AUTHOR'S NOTE: This particular story is inspired by the Hanna-Barbera comics, issue number 8, which featured "Frankenstein Jr and The Impossibles." The story isn't exactly based on the comic, because my characters from the two origin stories and Shawn and her sister, Susan, make appearances in this story.

It was a normal day in Megatropolis. There had been a slow crime week, so Big D gave all the agents at the Secret Security Headquarters some time off, at least until another emergency arose. The only other two SSH employees that were working (other than Big D) were Reggie Johnson, who was SSH's top inventor, and Phyllis Dawson, Big D's personal secretary.

"I don't get why you and I are sticking around here," Reggie said. "We could be in Tahiti right now if we wanted."

"If we wanted being the key words," Phyllis replied. "Truthfully, Reg, I don't mind working while everybody's out on vacation."

"Yeah, I guess. It gives me a chance to get some work done without having to worry about Big D wanting me to do something for an agent. Such as putting a TV screen inside a guitar."

Phyllis had to laugh at that one. Truth be known, Reggie hadn't developed anything new for an SSH agent since the Impossibles came around. Since the teenage trio had been hired, the other SSH agents felt they could take it easy. But since it was a slow crime week, the Impossibles were on a break of their own, preparing for a sold out show. Already, they had an audience: Multi Man's girlfriend, Shawn.

"Well, what do you think?" Multi asked.

"Perfect as usual," Shawn said. "Just one question."

"What?"

"How come you never let Fluey sing?"

Multi and Coil Man glanced at each other. True, the two of them did the most singing, and Fluid Man was reduced to sing backup. He often wondered why he never sang lead himself!

"Well . . . ." Multi said.

"Uhh . . . ." Coiley stammered.

"Because I think it's good he's in the background," Shawn said. "Fluey can't sing to save his life."

"Oh very funny!" Fluey shouted. "Sheesh, I should have seen that one coming."

"I don't know why you two have to fight all the time," Multi said.

"She's very disagreeable," Fluey said.

"I am not!" Shawn protested.

"See what I mean?"

"How'd you like to be missing some teeth?"

"If you weren't a girl, I'd pop you one."

"Don't let that fact bother you!"

"Okay, sister, you asked for it!"

Fluey swung and Shawn ran. She hid behind Multi before Fluey could actually hit her.

"Whoa! Hold it!" Multi shouted. "Guys, cut it out before someone gets hurt!"

"Namely one of us!" Coiley shouted. "Come on, Fluey, we've got a show to rehearse, remember?"

Fluey gave Shawn the dirtiest look he could muster, and took his position on the stage.

The scene shifts now to Civic City, to the home of the brilliant inventor, Professor Conroy, and his heroic son, Buzz. It was a slow crime week there too. Buzz was working on some experiment when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it, Dad," Buzz said, and he was off. When he opened the door, he got the surprise of his life. A robot of some kind was standing at the front door. Buzz didn't know what to make of it at first.

"Who is it, Buzz?" Professor Conroy asked.

"It's a robot, Dad," Buzz said.

"A robot? Let me see this."

Professor Conroy stood up and went to the door. He got a good look at the robot and saw something engraved on the robot's chest. It said "Wray Capuano Industries."

"Wray Capuano," Professor Conroy said. "Now why does that name sound familiar?"

"It should sound familiar, Professor!" a thick Texas drawl shouted. "After all, I was your intern, and housekeeper!"

"Mike!" Buzz shouted.

"Ta-da!" Mike Wray shouted, coming into view. Behind him was his best friend, Jerry Capuano.

"Mike Wray," Professor Conroy said. "How could I forget? How are you?"

"Great," Mike said. "Jer and me decided to go into business."

"What are you two doing?" Buzz asked.

"Taking things apart and putting them back together," Jerry replied.

"I didn't know you could make a living doing that," Professor Conroy said.

"You can't," Mike said. "That's the problem."

"Mike and I spent nearly two years pitching ideas to people," Jerry said. "Nobody is much into tinkering these days."

"So Buzz," Mike said, changing the subject. "Frankie around, or have you reduced him to spare parts yet?"

"No, he's still here," Buzz said. "Come on, he'd like to see you again."

Mike and Jerry walked inside the lab and walked over to a door. Buzz aimed his radar ring at the door, and it opened, revealing Civic City's best guardian, Frankenstein Jr, a thirty foot robot Buzz invented for a school science project. Buzz got all the parts he needed to build Frankie from Mike.

"Hello, Buzz," Frankie said. "How are things?"

"Frankie, looked who dropped in on us," Buzz said.

"Hi, Mike," Frankie said. "Good to see you."

"Hey Frankie," Mike said. "Wow, you're still incredible, as usual. Been busy?"

"It's been slow here in Civic City. Nobody's committed any crimes lately."

"It's been slow for crime everywhere," Jerry said. "Mike and I just came from Megatropolis, where they have this agency, the Secret Security Headquarters. They gave all their agents about a week off. Maybe longer."

"I have to say I'm enjoying the quiet," Professor Conroy said. "It's been very relaxing."

"So has Civic City changed much in the last two years?" Mike asked.

"It's just about the same," Buzz said. "Come on. I'll show you guys around!"

Buzz, Mike, and Jerry left the lab. Professor Conroy laughed, and shook his head. He had work to do. As he was working, the doorbell rang again. Professor Conroy put down his test tubes and walked over to the door.

"If that's another one of my old interns . . . ." he said as he opened the door.

It wasn't another one of Professor Conroy's old interns. Before he could see who it was, he was hit over the head and knocked out cold. The mysterious visitor then, amazingly enough, opened the door to the room that contained Frankenstein Jr, who was deactivated at the time. The mysterious visitor then somehow blew a hole in the wall, pulled out a remote control, and pushed a button on it. A large magnet was activated and Frankie was drawn directly to it. The magnet was in the back of a large boxed truck. Frankie was thrown into the back. The mysterious visitor jumped into the front of the truck, and drove off, taking Frankenstein Jr with him.

