Multi said.
Fluey converted to liquid, and shot over to the house. He peered into the window, and saw Danalleah stirring something in a cauldron. Witch Hazel came over to her.
"How's it going?" she asked.
"I got rid of him," Danalleah said. "Twice. I doubt he'll be coming back here again. And I doubt those other two will bother us as well. Though I'd like to slip into something a little more comfortable."
"Oh of course, dearie, of course! Alakazam!"
And with that, Witch Hazel wiggled her fingers, and Danalleah was surrounded in a puff of smoke. When it cleared, Cronella Critch was standing in her place. Cronella cackled, and stretched.
"Am I ever glad to be out of that body!" she shouted. "Oooohhh, I felt just so . . . . so . . . . so awful being pretty like that! Not to mention trying to act like a fourteen-year-old. I can't believe we actually pulled it off."
"It's amazing what a little witchcraft can do. Now, since he's convinced Danalleah wants nothing more to do with him, we can convince her that he doesn't want anything to do with her, either."
"I still can't believe he fell for it. He's even dumber than I thought he was! I know Danalleah will fall for it. She's even dumber than Fluid Man!"
Fluey glared at the two of them, gnashed his teeth, and clenched his fists. He was mad, now. But he was going to deal with the two of them later. He had to get in there and find Danalleah first. He walked around to the back of the house, and found an outdoor faucet, most likely once used to attach a garden hose to. He quickly converted to liquid, and shot through the faucet, and into the plumbing. This was the quickest way in, he knew that. And he would be able to avoid Cronella and Witch Hazel easily. Finally, he came out of the faucet of the upstairs bathroom sink. He looked out the door, and once the coast was clear, began his search, hoping those two witches wouldn't find him. Though the search was going to be pretty easy. Most of the doors were opened, except one on the far end of the hall. Fluey ran over, and looked through the keyhole. There was Danalleah, laying on her bed, and crying. She wanted to leave that very second, but her door was magically locked by Witch Hazel, and Danalleah's powers weren't strong enough to counteract the spell. She also knew Cronella wasn't going to let her out for one minute. She was determined to keep her away from Fluey no matter what the cost. Fluey converted into liquid, and slid underneath the door into the room.
"Come on, Danalleah," he said. "Cheer up. I can't stand to see a girl cry!"
Danalleah looked up and saw Fluey standing there. At first, she just stared, not sure if she were seeing things or not. For all she knew, this could have been either Witch Hazel or her mother trying to trick her.
"Is this some kind of a trick?" she said, finally. "Or is it really you?"
"Last time I checked," Fluey said. "I know how I can prove I'm not one of those wacky witches. I highly doubt you'd tell them about the letters we sent to each other, especially since we knew we weren't allowed to do that."
"Oh Fluey!" Danalleah shouted, and she practically threw herself at the teenage superhero. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned against his shoulder, and started crying again.
"I thought I'd never see you again!" she cried.
"Me too," Fluey admitted. "Especially after that mother of yours pulled the dirtiest trick she could muster on me. She had Witch Hazel disguise herself as you, trying to make me think you didn't like me anymore. And they were going to convince you that I didn't like you anymore. But don't worry. I'm gonna get you out of here."
"How? The door's locked from the outside, magically, and I can't use my powers to open it. Witch Hazel's magic is too strong for me to counteract."
"I have just the thing."
Fluey then pulled out a small whistle. Danalleah just stared at it, not sure what to think.
"I don't think that's going to work," she said. "Mother and Witch Hazel will hear it for sure!"
"Trust me, they won't even notice a thing. Just stand back."
Danalleah stood back. Fluey stuck the whistle in his mouth, and blew as hard as he could. No sound came from it.
"I think your whistle's broken," Danalleah said.
"Just wait," Fluey said, and he took a couple of steps back as well. Within five seconds, the door was suddenly knocked off it's hinges by what looked like a streak of lightning. Then, the streak of lightning crashed right through the wall, leaving a small hole in it, leading outside.
"Not exactly what I had in mind, but this might work better," Fluey said, going over to the hole. Then, he stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled.
"Skittles!" he called. "Here, girl!"
The streak of lightning came back through the hole, and slammed right into Fluey, knocking him to the floor. It was none other than Skittles, the Impossi-Pup. She barked happily, and started licking Fluey's face.
"Atta girl!" he laughed. "I knew you'd be able to hear the dog whistle!"
