Mr. Big grumbled as he went down an alley to a small house in a deserted neighborhood. He flung open the door, and flopped down on the couch.
"Daaahh, didja get the genie bottle, boss?" his sidekick, Muscles, asked.
"No, I didn't get it," Mr. Big said. "And will ya shaddup?! I'm thinking!"
Mr. Big sat there for a few minutes, drumming his fingers against his head. Then he turned to Muscles.
"Go find Slim and Shorty and tell them to FIND THAT BOTTLE!"
"Daaaahhhh, right away, Mr. Big!" Muscles shouted, and he raced out the door.
Meanwhile, the Impossibles had checked in with HQ after the bust the night before, and were now cruising in the Impossi-Jet. They had let the genie out of the bottle for awhile.
"I'm glad we've finally got some time off," Multi said, stroking Skittles's back.
"You said it," Fluey replied. "We sure need this vacation!"
But, just as soon as Fluey said that, his guitar began beeping. The Impossibles groaned. They only knew what that meant.
"Oh no," Fluey groaned. "Goodbye, vacation. I tell you guys, sometimes being a superhero can be a real drag."
"Yeah," Coiley said with a sigh. "You know, just once, I wish Big D wouldn't call us in the middle of a vacation."
"Granted!" the genie shouted, and she clapped her hands. All of a sudden, the TV in Coiley's guitar exploded, as did the ones in Multi's guitar, Fluey's wrist communicator, and the Impossi-Jet. Skittles let out a startled yip, and dove to the floor, under the seat. Coiley had to go into an emergency landing.
"What the heck was that?!" Multi asked.
"Our communications just went kaput," Fluey said, flinging his smoldering communicator off his wrist.
"And I think I know why," Coiley said, glancing over at the genie.
"It is what you wished for," the genie said.
"Oh boy, me and my big mouth," Coiley groaned.
"We'd better get back to headquarters," Multi said.
"And you'd better get back in your bottle," Fluey said to the genie.
"Very well," the genie said, dissolving into smoke and flying into the bottle.
Coiley started up the Impossi-Jet, and flew it toward the SSHQ. Big D's secretary, Phyllis was waiting for them. Skittles ran over to her and jumped into her lap.
"Here they are now, chief," Phyllis said into the intercom on her desk.
"Send them in," Big D replied.
"I find it fair to warn you guys," Phyllis said, scratching Skittles behind her ears. "He's not very happy with you."
"Yeah, we kind of figured," Fluey said.
The Impossibles then walked into their superior's office. Big D met them with a sharp glare, causing the boys to flinch a bit. Big D had never been this upset at them before.
"I assume you boys have a good explanation for not answering," he said, calmly, but the boys could tell he was highly annoyed with them. "I tried all three of you, plus that car of yours."
"Well . . . ." Coiley said. "We had sort of a . . . . . technical difficulty."
"Yeah, the guitars, the TV in the Impossi-Mobile, and my wrist communicator exploded," Fluey said, handing Big D what was left of his communicator.
"And just how did that happen?" Big D asked.
"Trust me, chief, you'd never believe it," Coiley said.
"Never mind," Big D said. "I was calling to alert you boys that Mr. Big and his stooge, Muscles, escaped from prison. I want you to be on the lookout for him."
"Right, chief," the Impossibles said in unison. Then they left the office to go down to the lab so they could get the SSHQ's top inventor, Reggie, to look at their communication devices. Skittles stayed up in the office with Phyllis. Ever since she drank Reggie's experimental rocket fuel that gave her super speed, she wasn't allowed in the lab.
"How did this happen, anyway?" Reggie asked.
"You wouldn't believe it," Coiley said. "And that's all we're saying."
Reggie shrugged, and got to work on fixing the guitars, and Fluey's wrist communicator. The TV in the Impossi-Mobile had to be fixed by Mike, the SSHQ's chief mechanic, and he was out of town that day. But it wasn't imperative that the TV in the car be fixed right away, anyway. The boys were heading back upstairs when they suddenly heard tapping coming from that bottle. Multi pulled it out, and yanked the cork out of it. The genie came out and stretched.
"Thank you," she said. "It was getting hot in there."
"We'd better not let the chief see you, though," Coiley said, as the group got off the elevator and started heading for Big D's office to retrieve their dog.
"Yeah, how would we explain it?" Fluey asked.
Before anything else could happen, the door to Big D's office flew open, and a streak of lightning flew out, slammed into Multi's chest, and knocked him off his feet. The force also sent him skidding into the wall across the hall.