Later that evening, Buzz, Mike, and Jerry returned to the lab, talking about how the city had changed since Mike and Jerry were last there. They stopped their conversation abruptly when they entered the lab. It had been completely torn apart!

"Whoa!" Jerry shouted.

"Oh man!" Mike exclaimed. "Looks like a hurricane blew through here!"

"I wonder where Dad is?" Buzz asked. "Dad! Where are you?!"

"Under here, Buzz," Professor Conroy said, pushing some of the debris off his back. Mike and Jerry ran over to help dig him out of the mess.

"You okay, Professor?" Jerry asked.

"Yeah, what happened?" Mike said.

"I'm not sure exactly," Professor Conroy said. "Shortly after you left, the doorbell rang, and I went to answer it, thinking it was another one of my old interns. The minute I opened the door, something hit me over the head, and knocked me out. Whoever it was must have torn the lab apart while I was unconscious."

"Great scoundrels!" Buzz shouted. "This looks like a job for Frankenstein Jr!"

"That would be a great idea, Buzz, but there's one problem with it," Jerry said. "Frankie's gone."

"Gone?" Mike asked. "Whattaya mean gone?"

"I mean he's flown the coop," Jerry said. "Whoever wrecked the lab must've stolen Frankie."

"But who could've done it?" Professor Conroy asked.

Buzz began to think it over. Then he went to his Super Crime Computer, and punched in some buttons.

"None of Civic City's usual villains have escaped from prison," he said. "This must be a new one."

"Well, whoever it is," Jerry said. "Or even whatever it is, I think we're going to need some help."

"You said it, Jerry," Buzz replied. "Lucky for us, I know just who to call."

Buzz picked up the phone and dialed the operator. Mike and Jerry stood by and watched.

"Who are you callin', Buzz?" Mike asked.

"Hello, operator?" Buzz asked. "Get me Megatropolis six eight one four. It's an emergency!"

Megatropolis-6814 happened to be the Secret Security Headquarters' phone number. Phyllis happened to be polishing her nails when the phone rang. Reggie was in the office as well, watching her.

"Never fails," Phyllis groaned. "Every time I put nail polish on, the phone rings."

"So much for vacation time," Reggie sighed. Phyllis heaved a sigh of her own, and picked up the receiver.

"Secret Security Headquarters," she said.

"I need to speak to your chief right away," Buzz said. "This is an emergency!"

"Okay, hold on," Phyllis put Buzz on hold, and pushed another button on the phone.

"Hey chief!" she said, in somewhat of a sing-song voice. "Emergency on line two."

"Put it through," Big D said.

Phyllis punched a couple of buttons on the phone and transferred the call. Big D picked up his phone.

"Secret Security Headquarters," he said. "This is the chief speaking."

"Big D, this is Buzz Conroy in Civic City," Buzz said.

"Civic City? Aren't you the young man who invented Frankenstein Jr?"

"Yes sir, but someone broke into the lab and stole him. We need help from you and your agents."

"Don't worry. I'll put my best agents on the job."

"Thanks a lot, sir!"

Big D hung up the phone and pushed a button on his console. The minute he did, Coiley's guitar began beeping. Fluey groaned and smacked his hand to his forehead.

"Great," he groaned.

"Big D," Multi said.

"So much for the extra rehearsal," Coiley said.

"Vacation's over, boys," Big D said. "You are to report to Conroy Labs in Civic City. You will receive further instructions there."

"Right chief," Coiley said.

"We're on our way!" Multi shouted.

"Again," Shawn groaned.

"What's the matter with you?" Fluey asked.

"Every time I start to think nothing can go wrong, Big D calls you guys."

"That's what you get for dating a superhero."

"Sometimes, I wish you guys weren't so super."

Fluey rolled his eyes, and dashed out of the Impossi-Mobile. From there, the boys changed from the famous singing Impossibles to the superhero crime fighting Impossibles, ready to go into action.

"Rally ho!" they shouted.

Shawn, not wanting to sit back and watch her boyfriend and his best friends have all the fun, went to a payphone in the arena, and called her sister, Susan.

"The guys have a mission," she said. "It's in Civic City, and I'm sick of sitting on the sidelines."

"Fluey won't like that," Susan said. "You know he doesn't trust you. After all, you were one of the Siren's flunkies."

"Sure, I already know that, but I'm just tired of sitting around and doing nothing when Multi has to go fight evil. I'm going and you have to give me a ride to Civic City."

"Why?!"

"Because I don't have a driver's license yet!"

Susan couldn't argue with that one. She gave in and agreed to drive by the Megatropolis arena, and then head for Civic City, which wasn't too far away, actually. The Impossibles had already arrived at Conroy Labs, explaining to Professor Conroy that they had been called to Civic City by their chief.

"So what's the emergency?" Multi asked.

"I thought this city had a thirty foot robot to flush out the criminals," Fluey said. "Why call us in?"

"That's the emergency," Buzz said. "Our robot, Frankenstein Jr, has been stolen."

"Stolen?" Coiley repeated. "Who would steal a thirty foot robot?"

"Yeah, and without gettin' a hernia in the process?" Mike commented.

"Did you ever have any recurring foes, Buzz?" Multi asked.

"Two," Buzz said. "The Mad Inventor and Mr. Menace."

"Yeah, but this isn't their MO," Mike said.

"Besides, they're in jail," Jerry said.

"Boy this is a hard one," Fluey said. "And there's no indications of who might have done it?"

"Not a one," Mike said. "And Professor Conroy was knocked out before he could see who did it."

The Impossibles stood there, thinking it over. It didn't look like the work of any of their old foes, they knew that. The only thing to do was search the lab, and hoped a clue would turn up. As they were working on putting Conroy Labs back together, Susan and Shawn pulled up.

"I'm going in with you whether you like it or not, Shawn," Susan said.

"Why?!" Shawn asked, and sort of whined at the same time.

"It could be dangerous. You're not only my little sister, you're my best friend!"

"Oh, Sue, what are you worried about? I've got Multi to protect me, remember?"

