The next morning, the members of the Syndicate were out driving in that black Cadillac of theirs. Fluey was filing his nails, and Nicky and Gino were just watching him (Johnny was driving).
"So what's the first thing we do, boss?" Johnny asked.
"You spread the word that the Syndicate was making a come back like I told you to, right?" Fluey said, not looking up.
"Yeah, we did," Gino said. "We told them we were having a meeting."
"Okay, good," Fluey said. "How many people we got coming?"
"Let's see," Nicky said, pulling out his list. "Judging by who just busted out . . . . we got Guido and Joey, the Fish, the Big Goombah, Fat Freddy, Lucky Louie, Chubbs, and Kid Katchatore."
"Good, good," Fluey said. "That oughta be enough. And these guys'll do what I tell 'em, and they won't give me no lip?"
"Hey, you're Don Manikatti's grandkid," Nicky said. "Anybody gives you any lip is just plain askin' for it! They don't mess with a Manikatti or question a Manikatti's orders."
"Good," Fluey said. "And these guys are the best in the biz, too?"
"Yep," Gino said. "These are the top ginks in the Syndicate. Always loyal to your granddad, and they'll be loyal to you, as well."
"They'd better be," Fluey replied.
Moments later, the foursome arrived at an old warehouse, where a bunch of other gangsters were waiting.
"What's this about, Nick?" one known as Chubbs (and he was quite fat) asked.
"Men, we're starting up the Syndicate again," Nicky said.
"Get outta heah!" Guido (who had a very thick Jersey accent) shouted. "How ya gonna start up da Syndicate again? Aftah how you an' Malone an' Portobello loused up your last assignment from da Don?"
"Yeah, tell us about it!" an extremely fat gangster (fatter than Chubbs) aptly named Fat Freddy shouted. "The three of you were the best of the best in the Don's eyes, and yet, you couldn't nab one stupid teenage kid!"
"Yeh, de only way da tree of youse is gonna staht up de Syndicate again is if youse get a Manikatti," Guido said.
"And the Manikatti family is pretty much dead," Joey said.
"Not so," Nicky said. "Gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you, Big Tony's grandson, Little Tony."
"Get outta heah!" Guido shouted. "How'd you manage ta do dat?!"
"Long story," Johnny said.
"Wait a sec," Kid Katchatore said. "Ain't he that Mc . . . . ."
"Sssshhhh!" Gino shouted, covering Kid's mouth his his hand.
"The kid's got amnesia," Johnny whispered. "And we don't want him to regain his memory!"
"Are you mugs done flappin' your gums already?" Fluey asked, sounding impatient. "Let's get this show on the road!"
"Yeah, he's definitely related to Big Tony," the Big Goombah replied.
"All right, boys, listen up," Fluey said. "I want you to clean out the city. Money, jewels, valuables, the works. Whatever you can get your mitts on."
"Just like old times, eh, fellas?" the Fish asked. The others agreed.
"Okay, you mugs," Fluey said. "Let's move. We've got a lot to do."
And with that, the entire gang left the warehouse.
Three days went by. The Impossi-Jet was cruising through the skies, trying to locate Fluey.
"This is a fine how do you do," FG said.
"It's been three days since we encountered him at the bank," Multi said. "He could be anywhere by now."
"We've got to find him," Coiley said. "And we've got to figure out why he's acting so weird."
Suddenly, something onboard the Impossi-Jet began beeping. Coiley pushed a few buttons and activated the TV screen.
"The Impossibles reporting for duty, chief," he said.
"I'm afraid I've got bad news for you three," Big D said.
"No good news?" FG asked.
"I'm afraid not," Big D said. "We received word that eight members of the Syndicate escaped from prison three days ago, and there also may be some recruitment of new Syndicate members."
"Oh brother, that's just what we need right now," Coiley said, sarcastically.
"What could be worse?" Multi sighed. Suddenly, a bank alarm began ringing nearby.
"Me and my big mouth," Multi groaned.
"Rally ho!" the trio shouted as Coiley took the Impossi-Jet down. They reached the bank just as Joey and Guido were running out of it.
"Hold it right there!" Multi shouted. "You're under arrest!"
"Says who, mop top?" Joey asked.
"Says us!" Multi shouted, duplicating himself so he was surrounding the two hoods.
"I hoid about dese jokers, Joey," Guido said. "Dey woik for da Secret Security Headquarters."
"Don't they all," Joey groaned.