"Ooof!" he shouted, as he was barraged with wet, puppy kisses. "Easy, Skittles, easy!"
"Boy, this dog doesn't know her own strength!" Coiley shouted.
"Tell me about it!" Multi groaned, as he grabbed his dog and held her upward. "You know, Skittles, sometimes, I wish you never drank that rocket fuel."
"Granted!" the genie shouted, and she clapped her hands. Skittles let out a yip as she was surrounded in glittering dust, and then the dust disappeared. Skittles barked, as if she were saying "Huh?!"
"Oh no!" Multi groaned. "What did I just do?!"
"You just wished Skittles out of a job," Fluey said.
Skittles whimpered, and tried to rev up run off at super speed, but she found she couldn't.
"If there is noting else for the moment, I will just go back to my bottle," the genie said, then she dissolved into smoke, and flew back into the bottle. Immediately, Fluey corked it.
"I've had it with this genie," he groaned. "She's caused us nothing but trouble."
"I agree," Multi said. "First thing in the morning, we're going to find out where this bottle came from and send it right back there."
"Meanwhile, let's get down to the lab and see if Reggie has any more of that rocket fuel of his," Coiley said. "We've got to get Skittles her powers back."
As the boys were leaving, the genie began tapping on the side of the bottle. Fluey heard her, walked back over, and yanked the cork out. The genie came out and materialized.
"You can not send me back until you have made your wish," she said.
"No way," Fluey said. "I'm not making any wish. It'll just land us in a whole mess of trouble."
"Do you think it is easy being a genie? Day in and day out, I have to live in that tiny bottle, and any time anyone opens it, I am their slave. I would give anything for freedom. I do not want to be a genie any longer. I have been one for over five thousand years."
"That's a long time to grant people's wishes."
"I have always hoped that one day, my master would be a kind, generous person who would one day wish me free. That is the only way I can be free. If my master wishes me free. But no one ever thinks to wish me free."
And with that, the genie buried her face in her hands and started sobbing. Fluey thought this over for a minute. He figured there wasn't any way this could possibly backfire on him, or his friends.
"Okay," he said. "I'll make my wish for you. I don't know what else I'm gonna do with that wish, anyway."
"Oh, thank you, master!" the genie shouted. "You have made me so happy!"
"Okay, I wish you free from the bottle."
"It is granted!"
A whirlwind of magical dust began to stir up, like a miniature tornado. When it cleared, the genie was standing outside of HQ, holding her bottle. Instead of the harem outfit, she was wearing a purple tank top, dark purple mini-skirt, purple go-go boots, and large gold hoop earrings. Fluey found himself in a strange, very small, circular room, decorated in hues of purple. He was also wearing a blue and green Arabian-style outfit.
"Hey, what's going on here?!" he shouted. "Where am I?!"
"You're in the bottle of course, silly boy!" the ex-genie shouted with a laugh. "I forgot to mention one little thing. Whoever wishes a genie free has to take the place of the genie."
"What?! You dirty double-crosser! Wait'll I get my hands on you!"
"And now that I'm free, I'm going to live it up. I'll never be bothered with that bottle again!"
"Wait a minute! You can't just go off and leave me in this thing!"
"Oh, don't worry. Maybe someone will come along and open the bottle for you. But until then, enjoy!"
The ex-genie then tossed the bottle away, and it rolled across the ground and into the bushes. Fluey banged against the sides of it until it stopped. He could still hear that double crossing genie cackling as she walked away.
"Great, this is just great," he groaned. "Oooh, when I get outta here . . . . . but how am I gonna get outta here?"
Fluey leaned against a pile of pillows and thought over his situation. Then he snapped his fingers.
"I got it!" he shouted. "All I've got to do is call the guys, and one of them can wish that genie right back into the bottle!"
Fluey raised his wrist, and was about to activate his communicator, when he remembered Reggie was still working on it.
"Oh brother!" he groaned. "Now what am I gonna do?!"
As Fluey thought over his situation, he suddenly felt a jolt, and he fell to the floor of the bottle, like someone had found it and picked it up.
"Daaahhhh, hey look!" a voice shouted. "I found da boss's bottle!"
"About time," another voice said. "Now maybe he won't kill us."
"Come on," a third voice said. "Let's get this back to the boss. The genie inside will be Mr. Big's slave, and we'll all be rich!"
"Mr. Big?!" Fluey shouted. "Oh no!"