"Yes, but sometimes, he gets into a mess and Coiley or Fluey would have to bail him out of it. No if's, and's, or but's, Shawn. I'm going in."

"Fine."

Shawn and Susan climbed out of the car and walked up to the front door. Susan rang the doorbell. Mike looked through the window. He wasn't taking any chances.

"Who's at the door?" Buzz asked.

"Two girls," Mike said. "They're either here to sell Girl Scout cookies, or they're part of the Impossibles fan club and they've tracked 'em down."

"Let me see," Fluey said, and looked out the window. "Oh great! Just great! She followed us!"

"You know them?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, it's Multi's girlfriend and her sister."

"You can let them in," Multi said. "They're harmless."

"Yeah right," Fluey muttered under his breath.

Multi ignored his comrade, and opened the door. He wasn't too thrilled with having Shawn follow him, and he was ready to grill her about it like a swordfish.

"Okay, spill," he said once he opened the door. "What are you two doing here?"

"It was her idea, not mine," Susan said.

"I wanted to help," Shawn said. "I was tired of watching you guys go off and fight crime, and I'd be standing around waiting until you caught the thief."

"Well, you picked a bad time to show up," Fluey said. "We're kind of busy."

"Yeah, we're practically turnin' this lab upside down lookin' for clues to who stole Frankenstein Jr," Mike explained.

"We've looked practically everywhere," Buzz said. "But there's not one thing here that qualifies as a clue."

"Mind if we look around?" Shawn asked.

"Be my guest," Professor Conroy said. "I doubt you'll find anything, though."

Shawn and Susan began searching the lab again, just as the boys had. Fluey folded his arms across his chest and rolled his eyes.

"Oh brother," he said. "If we couldn't find anything, what makes you think she's . . . ."

"Have you guys analyzed the pieces of broken wall behind the door where you keep Frankenstein Jr?" Shawn asked.

"No," Buzz said. "But that's a great idea, Shawn!"

"What was that you were saying, Fluey?" Shawn asked.

"Heh," Fluey scoffed. "You just got lucky, that's all."

Buzz took a piece of the wall, and put it in his analyzer. The results they got were vague, however.

"According to this," he said. "Frankenstein Jr was pulled through the wall by a magnet. A very large electromagnet in fact, capable of pulling the Statue of Liberty out of it's post!"

"Sounds like something one of the SSH's inventors would come up with," Multi said.

"We'd better check with Phyllis," Coiley said.

"You can use the computer," Buzz said.

Buzz and Coiley walked over to Buzz's Communications Control Center and punched in some keys. Finally, Phyllis answered.

"What's up, fellas?" she asked.

"We've got a question about a magnet," Coiley said. "We found out that Frankenstein Jr was stolen from Conroy Labs by a giant magnet, capable of pulling the Statue of Liberty out of New York."

"We were wondering if Reggie built anything like that recently," Fluey replied.

"Hang on a sec, guys," Phyllis said. "Let me check our databases and I'll get right back to you."

Phyllis signed off. Mike looked at the blank screen and clicked his tongue against his teeth.

"She and SSH agent?" he asked.

"No, she's Big D's secretary," Multi replied.

"Is she single?" Mike asked.

"Mi-ike!" Jerry shouted. "We're on a mission here! How can you think of asking a girl out on a date now?!"

"Easy," Mike said. "If I happen to see one I like."

"Ho boy," Jerry groaned.

After a few more minutes or so, Phyllis tapped back into the transmission signal with some information.

"Okay, guys, I got the info about the magnet," she said. "it was invented by our former inventor/agent Tim Maxwell."

"I don't think we know him," Multi said.

"You don't," Phyllis said. "We fired him shortly after we hired you guys."

"Why'd you fire him?" Jerry asked.

"He was one of our most terrible agents," Phyllis said. "He couldn't catch a crook to save his life."

"Now why would an inventor steal a thirty foot robot?" Coiley asked.

"It doesn't make sense to me," Susan said.

Indeed, the group was baffled. They couldn't find a reason to why an inventor would steal a 30 foot robot in the first place. The answer to that was simple, though. Tim Maxwell had stolen Frankenstein Jr in order to seek revenge on The Impossibles, since he held them responsible for the SSH firing him. At the moment, Maxwell was in an old abandoned warehouse, reprogramming Frankenstein Jr.

"Fire me, will they?" he said to himself, while programming. "Well, once I get rid of those insufferable Impossibles, I'll show headquarters. I'll destroy Civic City, then Megatropolis, and then I'll rule the world, with a little help from this robot."

Maxwell shut Frankie's chest, and turned a dial on a remote control unit.

"Okay, you overgrown tin man," he said. "From now on, you take orders from me, and only me!"

"Yes, master," Frankie said.

"Good. Okay, first on the agenda, smash up Civic City a little. That'll flush those Impossibles out. And once they're out in the open, heh, heh. Smash them too!"

"Yes master," Frankie said.

Frankie ripped the roof off the warehouse and climbed out, with Maxwell sitting on his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Buzz and the Impossibles were trying to track down the inventor using the Super Crime Computer, but they weren't having much luck.

"This is like looking for a needle in a haystack," Fluey said.

"As usual, boys know nothing about logic," Shawn said. "I mean, there are only so many places you can hide a thirty foot robot."

"Really," Fluey replied. "Well then, if there are only so many places to hide a thirty foot robot, why haven't we found Frankenstein Jr yet?!"

"Smart aleck."

"Yeah, takes one to know one."

"Ha, ha. Fluey, you're a laugh riot."

Fluey responded with a dirty look and went back to the computer. Mike clicked his tongue against his teeth and turned to Multi.

"Do they always fight like that?" he asked.

"Unfortunately yes," Multi said. "They just don't get along with each other."

Mike nodded and walked over to the computer, in order to look at it himself.

"We're still at a loss," Coiley said.

"There is absolutely no trace of Frankie anywhere," Buzz replied.

"Well something's gotta give," Fluey said.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake. The roof began to crack at Conroy Labs.