"Oh, I should have known it was a dog whistle!" Danalleah shouted with a laugh. "Fluey, you are too much!"
"You'd better do the bat thing," Fluey said. "That way, we can just fly out of the hole Skittles made. Then, we'll meet up with Multi and Coiley."
Danalleah nodded, and transformed herself into a bat. Skittles barked, and her legs started spinning. Then she shot through the hole, and straight to the Impossi-Jet. Danalleah went next, and finally, Fluey converted to liquid form, and went out of the hole in the wall. Unfortunately, their escape wasn't about to go unnoticed. Both Witch Hazel and Cronella came up the stairs, found the door opened, and saw the hole in the wall.
"I don't know how he did it, but that impossible Fluid Man did it!" Cronella yelled.
"We'd better get after them," Witch Hazel said. "We can not allow your daughter to become a good witch!"
The two witches quickly hopped on Witch Hazel's broom, and took off, leaving behind Witch Hazel's trademark hairpins. They managed to catch up with their target just as Fluey, Skittles, and Danalleah made it to the Impossi-Jet, and they all heard the witches cackling overhead.
"Uh oh," Multi said. "We'd better get out of here!"
"Take off!" Fluey shouted, as he, Danalleah, and Skittles jumped into the car (or jet, or whatever).
Coiley started the jet, and took off. The witches were right behind them.
"You think we oughta attempt to clobber 'em?" Coiley asked.
"Not right now," Fluey replied. "We'll go back for them later. It's not the three of us they're after, it's Danalleah. I want to get her somewhere safe first."
"We've got to get that jet down," Cronella said. "Any ideas?"
"I've got a doozy of one, dearie!" Witch Hazel cackled, and she whipped out her magic wand. "Alakamish, alakamash, now that flying car will land with a crash!"
Witch Hazel cackled like crazy, and waved her wand at the Impossi-Jet. It began to sputter all of a sudden.
"Uh oh," Coiley said. "They've conked out the motor."
"We're gonna crash!" Fluey shouted, as the Impossi-Jet began to nosedive.
"Abandon jet!" Multi shouted. He grabbed Skittles, and duplicated himself upwards. Coiley sprang up as well. Fluey grabbed Danalleah, and she held on to him for all it was worth as he converted to liquid, and flew out of the jet. The Impossi-Jet then hit the ground with a loud CRASH!
"Mike's not gonna be to happy to hear we crashed the car again," Coiley said, as he and the others landed.
"Never mind the car!" Fluey shouted. "We've got to lose those witches! Follow me!"
The Impossibles, Skittles, and Danalleah then raced into the nearby woods. The two witches circled around, searching for them.
"Oooh, those Impossibles are impossible!" Witch Hazel yelled. "We'll never find them in here! This forest is too dense."
"I don't think they'll get too far on foot," Cronella replied. "We'll just have to wait and see what happens. But we'd better get back to your place and recharge the broom batteries."
"Good idea. We're running on a low tank."
The two witches cackled, and then started to fly back towards Witch Hazel's.
Meanwhile, the Impossibles, Danalleah, and Skittles were running through the woods, not really sure where they were going.
"I hate to admit it," Multi said. "But I think we're lost."
"Yeah, without the navigation device in the car, we can't find our way back to Megatropolis and headquarters from here," Coiley said.
"Headquarters would probably be the first place those witches will look," Fluey said, taking Danalleah's hand. "We've got to find some place where they'll never even think of searching."
"If I know Mother, she'll find us no matter where we go," Danalleah said, and she hugged Fluey close. "Oh, Fluey, I'm so scared!"
"Don't worry, Danalleah," Fluey said. "I promise, I won't let those tricksters hurt you."
Skittles began sniffing around the ground. Then she began barking, and raced down a path. The others followed her. She stopped and did her pointer routine (poing!), and pointed to a small cottage in the middle of the woods.
"Looks like we're in luck," Coiley said. "Maybe there's someone living there that can help us!"
"Let's go!" Multi shouted, and the group ran for the door. Multi started knocking on it, but there was no answer. Skittles began pawing at the door, and she pushed it open.
"Somebody must be home," Coiley said. "No one would go out and leave their door unlocked."
"Hello?" Multi asked, as he and the others walked in. "Is anybody home? We don't mean to barge in like this, but we're kind of in a jam here."
"I don't see anyone," Fluey said, checking a couple of rooms. "Looks like we struck out."
