Johnny and Gino came into the room, just as Nicky was finishing tying Fluey's wrists to the back of a wooden chair. Nicky had also tied his ankles together, and gagged him to prevent him from calling for help.

"What's going on, Nick?" Johnny asked.

"We've got a problem," Nicky said. "I don't know how, but the kid got his memory back, and he was setting us up to take a fall."

"Ho boy . . . ." Gino said. "You want we should call the gang and let them know?"

"Nah," Nicky said. "Let 'em raid the museum. Who knows? We might get some gems outta the deal. Besides, if he alerted the SSHQ, the boys'll handle 'em."

"Okay, but what about the twerp?" Johnny asked.

"We'll wait until the rest of the gang gets back from the museum," Nicky said. "Then, we'll give this kid exactly what he deserves!"

Nicky began laughing. Fluey glared at him. Then he began squirming, trying to either untie himself or reach his communicator. As he was struggling, he was met with a hard slap in the face by Nicky.

"Keep still, you little worm!" he shouted, pulling up a chair and sitting down. "And don't even try thinking about getting away. We're not leaving you alone for one minute."

Fluey groaned. It was about all he could do. Then he realized something. Multi and Coiley would be expecting him at the museum. If he didn't show up, then they'd know something happened. Of course, he wasn't going to let these three goons know that. He figured he'd just bide his time, let Multi and Coiley handle the other members of the Syndicate at the museum, and wait for them to get to the warehouse.

At the museum, Multi, Coiley, and Skittles (who had transformed into Impossi-Pup some time ago) were inside, at the precious gems exhibit, hiding in a corridor, waiting for the Syndicate to show up.

"I hope Fluey found his transformer," Coiley said.

"I hope he didn't accidentally blow his cover," Multi said. Impossi-Pup then began tugging on Multi's cape, trying to get his attention. He looked down, and she went into her pointer routine (poing!) Multi looked at where she was pointing, and there were the rest of the Syndicate was coming in, and they began opening the cases and taking the gems out of them.

"There they are," Coiley said.

"Hold it," Multi said. "Fluey isn't with them!"

"Yeah, and neither are Calamari, Portobello, and Malone."

"Something tells me Fluey might be in big trouble, Coiley."

"Same here. But we can't go to the warehouse now. We've got to take care of this robbery first."

"Let's do it."

The two Impossibles and Impossi-Pup sprang from their hiding places just then.

"Rally ho!" the boys shouted.

"Uh oh . . . . ." the Fish said.

"All right, you crooks," Coiley said. "Game's over. Better give up."

"Oh yeah?" Guido said, pulling out his gun. "Well, take this, shorty!"

"Rally ho!" Multi shouted, duplicating himself in front of Coiley, and allowing his copies to be destroyed by the bullets.

"You got 'em all except the original!" the original Multi said with a laugh.

"I'll flatten yas!" Fat Freddy shouted.

"Sic him, Impossi-Pup!" Coiley shouted. "The only way you know how!"

Impossi-Pup barked, and saluted. Then she darted down the hallway in the opposite direction.

"Looks like your doggie turned chicken!" Fat Freddy shouted, coming toward the two Impossibles, somewhat like a sumo wrestler.

Suddenly, a streak of lightning flashed into the room, and collided with Fat Freddy's stomach, and hard! Fat Freddy stumbled backward, and knocked into Chubbs. In turn, Chubbs knocked into Kid Katchatore, Kid into Lucky Louie, Lucky Louie into the Fish, the Fish into Joey, Joey into Guido, and Guido into the Big Goombah. All eight of them hit the floor, in somewhat of a domino effect.

"Good girl!" Multi praised Impossi-Pup, who was sitting on top of Fat Freddy's oversized belly.

"Give up yet?" Coiley asked.

"Yes!" the Big Goombah yelled. "Just get me outta here! I can't breathe!"

The police arrived shortly afterward and arrested the gangsters. Coiley and Multi didn't have time to see them off. They, along with Impossi-Pup, dashed to the Impossi-Jet and flew at high speed to the warehouse. Once they arrived, they landed the jet on the roof, and looked into the skylight.

"Hollerin' hi fi's!" Multi shouted. "Looks like Fluey did blow his cover."

"We don't have any time to lose, Multi," Coiley said.

"Right," Multi said. "Now, here's my plan."

Multi, Coiley, and Skittles huddled and Multi gave them the plan.

Inside, meanwhile, Johnny was pacing back and forth nervously. It was making Fluey nervous just watching him!

"Where are those guys?" Johnny asked.

"You don't think them Impossibles got 'em, do ya, Nick?" Gino asked.

"If they're taking this long, those stupid kids probably got 'em," Nicky said, pulling out a gun. "I ain't waiting any longer."

Fluey gulped, and tensed up as Nicky began taking aim. Nicky was just about to pull the trigger when something crashed through the skylight and landed on him, knocking him to the floor. His gun flew out of his hand. It was moving so fast, Nicky never even saw it coming.

"Rally ho!" Coiley and Multi shouted, jumping down through the hole in the skylight, each using their powers to assist their landings.

"Why do you guys always show up at the worst possible times?" Nicky asked.

"It's a living," Coiley said, shrugging.