"Yeah, somethin's gotta give all right," Mike said. "And it's gonna be the roof!"

"You and your big mouth!" Shawn yelled at Fluey.

"Hey, how was I supposed to know the roof was gonna cave in?!" Fluey shouted.

"Argue about it later!" Jerry yelled. "We've gotta get out of here before we get crushed!"

"Gangway!" Mike shouted.

Mike, Jerry, Shawn, Susan, and Professor Conroy dashed out of the lab through the emergency exit. Buzz turned on his anti-gravity belt, and he and the Impossibles flew through the ceiling.

"What's going on, an earthquake?!" Susan shouted.

"No," Coiley said, springing upwards to get a look around. "It's Frankenstein Jr! And he's smashing the city!"

"Sizzling stereos!" Fluey shouted. "We gotta stop him!"

"Quick!" Multi shouted. "To the Impossi-Mobile!"

The Impossibles ran to their car and took off like a shot.

"Rally ho!" they shouted.

This was the moment Maxwell was waiting for. He saw the Impossibles coming at Frankenstein Jr, and fiddled with the buttons on his remote control.

"There they are, Frankenstein Jr," he said. "Got ahead and smash 'em!"

"Yes master," Frankie said.

Frankie turned around and headed directly for the Impossi-Mobile. He put his foot down in the middle of the road, creating some sort of a road block.

"Uh oh," Coiley said. "Frankie's blocking the road."

"Hit the brakes! Quick!" Fluey shouted.

Coiley slammed on the brakes, and the Impossi-Mobile skidded. Unfortunately, they were going too fast in the first place, and the car smashed into Frankie's foot.

CRASH!

"Well that was a dumb idea," Fluey said.

"Maybe we should have converted to Impossi-Jet," Multi said.

"No time to worry about it now, fellas," Coiley said. "We've got work to do."

"Not for long, Impossibles," Maxwell shouted, pushing a button on his remote control. "Okay, Frankie. Go get 'em!"

Frankie growled, bent down, and picked up the Impossi-Mobile in his hand.

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

"Oh boy," Mike said, watching the scene from a distance, through a pair of binoculars. "They're in trouble now!"

As a matter of fact, Coiley was trying to convert to Impossi-Jet, but since they smashed into Frankie, all the controls on the car had been jammed. They weren't able to get it going.

"Now what do we do?" Fluey asked.

"Hand me the guitar," Coiley said. Fluey grabbed the guitar and handed it to Coiley. He pushed a button on the neck and called Big D.

"We're in trouble, chief," he said. "We need some back up."

"What exactly is the problem, boys?" Big D asked.

The transmission was cut off then. Frankie had increased his grip on the Impossi-Mobile, and began crushing it.

"Uh oh," Fluey said, converting to liquid. "ABANDON SHIP!"

With that, Fluey shot out of the car with lightning speed. Coiley and Multi shrugged and followed. By that time, Frankie had not only crushed the Impossi-Mobile, but their guitars as well.

"Well, so much for our concert tonight," Fluey said.

"And so much for getting out of Civic City," Coiley said. "He's totaled our car!"

"And he's not through yet!" Multi shouted.

Indeed he wasn't. Frankie then wound up and pitched the crushed Impossi-Mobile over a nearby cliff. If anything had been inside the car that was still working, it was completely destroyed now.

"Ooohhh," Shawn groaned. "Lucky the guys got out, huh?"

"You said it," Buzz replied. "I don't even think the Impossibles could have survived a wreck like that!"

"Well, now what?" Coiley asked, as he and the other two Impossibles regrouped with the others.

"I've got an idea," Mike said, snapping his fingers. "Buzz, use that anti-gravity belt of yours to get within range of Frankie and deactivate him."

"It's worth a shot," Buzz said, turning on his belt.

The boy genius flew into the air and aimed his radar ring at the giant robot's head.

"Here goes nothing," he said as the beam from the ring bounced off a lamppost and hit Frankenstein Jr's forehead. Nothing happened.

"Something went wrong!" Buzz shouted. "That should have worked!"

"Silly boy scientist," Maxwell said with a laugh. "My remote control overrides your puny little ring! Hey Frankie! Squash this kid like a bug!"

"Yipes!" Buzz shouted, and few off, just before Frankie could swat him like a fly.

"Boy, this guy's one tough customer!" Coiley shouted.

"Come on, fellas!" Fluey shouted. "We aren't licked yet! Rally ho-ho!"

Fluey converted into liquid again and streamed over to Frankenstein Jr. Then he signaled to Multi and Coiley.

"I think he may have something there," Coiley said.

"It had better be good," Shawn replied. "I don't think the city can take much more damage."

"Rally ho!" Coiley shouted, springing over to Frankenstein Jr.

"Rally ho!" Multi shouted, following Coiley.

The Impossibles then huddled and began formulating a plan. The others just stood back and waited, wondering what in the world the boys were up to. Finally, The Impossibles broke out of the huddle and were ready for action. First, Coiley wrapped his coils around Frankie's ankles. Next, Fluey created a mud puddle directly behind the giant robot.

"All yours, Multi!" he called.

"Right," Multi said, duplicating himself upwards. He managed to push Frankie backwards.

"Timber!" he shouted.

"Oh no," Maxwell groaned, as Frankie hit the ground, and landed into the mud puddle.

"Wow!" Jerry shouted. "He's up to his bolts in mud!"

"That's impossible!" Buzz exclaimed.

"That's us," Multi said.

"You Impossibles are impossible!" Maxwell shouted. "But I'm not quite finished yet!"

Maxwell turned the dial on his remote control, and increased the power level going through Frankenstein Jr. The robot stood up and growled.

"Ohhh, this can't be good," Mike said.

"All right, you bucket of bolts," Maxwell said. "Destroy those Impossibles right now!"

Frankie began stomping around, smashing the city as he did. Nothing was going to stop him now.

"Well?" Coiley asked. "Anybody got an ideas?"

