Once the gang returned to the chapel, they explained the entire situation to them, and that it had been resolved. As Big D had said, several of the people there had it figured out, but a few did think it had all been a movie being filmed. Once everything had been explained, everyone went to the church hall for the "reception," even though there hadn't been any wedding.

"I've had weddings called off during the ceremony before," the minister said. "But they were never quite like this!"

"I can imagine," Big D commented.

"The weirdest I've ever gotten was a guy who came in and stopped the wedding and he said the couple couldn't get married because the woman Abraham Lincoln in a past life."

Big D merely nodded. It was about all he could do after an explanation like that (and possibly wonder if the minister had spent a little too much time at the bar).

Phyllis was making her way around the room, apologizing to every single one of the guests for what happened, and she also insisted on paying for everything, including reimbursing Shawn, FG, Danalleah, and Daisy for their dresses, and she insisted she pay Coiley's mother her usual catering fee, as well as Courtney's flower girl dress, along with the church fee. She also insisted on paying Coiley and Multi's tuxedo rental fees.

After a couple of hours, everyone began to leave. The only ones left at the church hall were Big D, Phyllis, Mike, the Impossibles, the girls, and Coiley's parents and his little sister. They were helping Coiley's mother clean up.

"Brother, what a day this turned out to be!" Fluey shouted.

"You're telling me!" Phyllis shouted. Then she heaved a sigh. "I'm really sorry I didn't believe you, Fluey."

"It's okay, sis," Fluey said. "You just got suckered by a good looking guy. It happens."

"I guess this'll teach me to trust your judgement, huh?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that. I mean, I have had my off days."

"What do you mean off days, Fluey?" Multi asked. "Your intuition is always right!"

"Not always," Fluey said. "Remember wen FG first joined the team? When that gang of jewel thieves tried to steal the Daydream Diamond from the Thorkleson Municipal Museum in Nesmith, Texas?"

"Oh yeah, the gang that had a teenage girl for a ringleader," FG said, nodding.

"Well, I got suckered by a pretty face and helped pull off the robbery," Fluey said, and then braced himself for what was coming next.

"You what?" Big D shouted at the top of his voice, giving his grandson a confused look.

"She somehow convinced me that the diamond belonged her family and the city stole it from her. She had me use my powers to sneak in, disable the alarm, and snatch the diamond. But you know everything worked out. We got the diamond back and Nadia and her gang ended up in the slammer, and that's when you officially put Shawn and FG on the payroll, chief. We just left out the part about me being the one that snatched the rock, because we knew you'd hit the roof."

"I see," Big D said, calmly.

"But it just goes to show that nobody's perfect," Fluey said, shrugging.

"Right," Phyllis said.

"Well, we'll hold on to our bridesmaid dresses just in case we have to go through this again," Shawn said.

"Well, that's the last of the leftovers," Martha said as she closed a lid on a container. "Come on, Calvin. Help us load up the truck."

"I'd say it's time we all call it a night," Big D said.

"I'm with you, chief," Fluey said. "Incidentally . . . . . am I still suspended?"

"No," Big D said. "In light of what happened, and the fact that you were right all along, I'm lifting the suspension."

"Thanks, chief!"

"But that doesn't let you off the hook with all the mischief you caused, young man. I still expect you to pay for the damages to the stores you wrecked."

Fluey just shrugged. He didn't really expect Big D would let him off the hook over that.

"You coming, sis?" Fluey asked, as he and Big D started leaving.

"No, I think I'm going to hang out here for a little while," Phyllis said. "Take care of some last minute clean up details."

"All right," Big D said. "Just don't stay out too late."

Phyllis nodded, and she began picking up some of the trash that had been left around. Mike was still hanging around as well, and he began to pick up some litter as well.

"What a day, huh?" Mike said, as he tossed a pile of paper plates into a nearby trash can.

"You're telling me!" Phyllis shouted. "My friends often told me that a girl's wedding day is one of the most unforgettable days of her life. I think I'm inclined to agree. I don't think I'll ever forget this day, no matter how hard I try!"

"At least it ended well. I hate to think of what could've happened had I not decided to stop by."

"Yeah, I know."

Things hit a lull just then. Mike just stood there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, while Phyllis started twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, biting her lower lip.

"Ummm . . . ." Phyllis started, a little nervously. "I want to thank you for saving my life."

"Oh, hey, it wasn't any big deal," Mike said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. Then he realized what he said. "Uhhh, I mean, that's not to say your life wasn't any big deal . . . . . I meant what I did wasn't any big deal . . . . . uhhh . . . ."

"I knew what you meant. Mike, I wanted to ask you . . . . . . I've worked at the agency for three years, and you've been there about four years. How come you never said anything about the playground sixteen years ago before?"

"Well . . . . I didn't think you'd remember. The minute I saw your name plate on the desk, I knew you were the little girl I used to hang around with on the playground. The one who gave me that little clay heart."

"Well, to tell you the truth, I did remember, but . . . . I hadn't given it much thought until I found that old Cracker Jacks ring in my jewelry box this morning. When I got home that day, I told the chief when I grew up, I was going to marry the boy that gave me that ring."

"Funny how things work out, isn't it?"

Phyllis laughed over that, and she and Mike finished cleaning up. Once they were done, Mike gave Phyllis a ride home on his motorcycle.

Two weeks later, on a Saturday afternoon, Fluey was parked in front of the TV in the den when he saw Phyllis coming down the hallway, wearing that pink and white gingham dress of hers.

"Uh oh," he said. "Don't tell me you've got a date!"

"As a matter of fact, I do," Phyllis said, stopping at the hall mirror to check her hair.

"I thought after that fiasco with Raphael Caprezio, or Vince de Leo, or whatever the heck his name is, you'd swear off men," Fluey said.

"Don't worry about it, Fluey," Phyllis said, just as the doorbell rang, and she turned to go answer it.

Fluey waited for a couple of minutes, and followed his sister to the front door. He made it there just as Phyllis left the house, closing the door behind her. Quickly, Fluey went to the window and looked. He saw Mike walking with Phyllis to his motorcycle, and he handed her a helmet. She put it on, and sat down on the back of the bike. Fluey also noticed Mike wasn't wearing his usual coveralls. Instead, he was wearing a white turtleneck underneath a blue blazer, black pants, and black loafers. Once Mike put on his own helmet, he started up his bike, and took off.

"Phyllis has got a date with Mike," Fluey said. "Yyyyyyeeeessssss!"

Fluey went back to the den after that. He knew he wouldn't have to try to sabotage his sister's potential romance this time around. He knew a good love connection when he saw it, and this was it. He knew Mike and Phyllis were a perfect match.

The End

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The reference to the whole Daydream Diamond bit can be found in one of my earlier fanfics, titled "Fluid Girl."