Mike put Skittles down once he got to the back door of the warehouse. He grabbed hold of the handle, and found the door was locked.
"Figures," he said. "How am I supposed to get in there?"
Skittles barked, and ran off. She came back a few moments later with Multi behind her.
"What's up, Mike?" Multi asked.
"Locked door," Mike said. "Apparently, Skittles thinks you can open it without rousin' attention."
"Got anything like a hair pin, or something like that on you?" Multi asked, kneeling down. Mike opened the doctor's bag, and rooted through it. He came up with a small piece of wire.
"How's this?" he asked.
"Perfect," Multi said. He stuck the wire into the keyhole on the door handle, and maneuvered it around a bit, until he managed to get the door open.
"How'd you do that, Multi?" Mike asked, thoroughly impressed.
"Everybody asks me that," Multi said with a laugh. "I have an older sister who keeps a diary."
"Ah ha. I get it. Well, that trick may come in handy when dealin' with gettin' into an auto engine. Thanks for the help, Multi."
"Are you sure you don't want us to go in there with you?" Multi asked.
"Yeah," Mike said. "Positive. This is somethin' I have to do myself. I owe Vince de Leo somethin' for murderin' my father. But I need you two and the chief to stand by out here. I'll give you guys the buzz when I'm ready for you."
"Okay. Good luck."
Mike picked up his bag, and Skittles, and quietly snuck inside. He put the puppy down on the ground, and she began sniffing about. Then she walked over to Mike, and went into her pointer routine (poing!) Mike walked in the directions the pup was pointing, and slowly opened a door, but only a crack. From that crack, he saw Raphael and Luke playing cards, and Fluey and Phyllis tied to a couple of chairs. Mike backed away from the door for a moment, and opened the bag. He took a small bottle, (like the kind they give you at pharmacies), opened it up, and took a pill out of it.
"These pills of Reggie's better work," he said. "They're supposed to make ya invisible for fifteen minutes. Hopefully, fifteen minutes will be all I need to take care of those guys. Now listen, here's the plan. I'm gonna take one of these pills, and go knock ol' Vince and his buddy around a bit. What I want you to do is go in there and chew through those ropes. But wait until I've got Vince and Luke distracted. Up to the challenge, babe?"
Skittles stood up on her hid legs, barked, and saluted Mike.
"Atta girl!" Mike shouted. "Let's get this party started!"
Mike opened the door a little more, which allowed Skittles to get inside. Then, she snuck down toward Fluey and Phyllis, and waited. Mike took two of the pills out of the bottle, and swallowed them. He began to fade out until he was completely invisible. He snuck in as quietly as he could, and snuck up behind Luke.
"Why'd you have to get a flight that didn't leave until midnight, anyway?" Luke asked.
"To avoid suspicion," Raphael said. "I figured we'd be at the reception partying all night."
"Yeah, I could kill that grease monkey. The reception woulda eaten up a lot of hours."
"Well there's nothing we can do about it now, so quit complaining."
They were silent for awhile. Then, suddenly, Luke smacked Raphael across the face as hard as he could.
"Ow!" Raphael shouted. "What'd you do that for?"
"I didn't!" Luke shouted. "I swear! It was like somebody grabbed my hand, and . . . . ."
Before Luke could finish that sentence, he wound up slapping Raphael again. And again! Then he began slapping him in the face with both hands. Raphael began to get fed up and he began slapping Luke. Both Phyllis and Fluey gave them weird looks. It looked like something out of an old Three Stooges movie. All that was missing was the "nyuck, nyuck, nyucks." As they were watching, they heard the unmistakable sound of an animal trying to chew through something. Fluey looked down, and saw Skittles, gnawing at the ropes that held him and his sister to the chairs. He breathed a sigh of relief once he saw her.
Atta girl, Skits! he thought. Then he went back to watching Raphael and Luke, to make sure they didn't see Skittles. They were just about to break up their fight.
"Okay, wise guy," Raphael said. "You slap me just once more, I'll slug ya!"
And with that, Luke slapped Raphael again. As promised, Raphael slugged Luke so hard, he knocked him unconscious.
"Just remember who's boss around here!" Raphael shouted. Suddenly, he was whacked upside the head, and knocked out cold. Both Fluey and Phyllis were a little surprised. Who in the world could have done that? They got their answer a few seconds later when Mike faded in. The effects of Reggie's pill had worn off. With the crooks dispatched, he dashed over and helped Skittles free Fluey and Phyllis.