"Only one," Multi said, nervously. "Let's get out of here or we're cooked!"

"But what about Civic City?" Fluey asked.

"We can't beat Frankie now," Coiley said. "We'll never be able to get past his defense mechanisms."

"Besides, he's gonna smash us any minute!" Multi shouted.

"You're right," Fluey said. "Gangway!"

The Impossibles then ran off as fast as they could. Maxwell stopped Frankenstein Jr and watched them go.

"Run you cowards!" he shouted. "Run and hide! You're no match for me now, you chicken trio!"

Maxwell laughed hysterically. The Impossibles were no longer in sight. They were long gone.

"I never thought I'd live to see the day the Impossibles turned chicken," Professor Conroy said.

"They're . . . . . probably playing a trick on this guy," Shawn said, hesitantly. "You know. Making him think he's won or something."

"You're probably right, sis," Susan said. "The Impossibles aren't easily scared away."

"But I think we ought to do something about Frankie until they come back," Jerry said. "Mike, you think you can whip up a remote that will override Maxwell's?"

"Well, I don't know," Mike said. "I'd have to do a lot of takin' apart and puttin' back together, but I'll try it."

"Then we'd better get back to the lab," Professor Conroy said.

The group headed back for the lab, in order to get working on the remote control.

Meanwhile, in Megatropolis, Big D had called in Phyllis and Reggie, and informed them of the crisis at Civic City, and the interrupted transmission.

"Strange," Reggie said. "It would have to take something huge to interrupt the transmission from those guitars."

"Do you think something happened, Big D?" Phyllis asked.

"I'm not sure, Phyllis," Big D said. "You two are the only agents the Secret Security Headquarters have left. I want you two to head toward Civic City and see what's going on over there."

"Right, chief," Phyllis said.

"While we're there, we'll see what happened to the Impossibles," Reggie said, and he and Phyllis headed out for the garage.

Reggie and Phyllis climbed aboard Reggie's Hover-cycle, which was a motorcycle mixed with a hovercraft, and headed towards Civic City as fast as they could. Once they reached Conroy Labs, they got off the Hover-cycle and banged on the door.

"Who goes there?" Jerry asked.

"The SSH sent us," Reggie said.

"You got proof?"

Reggie groaned, and pulled his SSH ID out of his pocket. Phyllis pulled hers out and handed it to Reggie. He held them up to the peephole and finally the door opened.

"Enter," Jerry said.

"You moron," Mike said. Then he saw Phyllis and smiled, somewhat with a cocky attitude. "Hi. What brings you down to the lab?"

"Our chief sent us," Phyllis said. "We got a transmission from the Impossibles, but something interrupted it, and we're wondering where they are."

"Oh," Mike said. "Well, uhh . . . . see . . . ."

"Frankenstein Jr scared them off," Susan said, bluntly.

"WHAT?!" Reggie and Phyllis shouted in unison.

Mike clicked his tongue against his teeth and snuck off to continue to work on the remote control. Buzz came into the scene and explained the deal to the two SSH agents.

"So you don't know where they could have gone?" Phyllis asked.

"Not a clue," Buzz said.

"I think we'd better go look for them," Phyllis said.

"But what happens if Frankenstein Jr comes back?" Jerry asked.

"Yeah, this city can't take much more damage," Reggie said.

"That's why Mike is working on that remote control," Professor Conroy said.

"Mike was workin' on it," Mike said, coming out of the lab.

"Is it ready?" Shawn asked.

"Unfortunately, no," Mike said. "I don't have the right parts, or the know how. But it's mostly spare parts."

"Did you bring your tool box?" Phyllis asked Reggie.

"Yeah," Reggie replied. "Maybe I can give you a hand with that remote."

"And while you're doing that," Phyllis said. "Buzz, the girls, and I will look for the Impossibles."

"Well, you'd better hurry," Professor Conroy said. "We don't have a moment to lose!"

Buzz and the girls ran out to Susan's car and began driving around Civic City, using a tracking device hidden in Phyllis's lipstick tube.

"I hope that doesn't track their guitars," Shawn said. "Frankenstein Jr completely destroyed them. And their car."

"No, it won't track the car, or the guitars," Phyllis said. "I'm not sure how this thing will track the Impossibles down. Reggie neglected to tell me that much, thank you, Reg."

Shawn just nodded and turned on her transistor radio, hoping to hear some tunes. Instead, they got a news report.

"And in other news," the announcer said. "The mysterious disappearance of the famous singing group, The Impossibles, has been solved. Their car and guitars were found at the bottom of Holland Drive, Civic City's highest cliff. The car and instruments were completely destroyed. The Civic City police department concludes the car lost control and fell off the cliff."

"Turn that off," Susan said. "We know that's not what happened."

"Well what do you expect the media to do?" Shawn asked, turning off her radio. "They don't know that the singing Impossibles and the superhero Impossibles are the same group."

Susan sighed, and continued driving. She didn't want to get into an argument with her little sister over the news. Phyllis kept her eyes on her radar, until finally she got some results. The blip began to get louder.

"Stop the car," she said. "I think we've found them."

"Susan stopped the car outside the Hotel Gotham, The three girls and Buzz glanced at the sign in front.

"The Hotel Gotham presents The Low Keys," Buzz read.

"The Low Keys?" Susan asked.

"That was their name before we came up with The Impossibles," Phyllis said. "That's gotta be them. Come on, everybody. We've got work to do."

The group got out of the car and headed inside the hotel. They walked into the hotel's lounge and found the Impossibles on the stage performing. There were some differences in their performance, though. Their costumes were different, and so were their instruments. Coiley was playing drums, Multi was on keyboards, and Fluey was on guitar and singing lead. The style of music was different, too. They used to do pop music, but now it sounded like they were dabbling in psychedelia.

"They had better not be on drugs, that's all I've got to say," Phyllis said.

"At least their hair hasn't gotten any longer," Susan said. "You know Daddy isn't too keen on Multi's hair to begin with Shawn."

"Oh, shut up," Shawn told her sister.