"Well, you ain't gonna be living long!" Johnny shouted, pulling out his own gun. He began firing. Multi duplicated immediately, and let them be in the line of fire, just to confuse Johnny.

"That takes care of that," Johnny said.

"Except for one thing," Multi said, punching Johnny in the nose and knocking him off his feet. "The original!"

While Multi and Coiley were busy with the mobsters, Impossi-Pup darted over to Fluey, and began gnawing at the ropes binding his hands. This was going to take some time. These ropes were pretty strong.

Gino was desperately firing his gun at Coiley, but he was bouncing all over the room, which made it impossible (no pun intended) for Gino to keep his aim on him.

"This is impossible!" he shouted.

"You'd better believe it!" Coiley shouted, stretching one of his arms forward and clobbering Gino.

"That takes care of them," Multi said. "Come on, looks like Impossi-Pup could use a little help."

Coiley agreed, and the two Impossibles started walking toward Fluey in order to untie him. But suddenly, a gunshot rang out from what seemed to be out of nowhere. Multi let out a shriek of pain, grabbed his arm, and collapsed to his knees. Being unaware of the assailant, he didn't have the chance to let one of his copies take the bullet instead of him.

"Multi!" Coiley shouted. "Multi, are you . . . ."

Coiley never got to finish the sentence. He ended up being hit in the head hard, and knocked unconscious, by none other than Nicky Calamari. He had made himself scarce when the two Impossibles and their dog arrived, and Multi and Coiley hadn't realized this until now. Nicky also gave Multi a whack in the head with his gun, rendering the redhead unconscious as well.

"Never mess with the Syndicate, kiddies," he said. "Now to take care of that little mutt."

"Yipe!" Skittles yipped, as she saw Nicky had his gun aimed right at her. She took off like a shot, and ended up running directly into an iron safe, head first.

CLANG!

The impact left an impression on the safe, that was for sure, but it also knocked the poor little puppy out cold. Nicky laughed, and turned to Fluey, just as Johnny and Gino regained their senses.

"Okay, squirt," Nicky said. "No more fooling around! You've had this coming a long time, Tony boy. And I wouldn't count on anyone coming to your rescue. There's no one that can help you now!"

Fluey squeezed his eyes shut, and turned his head away from the gangster, as Nicky aimed his gun, and pulled the trigger. But suddenly, Nicky's arm was jerked upward, and the gun fired right at the ceiling.

"What the . . . . ." Nicky asked, confused. The gun was suddenly wrenched from his hand and thrown out the window.

"What's going on here?!" Johnny asked, and he was suddenly punched in the face, repeatedly, until he was knocked silly. And it didn't even stop there! Johnny was grabbed by the back of his shirt, as was Gino, and the two of them were thrown together, knocking their heads into each other's, and dropped to the ground, unconscious.

"Okay, that does it!" Nicky shouted, looking around the room. "I don't know how they're doing this, but the SSHQ ain't gonna . . . . . whoa!"

Nicky suddenly felt himself being lifted off the ground, and spun around like a record on a turntable, going at least fifty revolutions per minute. Then he was thrown on top of the other two gangsters, too dazed to even move. A wooden chair began moving by itself, and it cracked Nicky right in the head, knocking him unconscious. Fluey stared at the pile in complete shock. What in the world just happened? A bright light appeared from apparently out of nowhere, nearly blinding the teenager. When it subsided, a man with dark blond hair wearing a white suit was standing there. Fluey let out a huge sigh of relief once he saw him. The man walked over to the teenager, and removed his gag.

"Man, am I ever glad to see you!" he shouted.

"You think I'd actually let those hoods get away with this?" the man asked, untying Fluey's wrists. "Nobody, but nobody, messes with my kid and gets away with it!"

Fluey just laughed. Yes, this strange man was indeed Jack Dawson, Fluey's biological father. But he wasn't really a mortal man. He was the spirit of Jack. Jack had been assigned by the Man Upstairs to watch over Fluey since he was three years old.

"Thanks a lot, Dad," Fluey said, untying his ankles and standing up. "I thought it was the end for a minute there! But what about Coiley, Multi, and Skittles?"

"Don't you worry about them, they'll be fine," Jack said, patting his son on the shoulder reassuringly. "Coiley and Skittles will just have a couple of major headaches, and Multi just took a shot to the upper arm, it's nothing too serious. However, he won't be able to take an assignment for a couple of weeks. Now I suggest you call your grandfather and get some back up in here to haul these goons off to jail. I've got to get going."

"Okay, Dad. And thanks!"

With that, Jack disappeared. Fluey activated his wrist communicator and called Big D to send for some back up. Just as he finished signing off, Coiley, Multi, and Skittles began coming to their senses. Skittles whined and staggered over to the boys. Fluey picked her up, and began stroking her back.

"Ooooh!" Multi moaned, clutching his arm. "Something tells me this is going to hurt for a long while."

"Oh boy, my aching head!" Coiley groaned. Then he saw Fluey standing there, and the three hoods laying in a heap on the floor unconscious.

"Huh?" he asked. "Hey, Fluey? What the heck just happened?"

"Trust me, fellas," Fluey said. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you!"

THE END