AUTHOR'S NOTE: I got the idea for Raphael/Vince's comeuppance from an urban legend about a grandmother and her granddaughter's ex-boyfriend. This was another reason I upped the rating of this story to T.

Raphael had stopped running when he reached a riverbank, and a nearby waterfall. He threw Fluey to the ground, and then sat down himself, leaning against the tree.

"Here we go," he said. "It'll take them awhile to find us here."

"I still think you ought to give yourself up," Phyllis said. "There is absolutely no way my grandfather is going to let you get away with this."

"You gotta be kidding," Raphael said. "What can that old man do to me? I wasn't scared of any of his threats during his little Boyfriend Test! I've been through them all before! I'm an expert at this sort of thing! Boy, you were an easy one, I'll tell ya that!"

"What do you mean?"

"I gotta level with ya, Phyl. The only person who would make a date with a total stranger she backed her car into is a completely desperate person. So desperate for companionship, they'll make a date with just about anyone! I've gotten a lot of girls to the sheik before, babe, but you have got to be the most pathetic of them all!"

That did it. Phyllis couldn't take anymore of this guy's lip. As Raphael stood there, laughing hysterically over how pathetic Phyllis was, she gave him a kick in the stomach, karate style. Then she slapped him across the face for good measure.

"You creep!" she yelled, giving him a karate chop in the back of his neck.

"Oooh!" Raphael shouted, as he hit the ground. But he recovered quickly. "Okay . . . . . maybe pathetic wasn't the right choice of words."

"You'd better believe it, buster!" Phyllis shouted.

"Who knew you knew karate?"

"I know a lot more than that. And if you think I'm bad, just wait until my grandfather gets to you. He taught me everything I know! And he taught Fl . . . . I mean, Franky, some basics, too."

"Okay . . . . . obviously we got a spirited type here. And it's obvious idle threats aren't gonna make you cooperate anymore. But, I do have a little . . . . . trick I use. The sheik will sometimes allow me to . . . . . break in the inexperienced girls before I give them to him."

Phyllis got a nervous look on her face, and started backing away as Raphael began approaching her. Fluey squirmed around with all his might. He was seeing red at this point. He knew exactly what Raphael had in mind for "breaking in" Phyllis. Finally, he managed to get his wrists loose. Immediately, he untied his ankles, yanked off his gag, and pounced on Raphael from behind, just as he had Phyllis cornered.

"Don't even think about it, you slimeball!" the dark-haired Impossible yelled, holding Raphael in a headlock. This gave Phyllis a chance to take cover, for the time being. She wasn't going to run away. She didn't want to leave Fluey alone with this scum bucket, since he didn't have access to his powers (if he did, she'd be out of there in five seconds flat).

Raphael growled, grabbed Fluey's arm, and flung him over his shoulder. Fluey landed flat on his back on the ground, having the wind knocked out of him. He was too dazed to move. Raphael kneeled over him, and grabbed his wrists, holding him down.

"Looks like you need to be taught a lesson," Raphael said, smiling sneakily. Fluey recognized that look. He had seen it on several guys at Megatropolis High School when they had a date with any one of the cheerleaders. And Megatropolis High's cheerleaders were known to be drop dead gorgeous, and "easy."

"I'm an old pro at this sort of thing, squirt," Raphael said, releasing one of Fluey's wrists for the moment. "I've dealt with brats like you before. Many times. A lot of the girls I send the sheik have overprotective younger brothers. So just relax. It'll all be over before you know it. And trust me, kid. You'll love it!"

Fluey could feel his heart beating in his throat. He tried to resist, but Raphael just rested his knee against the dark haired Impossible's stomach. Raphael smirked, and started loosening his belt. Fluey got a sick look on his face. But before anything could happen, Phyllis slipped in behind him, and clubbed him over the head with a tree branch.

"Let's get out of here!" Phyllis shouted, pulling her brother to his feet.

"Good idea!" Fluey shouted, and he and Phyllis started to make a run for it. Before they could get very far, however, a gunshot rang out, which stopped them both cold.

