Mike hadn't been the only one to sneak out of the chapel during the chaos. Being so little and fast, Skittles managed to beat a hasty retreat without being noticed. She made it outside just in time to see Mike's bike get mangled and mutilated by that old Volkswagen. But where was Mike? Skittles sniffed around a little, until she came to some shrubbery nearby. She sniffed around a bit, until she came across what looked like a hand. She followed the hand, and sure enough, there was Mike, laying unconscious in the shrubs. Skittles whimpered, and nudged him a little, until he finally came to.
"Oooohhh," he groaned, starting to get up. "Memo to me. Never ever get in the path of a chargin' V-dub. At least not without wearin' a helmet."
Skittles barked, jumped into the mechanic's arms, gently licking a nasty looking scrape on his cheek. He also had a few scrapes on his arms and hands, as well as a few bruises, a slight bump on the noggin, and his jumpsuit was torn in various places, but none worse for the wear.
"Come on," he said to the puppy. "I've got an idea how to handle things inside."
Mike carried Skittles around the back of the church, and went in through the back doors. Then, he and Skittles quietly made their way to the nave where everyone was still sitting around, not moving. Mike couldn't blame them. After all, nobody knew if Harry and Ginger's guns were loaded or not. Mike then took a cigarette lighter out of his pocket, and flipped it open. It was his communication device. He punched something into the keypad, and waited a few moments. Then he began punching something in again.
During this time, Big D felt something vibrating on his wrist. Immediately, he knew what it was. An agent had punched in a special code to the vibrate setting. Very slowly, Big D raised his wrist, and pushed a button on his communicator. Harry and Ginger didn't notice. They were discussing something about a pay raise. The minute Big D activated his communicator, a line of text appeared on the screen, as opposed to an agent's face.
Hiya, boss. It's Mike Rogers. Just sit tight. I've got this idea that'll get Bonnie and Clyde over there out of the way. Just stay put for right now, and keep the communication line open. I'll send you a beep when I'm ready for you to come in with a karate chop or something along those lines.
Big D slowly lowered his wrist, and waited, wondering what in the world Mike had up his sleeve. He got the answer soon enough, though. The minute he lowered his wrist, a flash of blue lightning zoomed by, causing a gust of wind to follow it. The flash slammed into Ginger, and she crashed into Harry, and both of them fell to the ground, dropping their guns in the process. Big D heard a beep from his communicator, and got up. Both Harry and Ginger were too discombobulated to even notice. Harry finally managed to pull himself together, got to his knees, and grabbed his gun, but he was met with a karate chop to the back of the neck, which knocked him unconscious.
"Hey!" Ginger shouted. "Okay, Gramps, we warned you! I don't think you realize who you're dealing with, and . . . . ."
"And I don't think you realize who you're dealing with, madam," Big D said, pulling his wallet out of his pocket, revealing his SSHQ ID badge.
"Secret Security Headquarters?" Ginger asked, as she read the badge. Then, she dropped her gun in complete surprise. Big D picked it up, and held it on Ginger for the moment.
"And maybe you also didn't realize that the congregation is mostly made up of SSHQ agents," he continued. "Which include two of my top agents. Do your stuff, boys."
Immediately, Coiley and Multi whipped out their transformers, pushed the buttons on them. In a flash of psychedelic colors, they had turned into their superhero alter egos.
"Oh crud," Ginger groaned. "The Impossibles. I never woulda guessed the singing group and the superhero group were the same. I thought you guys wouldn't be dumb enough to name your crime busting team after your band name."
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, lady," Coiley said. "Which is it gonna be?"
"Hey, wait a minute!" Ginger shouted. "I ain't about to give up without a fight! And you two can't do anything about it because you're bound by a moral code saying that you can't strike a woman, even if she's a criminal!"
"True," Multi said. "But we do have an advantage. Right chief?"
"Indeed," Big D said, and he turned to FG. "I believe the ball is in your court, Miss Quinn."
"Roger, chief," FG said, and she touched her left earring, which allowed her to transform into her superheroine identity as Fluid Girl.
"Eh?" Ginger asked. "But . . . . . but I thought this one was supposed to be a guy! What'd he do? Take a side trip to Sweden and turn himself into a girl or something?"