"You guys give up?" Multi asked. "It'll go a lot easier on you if you do."
"Eat lead, sheep dog face!" Joey yelled, firing his pistol at Multi's duplicates. The original Multi had ducked into an alley the minute he saw the gun.
"That takes care of that," Joey said. "Let's bolt!"
The two hoods jumped into their car and took off. FG and the boys were about to go after them when another alarm began ringing, this time from a nearby jewelry store. Lucky Louie, the Fish, and the Big Goombah were running out of it with their ill-gotten gains.
"Stop, thieves!" Coiley shouted, springing forward. "Rally ho!"
"Looks like one of them Impossible freaks of nature I heard about on the news," Lucky Louie said.
"I'll get him," the Big Goombah said, holding up a machine gun. "This looks like a job for Ol' Betsy."
The Big Goombah began firing his machine gun rapidly. Coiley retreated immediately. After all, who was going to take chances when the opponent is firing a machine gun non stop? Before Coiley could go in for another shot at them, another alarm began ringing.
"This is getting ridiculous!" FG shouted, but she converted and followed the source. Kid Katchatore, Chubbs, and Fat Freddy were coming out of a store with stolen cash.
"Hold it right there, boys!" she shouted.
"A dame?" Kid asked. "You gotta be kidding me! The SSHQ don't hire no dames as agents!"
"They do now, tall, dark, and gruesome," FG said, converting into a small tidal wave. "Rally ho!"
FG managed to knock the three gangsters off their feet.
"You give up?" she asked.
"Not a chance, Tootsie-Wootsie," Kid said, and he began firing his gun. FG converted and ducked out of the way to avoid getting hit by the bullets. Coiley heard the commotion and looked over. Then he glared at the gangsters and began springing over.
"Hey, you mobster masher!" he shouted, stretching one arm forward and grabbing the gun out of Kid's hand.
"That's no way to treat a lady!" he shouted, punching Kid in the nose with his other hand as hard as he could.
"Nice to see that chivalry ain't dead," Fat Freddy said. "But this joker's gonna be in a minute!"
"Look out, Coiley!" FG shouted, as Fat Freddy took a lead pipe out of his jacket. Quickly, Coiley sprang upward, and Multi came onto the scene, surrounding the trio of mobsters.
"Okay, enough is enough!" he shouted. "Come along quietly!"
Another gun shot rang out from seemingly out of nowhere, nearly missing the original Multi by a fraction of an inch.
"Okay, Freak Boy," Fluey said, coming over, holding a smoldering pistol in his hand. "Retract your little one man army."
"Fluey, have you flipped your lid?!" FG shouted. "What's the matter with you?!"
"Shut it, toots," Fluey said, pointing the gun at FG. "Unless you want me to blow off your pretty little face!"
"I don't think he's kidding, FG," Coiley said.
"Okay, here's what we're gonna do," Fluey said, aiming the pistol at Coiley, Multi, and FG. "You three are gonna stay right where you are, and give us a ten minute head start. Come on, boys. Let's scram."
The gangsters ran off. Fluey followed after a few seconds. Coiley, Multi, and FG just stood there completely flabbergasted. They were so shocked at seeing Fluey act like this, they couldn't even think about fighting him.
"We've got to do something," Multi said. "I think you were right, Coiley. I think he has been brainwashed."
"What do you mean brainwashed?" FG asked. "They put his brain through the spin cycle!"
"We've got to come up with a way to reverse this brainwashing," Coiley said.
"Dr. Phelps might be able to come up with something," FG suggested. "But we'd have to get him to the SSHQ facility first. And that's going to be easier said than done."
"Then we'll just have to be sneaky," Multi said.
"What's the plan, Multi?" Coiley asked.
"I don't know yet," Multi said. "Give me some time to think."
Coiley and FG nodded, and they followed Multi to the Impossi-Jet. Then they took off. After all, they had a gig that evening. It wasn't until after their gig when Multi came up with his idea.
"I've got it!" he shouted.
"What?" Coiley asked.
"Remember I said we had to be sneaky with trying to get Fluey back to HQ so Dr. Phelps could look at him?"
"Yeah?" FG asked.
"Here's what we'll do," Multi said, and he huddled with Coiley, FG, and Skittles, and whispered his plan to them.
Late that night, Fluey was sitting at the warehouse he, Nicky, Johnny, and Gino were hanging out in. They had divided the loot with the others, who took their cut and left.