"Nobody is going anywhere!" Raphael shouted, holding a smoldering gun in his hand. "I'm not about to give up a million bucks! You two even try to get away, I'll kill you both!"

"You won't get much if you do that," Fluey said. "I don't think the sheik will appreciate her looking like a piece of Swiss cheese."

"And you'd better learn to keep your mouth shut, twerp!" Raphael shouted, sticking the gun right in Fluey's face. "Or else I'll shut it permanently!"

"Leave him alone, Raph!" Phyllis yelled, glaring. "I've about had it with you! You can make all the threats you want at me, but you know as well as I do that you can't kill me! Because if you do, you won't get your million dollars!"

"Maybe not," Raphael said. "But Franky's girlfriend might get me that million if something should happen."

"If she doesn't turn you into a frog first," Fluey said. "She's part witch, and all she has to do is cast a spell over you, and . . . . ."

"All right," Raphael said, grabbing Fluey by the arm. "I've had it. I've had it with you, squirt. I'm gonna take care of you right here and right now!"

"No!" Phyllis shrieked. "Stop, wait! Don't hurt him! I'll cooperate, I'll do anything you want me to, just leave him alone!"

Raphael wasn't going to listen. He aimed the gun carefully, and was about to pull the trigger, when Phyllis suddenly karate chopped his wrist, and then gave him a kick in the stomach, as well as a punch in the nose. Quickly, Fluey grabbed the gun, and tossed it into the river, and the strong current carried it downstream so fast, there was no time to go after it before it was gone, right over the falls. Raphael was not happy about that.

"You little . . . . ." he growled.

"Those are the breaks," Fluey said, shrugging.

"I'll break you in a minute!" Raphael yelled. He grabbed Fluey by the arms, and slammed him against a tree. Fluey banged the back of his head against it hard, and was knocked unconscious. Raphael then grabbed the ropes Fluey had slipped out of, and used them to tie him to the tree. Then he picked up the branch Phyllis had used to bop him over the head with, and hit Fluey in the head twice. He was just about to give Fluey a final whack in the head with it, which he knew would definitely kill the boy, when he suddenly heard loud barking coming from the distance. His attention was diverted long enough for Phyllis to make a grab for the branch.

"I told you to leave him alone!" she shouted.

"I give the orders around here, toots!" Raphael shouted, turning his attention to Phyllis, walking toward her, slowly. Phyllis nervously began backing up.

Raphael didn't say a word, but Phyllis had a pretty darn good feeling she knew what he was up to! Just as he was about to reach out and grab her, he felt a sudden, painful sensation on his rear end.

CHOMP!

"YEEEOWWWW!" he screamed.

Impossi-Pup had managed to sniff out Fluey and Phyllis, and came charging in, doing what she did best (she is a "crime biter" after all). Impossi-Pup's diversion allowed Phyllis to grab that branch Raphael had (though he let go of it once Impossi-Pup had arrived), and she began whacking at Raphael with it. Coiley and Multi arrived a few moments later. Since Phyllis and Impossi-Pup were handling Raphael (and he was having a heck of a time trying to get the puppy off him), the other two Impossibles quickly got to work untying Fluey.

"Fluey? Fluey, wake up!" Coiley shouted, shaking his unconscious comrade's shoulders a bit.

"No way he's coming around any time soon, Coiley," Multi said. "He's out cold!"

Both Multi and Coiley took a quick glance over at Raphael, Phyllis, and Impossi-Pup. It appeared Phyllis and Impossi-Pup had everything under control for the time being, so they set to work trying to wake up Fluey. He finally started coming around when sirens filled the air, and they were giving him a bigger headache than he already had!

"Oooohhh, my aching head!" he shouted, dazedly.

"Better lay low, Fluey," Coiley suggested. "Judging by the size of that lump on your head, you're in no shape for a fight!"

Fluey had to agree with that one. Not only was he feeling dizzy and disoriented, but his head was killing him! The sirens turned out to be Big D and several SSHQ agents. Big D had returned to HQ in order to dispatch agents he had stationed in the Middle East (as well as the Abrah Khadabrah authorities), and let them know that their sheik was buying young women from all over the world and holding them at his palace against their will. Needless to say, he had been placed under arrest fairly quickly.