"Man, Mike, how'd you do that?" Fluey shouted.
"Reggie's experimental invisibility pills," Mike said.
"I was wondering what was happening over there," Phyllis said. "Though I think you've been watching too many Three Stooges movies, Mike."
"Not really," Mike shrugged. "It woulda been too hard to have one of 'em doin' the eye gouge bit. But enough about that. We'd better get outta here and get the chief before they come to."
Before anything else could happen, something hard and heavy hit Mike in the back of the head, knocking him out cold. Raphael and Luke had regained consciousness, and Raphael had slipped in behind Mike, and clobbered him with a wrench. Luke was next to him, and he pulled out a gun.
"Okay, no more Mr. Nice Guys," Raphael said, grabbing Phyllis's arm. "Luke, grab the kid, and get him into the van. We're getting outta here now!"
"Oh no you're not!" Fluey shouted. "Hiyah!"
Fluey was about to karate chop, but Luke grabbed him just before his hand hit Raphael's neck.
"Come on, squirt," he said.
"Skittles!" Fluey shouted. "Sic 'em!"
Skittles growled at the two men and was ready to charge, when Raphael pulled out his own gun, and pressed the barrel of it into the side of Phyllis's head. Luke pressed the barrel of his gun against Fluey's head. Skittles stopped.
"Nice little doggie," Raphael said. "Sit. Stay. And you will stay unless you want us to shoot them, won't you girl?"
Skittles growled a little, but sat down. Multi had trained her never attack if the bad guy's got a gun on someone. So, she just sat there, and allowed Raphael and Luke to take Phyllis and Fluey out of the warehouse. Mike came to his senses a few moments later, just as Raphael and Luke dragged their captives out the door. He took out his cigarette lighter, and activated it.
"They're headin' out, gang!" he shouted. "Stop them!"
The minute Raphael and Luke stepped outside, they were met by what appeared to be an army. An army of Multi Men, to be exact. And Coiley, Big D, and FG were with them.
"Going somewhere?" Coiley asked.
"Oh crud," Luke groaned. "The Impossibles. I shoulda guessed, considering the band name and all, but I didn't think . . . . ."
"Yeah, we know, we know," Multi said. "You'd better surrender, de Leo. We've got you guys surrounded!"
To drive the point further, Multi duplicated himself a little more, surrounding Raphael and Luke. Immediately, Luke took out his pistol, and began firing at the Multi's. Of course, as he was firing, his grip on Fluey began to loosen, and the dark-haired Impossible used this as his chance to escape. He quietly slipped out of Luke's hold, and was about to run for cover (for the moment, anyway. After all, he couldn't make the switch to superhero mode for the moment). Before he could make it back inside the warehouse, he was grabbed from behind by Raphael.
"Oh no you don't!" he hissed, clamping his hand over Fluey's mouth to keep him from yelling out. When Luke started shooting, Raphael had slipped away with Phyllis, and took her to the old van.
"You're coming with me whether you like it or not, squirt," he said, and he shoved Fluey into the back of the van, climbed in himself, and shut the back doors, locking them. Phyllis was sitting in the front passenger seat, not only buckled in with the seatbelt, but also tied to it. Raphael then grabbed Fluey by the back of the shirt collar, and forced him down to the floor on his stomach. He took a piece of rope, and tied the teenager's wrists behind his back so tight, his circulation was practically cut off. After he finished there, Raphael took another piece of rope, and tied Fluey's ankles equally tight. Then, he gagged Fluey with a handkerchief.
"That oughta hold you for awhile," he said, smacking Fluey in the back of the head with his hand. Fluey glared at Raphael, and began trying to get himself loose. Then he climbed to the driver's seat, stuck the keys in the ignition, and started up the van, slamming on the gas pedal and peeling out as fast as he possibly could. The sound of squealing tires drew everyone's attention.
"What the . . . . ." Luke started. "Hey! Hey, Vince! What about me?"
"Sorry, Luke!" Raphael shouted, leaning out the window as he made his escape. "It's every man for himself!"
"But . . . . but . . . . ." Luke began, but he didn't get very far when he felt someone slap a pair of handcuffs on him.
"Gotcha!" Coiley shouted.
