The axe was getting closer and closer to Multi, Coiley, and Skittles. Fluey just watched it swing back and forth. He knew it was up to him to get his friends out of this predicament, but the problem was he wasn't sure how. He suddenly got an idea when Muscles began rubbing the bottle, getting ready to make his second wish.
"Daaahhhh," he said. "Next I wish . . . . ."
"That the Impossibles were set free," Fluey said, quickly.
"Daaahhh, that the Impossibles were set free," Muscles repeated, stupidly.
"Granted!" Fluey shouted, as he clapped his hands.
Suddenly, the axe broke off of the pendulum, and swung down toward Coiley, Multi, and Skittles. They gasped as the axe came toward them, thinking it was about to slice them to pieces, but it sliced the ropes instead. Then the axe swung itself toward Mr. Big. Everyone ducked out of the way just in time. Mr. Big growled, and grabbed Muscles by his shirt collar.
"You idiot!" he yelled. "You dope! You moron! You nincompoop!"
"We've got to get that bottle!" Coiley shouted, and he, Multi, and Skittles ran for it. But Shorty picked it up, and began rubbing it.
"My turn!" he shouted. "Let's see . . . ."
"Wish those Impossibles were sleeping with the fishes!" Mr. Big shouted.
"Hey, you keep out of this!" Fluey shouted, grabbing a nearby gold scepter and whacking Mr. Big in the head with it.
"What'd he say?" Shorty asked.
"Daaahhh, sometin' about fish," Muscles said.
"A wish for fish?" Shorty asked.
"Coming up!" Fluey shouted, clapping his hands. Suddenly, a large rumble was heard, and practically an ocean of water came flowing down all the stairways of Mr. Big's golden palace, with several kinds of fish included. Fluey looked over his sudden flash flood, and dove back into the bottle.
"Maybe I went a little too far," he said, slamming the cork into the bottle the minute he got inside.
"GET THE BOTTLE!" Mr. Big, Coiley, and Multi shouted in unison. Skittles barked, and began doggie paddling as fast as she could. She managed to reach it before one of Mr. Big's goons, and she grabbed the neck in her mouth and swam with it toward Multi and Coiley.
"Good girl, Skittles!" Multi shouted.
"Come on out, Fluey!" Coiley shouted, yanking the cork out of the bottle. Fluey came out in that puff of green smoke.
"Finally!" he shouted.
"Uh oh, we've got trouble," Coiley said.
That was an understatement. Mr. Big, Muscles, Shorty, and Slim practically had the boys surrounded, and they were closing in fast.
"I want that bottle!" Mr. Big yelled.
"We're surrounded!" Coiley shouted. "What'll we do?!"
"How about making a wish?" Multi suggested. "Only I can't think of how to phrase it without it backfiring on us!"
"Don't look at me," Fluey said. "I just wish none of this ever happened!"
"Sounds good to me," Coiley said, and he and Multi began rubbing the bottle.
"We wish none of this ever happened!" they shouted in unison.
"Granted!" Fluey shouted, clapping his hands.
Suddenly, everything froze, and a whirlwind of magic dust surrounded everybody, and everything disappeared with one Poof!
* * * * * * *
It was a late night at the harbor. A muscular sailor climbed off a boat, turned toward the crow's nest, and whistled. A pelican squawked, and flew down, carrying a wrapped package in his beak.
"Arrr, good show, Pete," the sailor said. "Now come on. We've got someone to meet."
The sailor and his pelican walked across the dock, and into the shadows, and began looking around.
"I be seein' no hide nor hair, Pete," he said.
"I'm here," a shadowy figure said, remaining in the shadows. "Do you have it?"
"Yarr," the sailor said. "I got it fer ye."
"About time," the shadowy figure said, taking the package and unwrapping it. He opened the box, and took a look at what was inside.
"Now what about me payment?" the sailor asked. " I want what's comin' to me!"
"You'll get what's coming to you, all right," the shadowy figure said, glancing across the harbor. "In fact, here they come now!"
A red-orange speedboat was coming into the dock and fast.
"Rally ho!" the three passengers in the boat called out.
"Ooh, barnacles!" the sailor shouted. "It be those interfering Impossibles!"
Before anything else could happen, Fluid Man went into a partial liquid conversion, and flew toward the shadowy figure with his fist outstretched, socking him right in the nose. The blow knocked the crook off his feet and his package went flying. Coil Man sprang into action (literally), and intercepted it. Multi Man duplicated himself for some extra power, and gave the muscle-bound sailor some repeated blows, knocking him silly. Impossi-Pup barked, and tackled the sailor's pelican.
"Well, whattaya know, fellas?" Fluey asked, pulling the shadowy figure into view. "It's Mr. Big."
"And it looks like this is it for that smuggling ring," Coiley replied.
The police arrived a few minutes later and took Mr. Big and the sailor into custody. Impossi-Pup walked up to Multi with the package in her mouth.
"Good girl, Skittles," Multi said, petting his pup, and taking the package. "I wonder what's in this thing, anyway?"
"Who knows?" Fluey said, as he took it from Multi, and handed it to the police officers. "You fellas know what to do with that, right?"
"Right," the officer said. "We'll take it from here, boys."
And with that, the Impossibles went back to the Impossi-Boat, converted to Impossi-Jet, and took off into the night, since another case had just been closed.
"Rally ho!" they shouted.
The End