"Vincent de Leo, you're under arrest!" Big D shouted.

"Oh no I'm not!" Raphael shouted, as he finally managed to shake Impossi-Pup away from him. He started to make a break for it, when he found himself blocked off by several SSHQ agents. He tried to go in another direction, but Multi, duplicating himself quickly, blocked him off.

"Oh no you don't!" he shouted. "Now come along quietly!"

"No way!" Raphael shouted, turning in another direction. "You'll never take me in! I intend on getting that million bucks from the sheik!"

"That's highly unlikely," Big D said, glaring at Raphael. "My agents in the Middle East have reported that they have apprehended this Sheik Abdullah Ahblanghatta character."

"So it would probably be in your best interest to give up now, because it'll go a lot easier on you if you do!" Coiley shouted.

Raphael just turned and started to run. Phyllis stepped in front of him to block his path, but he wound up running right into her. Raphael crashed to the ground, and Phyllis ended up stumbling backwards. Before anything else could happen, Phyllis lost her footing completely, and fell directly into the river. Like Raphael's gun, the current started taking her downstream rapidly. Unfortunately, the current was too strong to swim through, and the jewelry that went with her costume was weighing her down quite a bit. Luckily, she managed to grab onto a rock, but she didn't know how long she would be able to hold on there.

"Hollerin' hi-fi's!" Fluey shouted.

"Argh!" Raphael groaned loudly, just as two SSHQ agents slapped a pair of handcuffs on him, and pulled him to his feet. "A million bucks in the drink! And down the drain! Once she hits that waterfall . . . . . ."

"Waterfall?" Fluey shouted, on the verge of panic. "Quick, fellas! You guys had better switch over so we can do the quick change bit the old way, unless Big D brought my transformer with him, which I highly doubt he did."

"It would take too long for us to do that," Coiley said.

"Besides which, you're in no condition to attempt going out there, anyway," Multi replied. Fluey hated to admit it, but Multi was right. His head was still killing him, and he was still feeling a bit disoriented from Raphael smacking him in the head.

"But don't worry, Fluey," Coiley went on. "Multi and I can take care of this. Do your stuff, Multi."

"Right," Multi said. "Rally ho!"

Multi immediately duplicated himself across the riverbank, forming a bridge across the river, two feet above Phyllis.

"Rally ho!" Coiley shouted, and he started bouncing across Multi's bridge. Once he got close enough, he stretched one of his arms toward Phyllis, while bracing himself with the other hand.

"Grab on, Phyllis!" he called.

"I don't know . . . ." Phyllis said, hesitantly. "I don't want to accidentally pull you in as well, Coiley!"

"Don't worry about it, just grab my hand!" Coiley shouted.

Nervously, Phyllis reached for Coiley's hand, slowly, while grasping onto the rock with the other hand. But just as she almost had it, she lost her grip on the rock. Coiley tried to grab her, but the current was moving too fast for him. Before he could try again, Phyllis went over the falls.

"No!" Fluey shouted, and he started running toward the riverbank, but he stopped when he realized it was too late. He stood there in shock, and slowly sank to his knees, just staring at the falls, blankly. Coiley and Multi returned, looking dejected.

"We're sorry, Fluey," Coiley said. "We should've tried . . . . ."

"It's not your fault," Fluey replied, shaking his head, and then he turned toward Raphael and gave him the fiercest glare he could muster. "It's his fault! I oughta rip him apart with my bare hands!"

"Hold it," Big D said, grabbing his grandson's shoulder before he could do anything. "I can not allow you to do that."

"I know, I know," Fluey sighed. "We're not allowed to intentionally kill the bad guys."

"Right," Big D said. "Not that I wouldn't love to see you slaughter this scoundrel. I know I'd tear him limb from limb myself. But that's too good for him. Mark my words, Fluid, I'll see to it personally that he'll pay for this. In spades!"