Buzz was too shocked for words. He just sat down at the table with the girls, and stared at the band, like he couldn't believe it. Finally, the set was over, and the boys climbed off stage. Phyllis stood up and walked over to them.

"Low Keys, huh?" she asked. "Decided to go back to your roots?"

"Ah heh, heh, heh," Fluey said. "See, Phyllis, we can explain."

"I hope," Phyllis said. "I want the whole story and I want it now."

"She's worse than our mothers," Coiley muttered, as he, Multi, and Fluey followed Phyllis back to the table. They had a lot of explaining to do.

As Buzz and the girls began an interrogation, Mike and Reggie had finished putting together a remote control to take back control of Frankenstein Jr.

"I think that about does it," Mike said, closing the back of the remote.

"Now all we have to do is get Frankenstein Jr here," Professor Conroy said.

"No sooner said than done, Professor," Jerry said, looking out the window. "Here he comes now!"

Mike, Reggie, and Professor Conroy ran to the window and looked. Sure enough, there was Frankenstein Jr, with Tim Maxwell sitting on his shoulder, smashing up Civic City. Maxwell was laughing his head off as he maneuvered Frankie with the joystick on his remote.

"It's now or never," Reggie said. "Hit it, Mike!"

Mike pushed a button on his remote and began moving the joystick around. Frankie stopped in his tracks.

"Hey what'd you stop for?!" Maxwell shouted. "We've got work to do!"

Frankie then grabbed Maxwell, and threw him right at the lab. He hit the side of the building and slid off.

"It worked!" Jerry shouted.

"Of course it did," Mike said. "Now all we have to do is re-reprogram Frankie, and everythin' will go back to normal."

"Oh yeah?" Maxwell shouted, taking out his remote control. "Well, two can play at this game, Wray!"

Maxwell began moving his joystick every way imaginable. Frankie began tearing up Civic City, picking up buildings and throwing them on other buildings.

"Ho boy," Reggie said.

"Mike, you'd better do something," Jerry said. "Quick, before Frankie throws something at us!"

"Will do," Mike said, pushing his joystick forward. Frankie stopped and prepared to put the building down. Maxwell was unamused, and he pushed his own joystick.

"Oh no you don't!" he shouted.

"Oh yes I do!" Mike yelled, nearly yanking the joystick right off his remote!

It was an all out battle. Maxwell and Mike fought over control of Frankie using their remote controls. Poor Frankie felt like he was being pulled in every direction imaginable! Finally, his circuits began to overload, and his computer brain began to buzz and sizzle. Finally, it short circuited. The remote controls were useless.

"Rats!" Maxwell shouted. "Rats, rats, rats, rats, rats! This thing's worthless now!"

"I think we've done it, you guys," Mike said. "Come on. We've got programmin' to do."

"Heh, heh," Jerry laughed nervously. "Think again."

Mike gave Jerry a weird look, and then looked over at Frankie. The thirty foot robot began walking around Civic City smashing things like before, but this time, he wasn't taking orders from anyone. He was doing it all on his own.

"Rampaging robots!" Reggie yelled. "You've created a monster!"

"I think the Impossibles are our only chance now," Professor Conroy said. "I just hope Buzz and the girls found them!"

As a matter of fact, the Impossibles had just finished explaining what had been going on.

"We were just waiting for a good chance to come back," Multi said. "We wouldn't have been able to defeat Frankenstein Jr then and there."

"Yeah, man," Fluey said. "You saw what he did to the Impossi-Mobile."

"Well, we'd better head back to Civic City," Susan said. "Mike was working on a remote control to get Frankie back on our side."

At that exact moment, Phyllis's purse began to beep. She opened it, and took out her compact.

"Must be Big D," she said, flipping her compact open. "Who else would call me on this number?"

It turned out to be Reggie, using the Conroy's' computer.

"We've got a problem," he said.

"I'm afraid to ask," Phyllis replied. "What is it?"

"Mike and Maxwell got into a duel with their remotes, and Frank blew a fuse. He's left Civic City, and who knows where he is now!"

"Oh great," Susan groaned.

"We'd better go find him," Buzz said. "The only way to stop Frankie now is to reset his main activators."

"There's no time to lose gang," Multi said.

"Right," Coiley said.

"Wrong," Fluey replied.

"Wrong?!" the others shouted, staring at Fluey.

"Well, you heard Reg," Fluey said. "Frankie's out of control! He could be smashing things right and left!"

"Oh for goodness sake!" Shawn shouted.

"Think about it," Fluey continued. "Frankenstein Jr has more power in his little finger than the three of us put together! He's likely to clobber us!"

"Fluey, come on!" Shawn shouted. "The entire world is at stake and you're worried about getting killed, you coward!"

"Who're you calling a coward?!"

A heated argument was about to get started. Buzz, Phyllis, and Susan snuck off, not wanting to get into the middle of a fight.

"Some superhero you are," Shawn said. "You don't even want to take this mission."

"This mission happens to be extremely dangerous," Fluey commented. "I don't think even Superman could handle this!"

"Chicken. Bwak, bwak, bwak!"

"Hey, that's going too far!"

"So what are you gonna do about it?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. If you guys want to go get yourselves smashed, that's your problem."

"Fluey, you are just impossible!"

"Yeah, well, so are you. You think you're so smart, just 'cause you're a girl!"

"Like I said, you don't know anything about logic! Boys don't know anything!"

"Girls!"

"Men!"

Fluey and Shawn folded their arms across their chests and waited. Multi and Coiley stood there, waiting to see what was going to happen next.

"It's just no use talking to you," Shawn said. "You're just impossible!"

Shawn turned away, and started to leave. Fluey just glared at her.

"Witch!" he shouted.

That did it. Shawn turned around, and stormed towards Fluey. She reeled back and socked him right in the face. Fluey stumbled backwards, knocked into a chair, and crashed to the ground. He rubbed his cheek and stared at Shawn, completely stunned.

"You . . . . you . . . ." he stammered, but he couldn't think of a good insult.