"No," FG said. "I'm just pinch hitting for him right now, considering he's . . . . . indisposed, as it were. And speaking of hitting . . . . ."
FG went into a full conversion and swept over Ginger in the form of a giant tidal wave, which splashed her into the wall.
"Give up?" Multi asked, as he and Coiley walked over.
"Yeah," Ginger said. "We give up."
"Good," Big D said, as he slapped a pair of handcuffs on Harry. "Now, where's Caprezio, or de Leo, or whatever his name is, hiding?"
"I don't know," Ginger said. "His hideouts change every time we pull a job. Harry and I never know where he and Luke go."
Big D said nothing, and ordered a couple of the agents to take care of Harry and Ginger. Once the two crooks were out of the building, Big D began pacing around, trying to think of what to do now.
"We might not need them to talk, chief," Shawn said. "We can just hone in on Fluey's communicator and . . . . ."
"I'm afraid that's not an option, Miss Smith," Big D said. "Due to his shenanigans over the entire wedding situation, I suspended him. And upon suspending him, I confiscated his transformer and his communicator. And I know for a fact Phyllis does not have her communicator with her, either."
"That's not good," FG said. "How are we going to find them now?"
"No problem whatsoever," Mike said. "I had a backup plan in case I didn't figure out my hunch on Vince de Leo in time. I put the MTD on the back of his V-dub."
"MTD?" Coiley asked.
"Miniature Tracking Device," Big D said. "One of Dr. Johnson's most ingenious inventions. It's a tiny device, so small you can hardly see it, and it can be attached to anything."
"And even though it's small, it's powerful," Mike said. "And it can be accessed through any SSHQ tracker, from my lighter communicator to the boys' guitars to the Impossi-Mobile, and then some."
"Excellent work, Rogers," Big D said.
"Thanks, boss," Mike said. "So what are we just standin' around flappin' our gums for? Let's move!"
While Mike led the charge, Vince and Luke had just returned to their hideout with Phyllis. Once they were inside, Vince got his briefcase out, and handed Phyllis the Arabian princess outfit Fluey had found.
"Change into that," he ordered.
"Where's Franky?" Phyllis asked.
"In another room," Raphael said. "You'll get to see him after you get changed."
"And just what are you planning on doing with Franky?"
"You'll find out when the time is right."
Phyllis accepted that, and went into another room to get out of her wedding gown and into this costume. While she was gone, Raphael and Luke went over to the storage room where they were keeping Fluey. Once they opened the door, Fluey looked up at them.
Man, that was a short ceremony, he thought, considering not much time had passed since they had left. Raphael walked over, took some keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the handcuffs while Luke got to work untying Fluey.
"We've had a slight change of plans, kid," Raphael said. "Your grease monkey pal found us out, and stopped the wedding."
"So what are you gonna do with me now?" Fluey asked, once Raphael removed his gag.
"You're gonna be joining your sister," Raphael said, as Luke pulled Fluey to his feet. He held Fluey by the arms so the teenager wouldn't try to make a run for it while Raphael left the room for a moment or so. He returned with a set of clothes.
"What's this for?" Fluey asked.
"Just change into them," Raphael said. "Your sister's already changing into her own outfit. Hurry up and change. Your sister wants to see you. We'll be back in ten minutes."
Luke practically threw Fluey to the floor, and Raphael tossed the change of clothes at him. Then, the two of them left, locking the door behind them. Exactly ten minutes later, they unlocked the closet door. Fluey was standing there, glaring at the two of them with his arms folded across his chest. He was wearing a long, white Indian style shirt with dark blue embroidery around the collar and cuffs, black pants, and his go-go boots.
"Not bad, not bad," Raphael said, looking him over. Then he grabbed his arm. "Come on, squirt. Let's go see if your sister's ready."
Raphael practically dragged Fluey by the arm across the hall, and knocked on the door.
"You ready in there, Phyllis?" he asked.
"Yes," Phyllis answered.
"Just so you know, I've got your twerpy brother standing right here next to me," Raphael said. "And Luke's standing right behind him."
"With a gun at my back no less, sis!" Fluey called out. Raphael covered the teenager's mouth with his hand for the moment.
"Pipe down, twerp," he mumbled. "In any case, babe, Luke's got a gun on your brother, so you'd better not try anything stupid when I open the door."