Skittles sniffed about, and went into the kitchen. In the fireplace was a small, black pot. Skittles jumped onto a nearby chair, and looked inside the pot. There was some kind of mush or oatmeal, or something of that nature in it. Skittles sniffed at it. It smelled pretty good, so she took a small taste. It wasn't half bad. As a matter of fact, it was pretty good. She barked, and dove into the pot, gobbling whatever was in it, until she ate the entire thing. Unfortunately, Danalleah and the boys ran in just as she finished the last bite.
"Uh oh," Coiley said.
"You oughta think of getting a leash for this dog," Fluey said. "I just hope whoever lives here doesn't get too mad about this."
"What do you have to say for yourself, Skittles?" Multi asked.
"Burp," was Skittles contribution to the conversation. Then she climbed out of the pot, and waddled across the room. She came out of that pot with a very fat tummy. She managed to jump into a chair, then stretched, and settled in to go to sleep.
"I think Skits has the right idea," Fluey said, stifling a yawn. "I'm wiped."
"So am I," Coiley said.
"Oooh, I can barely keep my eyes open," Danalleah said, yawning herself.
"That makes it unanimous," Multi said.
So, the quartet looked around the cottage looking for a place to get some sleep. However, there was only one bed in the entire cottage. Immediately, the boys gave it to Danalleah.
"Are you guys sure?" she asked.
"Yeah, we'll be fine," Fluey said. "The three of us can sleep almost anywhere, right guys?"
"Right," Coiley said. "Most of the time we sleep in the car."
"All right, if you're sure," Danalleah said. Then she yawned and made herself comfortable. The boys then managed to find a couple more chairs, and crashed as well. It had been a very long day.
No sooner than our heroes were fast asleep when the owner of the cottage came flying in. On a broomstick yet! Yes, it was another witch, but it wasn't just any witch. It was Winsome Witch, the good witch that the witch's union had kicked out of their club for being a good witch.
"Well, here are are home again, Sweepsy, m'darlin'!" she shouted, as she brought her broom in for a landing. The first thing she noticed was that her door was opened.
"Oh dear," she said. "I thought for sure I closed that. Someone must've broken in. Better look into this."
Winnie carefully stepped inside, just in case the burglar was still around. She tiptoed into the kitchen and saw her overturned pot, completely licked clean.
"Well, whoever broke in must have been hungry," she said. "Thank goodness I was just making oatmeal instead of my eye of newt parmesan."
Winnie then walked into the next room, and saw Skittles fast asleep on the chair.
"Well, what have we here?" she said with a laugh. "A little puppy dog wearing a superhero suit. Oooh, isn't that cute? Well, I guess I'll just let the sleeping dog lie."
Winnie then went into the other room, and saw Danalleah sleeping in her bed.
"Boy, someone's got the wrong story!" she said. "Here we have a blond haired girl sleeping in my bed. Wake up, dearie."
Danalleah yawned, and sat up. When she saw a witch standing there, she let out a scream, which woke up the boys. They came racing into the room.
"Oh great! Another witch!" Fluey groaned. "I just know they sent you. Well, I'm gonna take care of this right now. Rally ho-ho!"
Fluey converted into liquid and charged. Winnie was a bit surprised, but she recovered quickly, and raised her hand.
"Ippity pippity pow!" she shouted suddenly, and one Jet Screamer Music Cue later, Fluey had been transformed into a frog.
"Ribbit, ribbit," he croaked.
"Sorry about that," Winnie said. "It was an act of self defense. I'll change him back, though. Ippity pippity pow!"
A second Jet Screamer Music Cue was heard, and Fluey was transformed back to his old self.
"Now then, young man," Winnie said. "Before you say anything, let me tell you that yes, I am a witch, but I'm a good witch."
"Good witch?" Fluey asked. "You don't look like a good witch to me."
"Oh, Fluey!" Danalleah shouted. "Trust me, she's a good witch. This is Winsome Witch. Mother's told me about her all the time. You were kicked out of the witch's union for being a good witch."
"That's right," Winnie said. "Let me tell you, those witches aren't very understanding when it comes to doing good."
"Tell me about it," Danalleah sighed.
"Now then, just who are the four of you . . . ." Winnie started. "Well, five of you, that is . . . . considering the pup is with you . . . . and what are you doing in my house?"
"That's kind of a long story, Ms. Witch," Coiley said. "But we'll explain it the best we can."
And with that, the Impossibles and Danalleah explained the entire thing to Winnie. When they were finished, Winnie heaved a sigh.