"Not bad for a day's work," Fluey commented, propping his feet up on the table. "Man, I'm wiped out. Not to mention starving. You guys order a pizza."
"At this time of night?" Gino asked, glancing at his watch. "It's almost midnight! No place is gonna deliver at midnight!"
"I'm sure there's a pizza joint open somewhere in this city," Fluey said, shrugging.
"Come on, kid," Nicky groaned. "We're about as wiped out as the next guy. Can't you wait until breakfast?"
"No," Fluey said.
"Hold it a sec," Johnny said. "You may be the Don's grandkid, and you may be able to get away with telling us what to do when we go to pull jobs, but we ain't no pizza delivery service! What gives you the authority to send us out for pizza?"
Fluey didn't say anything. He just took out his pistol, aimed at a nearby lamp, and fired. The lamp practically exploded.
"What do you want on that pizza?" Johnny asked, slightly nervous.
"Everything," Fluey commented, twirling the gun around. "And hold the anchovies."
The three hoods left just then, grumbling a bit over this. But, unless they wanted to get pumped full of lead, they had to do what their "boss" said.
Five minutes after the three gangsters left, Fluey got up, and began counting some of the money from the day's "business." As he was counting, he heard a car pull up from out back.
"That was quick," he said, dropping the loot, and heading for the back door of the warehouse. He opened the door, and stepped outside.
"I like fellas who get the job done," he said. "That thing better not have anchovies on it, or else I'm gonna . . . . ."
"GOTCHA!" two slightly familiar voices shouted, and Fluey suddenly found himself being grabbed, and a hand clamped over his mouth. It happened to be Multi and Coiley. They, along with Skittles and FG, had arrived at the warehouse shortly after the hoods left.
"Good thing FG spotted that Caddy," Coiley said, trying to keep his hold on his struggling teammate.
"Yeah, they were pulling out just as we were passing over this warehouse," Multi said, increasing his grip slightly. It had been him who covered Fluey's mouth. They didn't want him attracting attention, just in case the other members of the Syndicate were nearby.
"Come on, let's get out of here before those gangsters come back," Coiley said as he and Multi started dragging Fluey to the Impossi-Jet. Fluey, however, wasn't going to take this at all. He managed to give Multi a good, swift kick where he knew it would hurt the most.
"Gaaahhhkkk!" Multi yelled, immediately letting go. Coiley ended up letting go as well, and found himself getting punched right in the nose by Fluey. Then, Fluey grabbed Multi in a headlock, pulled out his gun, and held it right against the side of Multi's head.
"Freeze you two!" he shouted to Coiley and FG. "Any false moves, and I'll blow his brains out!"
"Hey, Fluey, what's gotten into you?!" Coiley shouted.
"Would you quit callin' me that already, Fatso?!" Fluey shouted. "The name's Tony Manikatti, and don't you forget it!"
"That's it," FG sighed. "He's totally lost it."
"I hate to do this to you, Fluey, but you leave me no choice," Multi said, and he jabbed Fluey in the stomach with his elbow, and stomped on his foot as hard as he possibly could.
"Yeouch!" Fluey shouted, letting go of Multi. He recovered quickly and held his gun right at the redheaded Impossible.
"All right, shag, I'm through playing around," he said. "This time you're gonna . . . . ."
"Skittles!" Multi called, suddenly. "Do your stuff!"
Skittles barked happily, revved up, and blasted right into Fluey's chest as hard as she possibly could, knocking him off his feet. Fluey was so startled at the unexpected attack, he let go of his gun, and it flew into the air.
"Everybody look out!" Coiley shouted, as he, Multi, FG, and Skittles took refuge behind the Impossi-Jet. They didn't want to take a chance that the gun wouldn't go off once it hit the ground.
"Fluey, duck!" Coiley shouted.
"I told you to stop calling me . . . ." Fluey started, but he never got to finish his sentence. His gun came down just then, bopping him on the head.
KLONK!
"Aaahhh!" Fluey yelled, right before he lost consciousness, and collapsed. Thankfully, the gun didn't fire when it hit the ground.
"Come on!" Multi shouted. "Now's our chance!"
Multi and Coiley ran over to their immobile for the moment teammate, and slapped a pair of handcuffs on him, positioning his hands behind his back. Then, the two Impossibles lifted him off the ground carefully, and carried him to the Impossi-Jet.
"Let's head back to HQ," Coiley said. "Before he comes to, and before those three gangsters get back!"
Multi, FG, and Skittles nodded in agreement, and took off.