Fluey just nodded. He didn't know what else he could do. He heaved a sigh, and hung his head. Nobody else knew what to say, either. Suddenly, Fluey was broken out of his thoughts by a strange, humming noise.

"What in the world is that?" he asked.

"It kind of sounds like a hovercraft, or something like that," Multi said.

The group couldn't imagine what in the world that odd humming was, but they got their answer a few minutes later. Rising up from the edge of the falls was none other than Mike Rogers, on his Hover Board, carrying Phyllis in his arms. Phyllis had her arms wrapped around Mike's neck. Slowly, Mike came in for a landing where the others were standing, gaping at the sight.

"Thanks, Mike," Phyllis said.

"No sweat," Mike replied. Then he turned to the others. "Well, gang, here she is, safe and sound. A little waterlogged, maybe, but none worse for the wear."

"Phyllis, you're all right!" Fluey shouted, launching himself at his sister once Mike put her down. "I thought you were a goner!"

"So did I," Phyllis said, holding her brother close.

"Are you all right?" Big D asked, walking over. "I swear, I nearly had a heart attack!"

"I'm fine, thanks to Mike," Phyllis said. "He was at the right place at the right time."

"I'll say he was!" Coiley shouted.

"So what are we gonna do about Mr. Perfect, chief?" Fluey asked.

"I know exactly what to do about him," Big D replied, glaring at Raphael. "Rogers, I'll need to borrow that rifle you're carrying."

"I don't know about that, boss," Mike said, taking his rifle off his back. "You don't want to do anythin' too hasty now."

"I know what I'm doing," Big D said, taking the gun. Then he turned toward Raphael and the two agents.

"Release him," he said.

"You sure?" one of the agents asked.

"Yes," Big D said, giving Raphael a look that could definitely be qualified as one of those "if looks could kill" expressions. The agents unlocked the handcuffs, and took a couple of steps back. Raphael was so intimidated by the look on the chief's face, he wasn't going anywhere.

"While interrogating your accomplices, I found out about how you operate," Big D said. "They told me all about how the former sheik allowed you to 'break in' inexperienced young ladies."

"Not only that, chief," Fluey said. "But he was gonna give me a lesson in that 'breaking in' technique. And it would've been a hands on experience, if you get my drift."

"Oh really, now," Big D said, glaring even harder at Raphael. "You, sir, are sick!"

"Hey, come on, can't you take a joke?" Raphael said, nervously.

"Some joke!" Fluey shouted.

"I warned you," Big D said. "I warned you that if I even suspected you hurt my little girl, I wouldn't hesitate to hurt you."

"What're you gonna do?" Raphael asked. "Kill me?"

"That would be too good for you, de Leo. No, I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to personally see to it that you never hurt another woman again."

And with that, Big D lifted Mike's rifle, took careful aim, and fired.

BLAM!

"Oooooohhhhhh . . . . ." the others cringed, as they saw Raphael hit the ground, shrieking in agony, holding his hands over his crotch.

"Man, that had to hurt!" Fluey shouted. "I can't believe you actually did that, chief!"

"Well, I had warned him," Big D said, handing the gun back to Mike.

"Too bad he didn't take the warning seriously," Multi said.

Big D nodded, and instructed the other two agents to take Raphael/Vince into custody, and to get someone to deal with his injuries for the time being.

"We'd better get back to the church and explain everything," Multi said.

"Right," Coiley said. "I'm sure a lot of them want answers."

"Not necessarily," Big D said. "While we were interrogating de Leo's accomplices, we found out that most of the wedding guests were people they recruited off the street, claiming they were shooting a wedding and reception scene for a movie and needed extras, promising them free food at the reception."

"Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll think it was all just for a movie," Multi said.

"Not likely," Big D replied. "They all caught on once Rogers interrupted the ceremony."

"So what are we going to do now?" Coiley asked.

"I've got an idea," Fluey said. "Let's skip the wedding and go straight to the reception. After all, Mr. Perfect promised those people free food, and I'd hate to see your mom's cooking go to waste, Coiley."

The others laughed, but they went along with it, anyway. After all, even though there wasn't any wedding, there was still something to celebrate. Victory.