"I'm not surprised," she said. "I know your mother well, Danalleah, and she's the trickiest witch in the entire union. Hazel isn't one to take lightly, either."
"We know that," Multi said. "But the question is what do we do?"
"Well, you're welcome to stay here," Winnie said. "Even though I was kicked out of the union, I still have a spell or two up my sleeve."
"Right, and it may take a witch to beat a witch," Fluey said. The others had to agree on that one. Besides, the Impossibles had a feeling they could use all the help that they could get on this one.
Cronella and Witch Hazel in the meantime, were trying to figure out where the Impossibles were hiding Danalleah. Witch Hazel finally went to her mirror.
"I don't know why I didn't think of this before," she said. "My mirror will tell us where she's hiding!"
"How can your mirror do that?" Cronella asked.
"It's a magic mirror, dearie. I got it cheap from a wicked queen who wasn't using it anymore. Magic mirror that I see, tell us where Danalleah Critch may be!"
The mirror rippled, and a genie appeared in it.
"You seek to find Danalleah Critch," he said. "She is in the cottage of Winsome W. Witch."
"Oooh, that's the worst news yet!" Cronella shouted. "That wishy washy Winsome Witch will teach Danalleah how to be a good witch for sure!"
"We're dealing with a lost cause, anyway, Cronella. We'll never get that daughter of yours to learn to be an evil witch like us. We're just going to have to face the facts. The girl was not born evil."
"But I am not going to let her become a good witch, and I certainly can't allow her to have a relationship with an Impossible!"
"I know, dearie, I know. But just relax, and leave everything to little ol' me. You just stay here and house sit for me. I may be gone for quite awhile."
Witch Hazel grabbed her broom, and took off outside, leaving her hairpins behind as usual. Cronella had no idea what she was up to, but she wasn't going to worry about it. She knew Witch Hazel knew what she was doing.
Two days later, Fluey and Danalleah were walking through the woods. It was quiet, a little too quiet for Fluey's tastes.
"I don't know if we should even be doing this," he said. "I think we're too close to Witch Hazel's."
"Where else are we going to go?" Danalleah asked. "Besides, I don't think she can find us."
"I'm just getting a feeling, that's all."
Before Danalleah could respond, the two of them heard something in the bushes.
"What was that?" Danalleah asked.
"It came from over there," Fluey said. "It might be that whacked out Witch Hazel, or even your tricky mother. You'd better stay here where it's safe. I'll check it out."
"Be careful, Fluey," Danalleah said.
"Don't worry, I will."
Fluey converted to liquid, and shot over to the bushes. Danalleah started wringing her hands nervously. She hoped Fluey wouldn't take too long. Fluey, meanwhile, was searching through the bushes, looking for something, anything out of the ordinary. It had gotten quiet again the minute he left Danalleah, and he didn't like it one bit.
"This is starting to bug me," he grumbled. "I just know those witches are up to something. I'd better get back to Danalleah before . . . ."
Before Fluey could finish his sentence, he heard a very loud, and shrill scream in the distance. He had no doubt in his mind who it belonged do.
"Danalleah!" he yelled. He was about to convert to liquid and race to her when he was suddenly hit in the back of the head. He wasn't knocked out, but he was a little dazed. He recovered quickly, and saw an army of strange creatures before him. He didn't know what the heck they were, probably goblins or something along those lines. Creatures you would most likely see during Halloween.
"Now I know those witches are up to something," he said. "No problem. I can take these spooks easily! Rally ho-ho!"
Fluey converted, and charged at one of the goblins, but he dodged, and Fluey slammed right into a tree. He was a bit dazed, but recovered quickly, and began swinging at the goblins. The goblins just laughed, and fought back. Fluey took a few punches, but mostly avoided getting hit because he converted to liquid. He was trying to wash them out, but these goblins weren't making it easy. Finally, one grabbed his goggles, stretched them out, and let go, snapping them back into Fluey's face. Fluey stumbled backwards, and was grabbed by the arms by a couple of the goblins. They held him down, while the others began hitting him. After several blows, Fluey fell to the ground. He tried to get up, but the goblins jumped on him. As a final blow, the largest of the goblins punched him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him completely, and delivered the hardest left cross to the face imaginable. Fluey fell to the ground, like a marionette who's strings had been cut off. The goblins laughed and finally disappeared. Fluey tried to get up, but he couldn't. He didn't have the strength.