"That'll teach you to call me a witch!" Shawn shouted, and stormed off. Fluey groaned, stood up, and stomped off in the other direction.

"Fluey, hold it a second!" Coiley shouted.

"Shawn, wait up!" Multi called, running after his girlfriend. He managed to catch up with her.

"What, Multi?" Shawn asked.

"Fluey didn't mean that crack. He was just mad."

"Yeah, well, I shouldn't have hit him. I shouldn't have called him a coward, either. I mean, you guys can do the impossible and all, but I guess you're only human. I'd better go apologize, huh?"

Multi and Shawn looked up at a hotel window. They saw Coiley and Fluey's silhouettes, and they looked like they were arguing with each other.

"Uhh, then again," Shawn said. "Maybe I should wait until he's had a chance to cool off."

"Good idea," Multi said. "One thing I have learned is never to mess with Fluey when he gets mad."

Multi and Shawn stood there, not doing much of anything. There wasn't much they could do without Coiley and Fluey, anyway. Suddenly, the ground began to shake, and there was a loud booming sound following the shaking.

"There's a familiar sound," Shawn said.

"This can only mean one thing," Multi said. "It's Frankenstein Jr!"

Indeed it was Frankenstein Jr, smashing up the town wherever he walked. Coiley and Fluey came out of the hotel to check out the ruckus.

"Uh oh," Coiley said. "There he is now."

"And he's destroying the place," Fluey said.

"It's now or never, fellas," Multi said. "We've got to stop him, or Civic City, Megatropolis, and the world is doomed!"

"I guess you're right," Fluey said. "Let's hit it!"

Without further ado, the singing Impossibles became the fighting Impossibles, ready for action.

"Rally ho!" they shouted.

"Now what do we do?" Shawn asked.

"I think you ought to stay here where it's safe, Shawn," Coiley said. "You stay with her, Multi, unless we need you for backup. Fluey, you come on."

"Right," Multi and Fluey said in unison.

"Rally ho!" Coiley shouted, springing into action.

"Rally ho-ho!" Fluey shouted, turning himself from solid to liquid, and practically flew towards Frankenstein Jr.

Frankenstein Jr continued to walk along, smashing the city as he went. Coiley and Fluey zoomed right in front of him, as if to block him off.

"Hold it, Frankie!" Coiley shouted. "It's about time you were deactivated!"

Frankie growled, and prepared to smash both Impossibles with his bare hands.

"Heads up, Coiley!" Fluey shouted, and converted to liquid before Frankie could do anything. Coiley sprang out of the way just in time.

"This is going to be harder than I thought!" he shouted.

"I'll try to sneak up on him and deactivate him," Fluey said. "Then we'll take him back to the lab so Buzz can reprogram him. Rally ho-ho!"

Fluey shot through the air and aimed for Frankie's neck, where his central control units were. Unfortunately, Frankie sense someone behind him. He activated a shield, and raised it.

"Uh oh," Coiley said. "Fluey's heading right for that shield."

"And he's moving too fast to stop!" Shawn shouted.

Plus, he was only half-converted. Fluey was definitely moving too fast to stop. He didn't even see the shield, and flew smack into it. BONK!

"Ooohhh, that had to hurt," Shawn cringed.

Completely dazed, Fluey began plummeting towards the ground. He ended up hitting the pavement. WHACK! Shawn, Multi, and Coiley cringed. Coiley dashed over to see if his teammate was all right.

"Shaky seismographs!" he shouted. "Frankie's knocked Fluey out cold!"

"And it looks like you're next, Coiley!" Multi shouted.

Coiley jumped out of the way before Frankie could pound him into the pavement. He was out of sight by that time.

"Hey, where'd he go?" Shawn asked.

"I don't know," Multi said. "But I get the feeling we're going to be in trouble if we don't move it!"

Too late. Frankie growled, reached down, and grabbed both Multi and Shawn in his hand, a la King Kong.

"Rally hey!" Multi shouted.

"I think we're in trouble!" Shawn shouted.

"No kidding!"

Frankie then began doubling back towards Civic City with Multi and Shawn in his hand. Luckily, Coiley had been hiding on the other side of the nearby Hotel Gotham.

"I'd better find Buzz, Phyllis, and Susan!" he shouted, and bounced off. Fortunately for him, they were nearby.

"We've got to get back to Civic City fast!" he shouted. "It's an emergency!"

"Why? What's wrong?" Phyllis asked.

"Frankie just grabbed Multi and Shawn," Coiley explained. "He's heading straight for Civic City!"

"Then we'd better move fast," Susan said.

"There's no time to lose," Buzz said.

Coiley jumped into the car, and Susan slammed on the gas. The group nearly broke the sound barrier as they speeded towards Civic City.

"Incidentally, Coiley," Phyllis said. "What happened to Fluey?"

"Holy KO's!" Coiley shouted. "I almost forgot about him! Frankie knocked him out and he was still out when I left!"

"We'd better go back," Susan said, ready to put her car in reverse.

"There's no time," Phyllis replied.

"She's right," Buzz said. "If we go back now, Civic City's liable to be demolished!"

"Besides, Fluey's resourceful," Phyllis said. "He'll know what to do when he wakes up."

"Whoa!" Susan shouted, slamming on the brakes. "Robot at twelve o' clock high! And I do mean high!"

Frankie growled, and raised his foot, ready to smash the car.

"Scatter!" Phyllis yelled. She and Susan threw open the car doors and jumped out. Buzz turned on his anti-gravity belt and flew into the air. Coiley bounced out, just as Frankie put his foot down. SMASH!

"Wowee! That was close!" Buzz shouted.

"Too close," Professor Conroy said, as he, Mike, Reggie, and Jerry ran over to the scene.

"What in the world is goin' on, anyway?" Mike asked.

"It's a long story," Coiley said. "We'll have to tell you about it later. Right now, we've gotta stop Frankie!"

"Yeah, no kidding," Jerry said, looking up at Frankie through a pair of binoculars. "He's got Multi and Shawn."