The next thing the guys heard was Phyllis mumbling, and then something fell to the floor, but they weren't sure what. Raphael then unlocked the door, and he figured out what that crash was, when he saw an overturned wooden chair, and Phyllis stepping away from it.
"And what were you planning on doing with that?" he asked.
"Nothing now," Phyllis said, glaring at him.
"Well, let's have a look at you," Raphael said, as he practically threw Fluey over to Luke, and began circling Phyllis, checking over how she looked in that Arabian princess outfit.
"Good," he said, nodding. "Good, good, good. This is perfect."
Raphael walked over to the overturned chair, set it straight, and turned to Luke.
"Tie him up," he said.
"Got it," Luke replied, dragging Fluey into the room. He threw him into the chair, and tied him to it, tightly.
"So what are you gonna do with us?" Fluey asked, as Luke restrained him.
"You two are going to a small, middle eastern country called Abrah Khadabrah," Raphael said. "Sheik Abdullah Ahblanghatta is awaiting the arrival of his new golden haired princess. He says you'll make a perfect edition to his harem, Phyllis."
"And what about Franky?" Phyllis asked, folding her arms across her chest, and glaring.
"He's going to be working for the sheik," Raphael said. "Basically, if the sheik gives you an order, he'll carry it out No questions asked."
"You gotta be kidding," Fluey said. "No way, buster! I'm not gonna be anybody's slave!"
"Oh yes you are," Raphael said. "We've already made the arrangements. It would be wise for you to keep your mouth shut, Franky-boy."
"You can forget that, pal!" Fluey shouted. "I'm not just gonna sit around here, and let you . . . . ."
Raphael then clapped his hand over Fluey's mouth, and turned to Luke.
"Gag him," he said. "This kid talks too much."
"Gotcha," Luke said. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, and used it to gag Fluey, the second Raphael took his hand off the dark-haired teenager's mouth. Raphael smirked, grabbed hold of Fluey's chin, and tilted his head up.
"Just so you know, Franky-boy," he said. "Punishment for a servant back-talking the sheik is immediate beheading!"
Fluey gulped. He had no idea if Raphael was kidding or not, but he didn't want to take chances. Raphael snickered, and pulled up another chair, positioning it with it's back directly against the back of the chair Fluey was tied to.
"Have a seat, princess," he said. Phyllis sat down in the chair, and Raphael and Luke began tying her to it.
"Just a precaution, doll," Luke said. "Just in case you have any ideas of untying your brother while our backs are turned."
Raphael then took a handkerchief out of his pocket, and gagged Phyllis with it.
"Just in case," he said, simply. "We wouldn't want to draw any attention to ourselves right now, would we?"
Phyllis didn't even acknowledge Raphael. She just sat there, calmly. It was about all she and Fluey could do for now.
"So now what happens?" Luke asked.
"Now, we sit and wait," Raphael said. "The flight to Abrakadabrah doesn't leave until midnight, and it's the only flight we can get."
Luke and Raphael began laughing as they left their captives for the moment. Fluey immediately began struggling, but it wasn't going to do him any good. He was tied too tightly. The only way he could get out of that was if he went into a liquid conversion, but that wasn't possible at the moment.
Luckily, it was that moment when the other two Impossibles, Skittles, Big D, Mike, and the girls caught up with Luke's van outside an old, abandoned warehouse.
"That's the van all right," Mike said. "I'd know it anywhere."
"I'll have to agree on that one," Coiley said. "You see something like that, you can't forget it. Yeccchh!"
"How do we know they're inside?" Shawn asked.
"Maybe I should sneak in through a vent or something, and . . . . ." FG suggested.
"No," Mike said. "They'll be expectin' somethin' like that. When workin' out of Megatropolis, crooks know at some point, they're gonna have a run in with the Impossibles. You guys are almost as famous as crime busters as you are rock stars."
"So what do we do?" Coiley asked.
"You leave everything to me," Mike said, and he took what looked like a black doctor's bag out of the Impossi-Mobile. "Set your communicators, gang. Just in case I need some back up."
"I hope you know what you're doing, Rogers," Big D said.
"Trust me, chief," Mike said. Then he picked up Skittles, and started heading for the back of the warehouse.