"Crud," Luke grumbled, as he heard the unmistakable sound of a police siren coming.
"Come on!" Multi shouted, as he ran to the Impossi-Mobile. "We've got to go after Vince!"
"Yeah, he's still got Fluey and Phyllis," Mike said, as he jumped into the Impossi-Mobile, followed by Coiley. "Better convert to Impossi-Jet, we'll catch up to him faster that way."
"You coming, chief?" Coiley asked.
"I'll catch up with you boys later," Big D said.
"Okay," Multi said. "Let's move out!"
"Rally ho!" both Multi and Coiley shouted in unison, as they converted to Impossi-Jet and took off into the air.
Coiley, Multi, Skittles, and Mike flew through the air, using the Impossi-Jet's onboard tracking device to track down the MTD Mike put on the van.
"There it is," Multi said, as he spotted the atrocious olive green colored van rolling down the road.
"I'll take care of it," Mike said, and he pulled out a rifle he had stashed in the Impossi-Jet. Then he opened his doctor's bag, and took out a rectangular box with a big red button on it. When he pushed the red button, the box unfolded, and revealed what looked like a skateboard without wheels.
"What's that, Mike?" Coiley asked.
"A Hover Board," Mike said. "It's one of my latest inventions. It works like a skateboard except you use it in the air instead of on the sidewalk."
Mike stuck his feet into two openings, and two straps automatically fastened tightly around them. Then, Mike took a smaller box from his black bag, strapped it to his wrist using a velcro strap, and plugged a cable into his Hover Board.
"What's that for, Mike?" Multi asked.
"This is the controller," Mike said. "I promise, once this is all over, I'll show you guys how this thing works, but we've got more important stuff to do right now. I'll be back in five to ten."
Mike pushed a couple of buttons on his wristband remote, and took off down toward the VW van. He didn't want to get right behind it, so he stayed above it, trailing it a bit. This way, Raphael wouldn't be able to see him in the van's mirrors. But Multi, Coiley, and Skittles were a little confused at something.
"What's he going to do with that rifle?" Multi asked.
"You don't think he'd actually go and . . . . ." Coiley started.
"No," Multi said, quickly. "Not with Phyllis and Fluey still in there. At least . . . . I don't think he would . . . . ."
Multi, Coiley, and Skittles followed Mike at a distance (and a higher altitude) to see what exactly he was going to do. Mike aimed the rifle carefully, and then fired, blasting one of the tires off the van. Then, he fired three more times, and shot the rest of the tires off. Raphael had no choice to stop. Mike "drove" his Hover Board up to the Impossi-Jet, put a lock on the rifle, and stashed it in the trunk.
"Mike, that was incredible!" Coiley shouted. "Where'd you learn how to shoot like that?"
"It comes naturally when your great-great-great grandmother was Annie Oakley," Mike said, with a shrug. "Come on, we'd better get down there!"
Meanwhile, in the van, Raphael had to do some fast thinking. He saw a wooded area up ahead, and saw this as his chance. He climbed over to the back of the van, hoisted Fluey over his shoulder, used a knife to cut the ropes binding Phyllis to the passenger seat, and unbuckled her seatbelt.
"Come on!" he shouted, grabbing her arm.
"Don't you think you're carrying this a little far?" Phyllis asked.
"Not when there's a million smackers on the line, toots! Now shut up and move it, or else your brother's gonna pay the price!"
Phyllis glared at her former fiance, and did as she was told. She knew Fluey didn't have any means of defending himself at the moment, and she definitely didn't want him to get hurt. Mike and the other two Impossibles made chase, but stopped when they reached the woods, and found the van they had been tracking abandoned.
"Darn it!" Mike shouted when he and the two Impossibles discovered the empty van. "I knew I shoulda put the tracker on his person instead of the van!"
"So now what do we do?" Coiley asked. "These woods are too dense to see anything from the Impossi-Jet."
"And the Impossi-Mobile is too bulky to drive through this place," Multi said.
"I probably could navigate through via Hover Board," Mike said, taking his rifle out of the trunk. "But ain't no way all four of us are gonna fit on it. Here's what I suggest. I'll go one way, and you guys go another way, and we'll meet somewhere in the middle, and hopefully, head de Leo off at the pass."
The boys nodded, and they, along with Skittles, went into the woods to search. Luckily, Skittles knew the scent, so that worked to their advantage.