"What?!" Mike shouted, grabbing the binoculars. "Let me see!"

Mike looked, and clicked his tongue against his teeth. Then he gave the binoculars back to Jerry.

"You're right," Mike said. "Same thing happened to an aunt of mine."

Jerry was about to ask Mike about that when suddenly, people began to scream. Our heroes turned to look and saw Frankie climbing up the side of the building.

"Menacing monkeyshines!" Buzz shouted. "Frankie's climbing the Umpire State Building!"

"Oh yeah," Mike said. "This definitely happened to my aunt."

"Oh no," Jerry groaned. "Please don't tell me your aunt is Faye Wray!"

"Okay," Mike said. "I won't tell you. But she is."

Jerry somehow knew that one was coming. There wasn't any time to fool around, though. Coiley sprang into the air, in order to get to Frankie and turn him off.

"Hang on, guys!" he called to Multi and Shawn. "I'll get you out of this!"

"In one piece, I hope!" Shawn shouted. "Multi, why can't you just duplicate yourself to get us out of this?"

"Frankie's grip is too tight," Multi said. "I don't think I'd be able to get us out of this."

Coiley began bouncing around Frankie. The giant robot started to swat at the Impossible, trying to discourage him.

"Don't distract him, Coiley!" Multi shouted. "Push the button!"

"I'm trying, Multi!" Coiley shouted. "But Frankie isn't making this easy!"

He was so right. Frankie finally stopped swatting at Coiley, and activated his instant setting glue gun. He fired glue out, hitting Coiley with it. The force sent the superhero flying to the next building. CRASH!

"If we get out of this alive," Mike said. "You oughta consider enterin' that robot into the Olympics, Professor!"

"I'll look into it," Professor Conroy replied.

"Well, now what do we do?" Susan asked.

"I'll try to deactivate Frankie with my radar ring!" Buzz shouted.

"Be careful, Buzz," Professor Conroy said.

"Don't worry, Dad. I'll be all right."

Buzz activated his anti-gravity belt, and took to the air. He flew up to Frankie, and aimed his radar ring at Frankie's central control unit.

"It's a tricky shot," he said. "But it has to work!"

Buzz aimed his ring, and a beam fired from it. Unfortunately, Frankie moved at the last second.

"Darn it, I missed!" Buzz shouted.

"Buzz watch out!" Shawn shouted.

"Frankenstein at two o' clock!" Multi warned.

The warning came too late. Frankie reached over and swatted Buzz like a fly, which deactivated his anti-gravity belt. The boy scientist went flying. Luckily, Mike caught him before he could hit the ground.

"This is getting ridiculous!" Jerry shouted.

"I've got one more idea," Mike said. "Mind if I borrow that flyin' motorbike of yours, Reg?"

"Go for it," Reggie said. "But what exactly are you gonna do?"

"Fly up there and push the button, that's what!" Mike shouted, jumping on Reggie's Hover-cycle.

"Be careful, Mike!" Phyllis shouted.

"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do," Mike said, and then he took off.

Frankenstein Jr was standing on the roof of the Umpire State Building. Multi and Shawn couldn't do much except wait. Finally, Mike rode up, and headed directly for Frankie's OFF button. But Frankie saw him, and made a grab for the Hover-cycle.

"Yipes!" Mike shouted, dodging Frankie's free hand.

"Someone better get us out of here fast," Shawn said. "I think I'm getting airsick."

"Mike can't get to Frankie's deactivators," Multi said. "What do we do now?"

"I really hate to say this," Shawn said. "But we need Fluey right now."

Just then, Frankie hit the Hover-cycle, and it flew backwards into a building. WHACK!

"So much for that," Mike said,

"Civic City's doomed," Buzz said.

"Rally ho-ho!" a familiar voice called out. "It's not over 'til the fat lady sings!"

"Fluid Man!" the group shouted.

Fluey, having come to his sense some time ago, figured Frankenstein Jr had doubled back to Civic City. He converted to liquid and shot forward at Frankie, punching the large robot in the nose. As a result, Frankie let go of Multi and Shawn. Both of them started to fall, but Multi duplicated himself, caught Shawn in midair, and retracted the duplicates downward.

"That was close," Shawn said.

"Thanks, Fluey!" Multi said.

"No sweat, Multi," Fluey said. "Now to get Coiley out of a sticky situation."

Fluey flew over to Coiley and washed the glue off him. Then the two Impossibles went to join the others. Frankie jumped off the Umpire State Building, which caused the ground to really shake. Everyone was knocked off their feet.

"Buzz, do you have a water pistol around?" Fluey asked. "I just got an idea!"

"I don't know what good a water pistol's gonna do," Jerry said, "What's this idea?"

"You'll see," Fluey said.

Buzz held up the pistol, and Fluey converted into liquid again, and flew into the water gun. Buzz then activated his anti-gravity belt and flew upward, far enough away from Frankenstein Jr.

"All set, Fluid Man?" he asked.

"Fire when ready!" Fluey shouted.

Buzz pulled the trigger on the water gun, and PSSSHT! Fluey shot forward, and pressed Frankie's deactivator button. The robot stopped in his tracks. Buzz then flew over and used his radar ring to reactivate Frankie. That seemed to do the trick.

"What happened, Buzz?" Frankie asked.

"You were reprogrammed," Buzz replied. "And sent to destroy Civic City."

"Lucky for you, Buzz called us," Fluey said. "Or else this city would have been history!"

"Wow," Frankie said. "I guess I don't know my own strength. But what happened to the crook?"

"He's been taken care of," Phyllis said. "He'll be in jail for quite some time now."

Everybody laughed. After cleaning up the city a little, digging out the Impossi-Mobile, and putting it back together, the singing Impossibles headed for the arena they were supposed to be playing and gave their concert. Buzz and Frankie stood on a nearby hill and rocked out to the music.

"Those Impossibles really rock!" Buzz shouted. "Right, Frankie?"

"Yeah, man, Buzz!" Frankie shouted. "Groovy! Outta site!"