The Impossibles had just finished a long running tour. They were exhausted. In between shows, they had been called in by Big D to fight crime. They were in desperate need of a break!

"I think we could use a good vacation after this," Coil Man said. "What's on the agenda, Fluey?"

"Nothing," Fluid Man said, stretching. "Thank goodness. Tours like this almost make me want to quit the rock and roll business."

"Almost?" Multi Man asked.

"Yeah," Fluey replied. "It's kinda fun running from the screaming girls."

"You know, Coiley," Multi said. "Only Fluey would say something like that."

"That's for sure, Multi," Coiley said.

Fluey glared at both of them and leaned back. He was wiped out. The boys drove along until Fluey spied a hotel sign reading "One Night Only: The Impossibles."

"Hey, stop the car," he said. "Dig that sign, fellas."

"I must be more tired than I thought," Coiley replied.

"I don't remember scheduling this gig," Multi said.

"Well, we must have," Fluey said. "Come on, fellas."

"Yeah, one more gig isn't gonna kill us," Coiley replied.

The boys picked up their guitars and walked into the hotel lobby. They got the room key and headed for the elevator.

"Did you see the look on the manager's face when we asked about our room?" Multi asked.

"Yeah, man," Fluey said. "He acted like he's never seen a rock group before."

"Oh well," Coiley said, shrugging. "At least we can take a break after this gig."

Multi and Fluey nodded, as Coiley unlocked the door. They walked into the room, and dropped their stuff. Fluey flipped the light switch, and the boys got the shock of their lives. Three girls were in the room and they let out an extremely loud scream.

"Whoa, sorry!" Fluey shouted, turning off the lights.

"Wrong room," Coiley said, as he and his band mates retreated out. Once Multi closed the door, he got a good look at the number.

"Hey, wait a minute," he said. "This is our room."

"Those girls must have been waiting for us," Fluey said. "You know how some fans get. They scream."

"Yeah, but those girls didn't scream like regular teenage girls do when they see us," Coiley said.

"Good point," Fluey said, and then he started banging on the door. "Yo, girls! Open up!"

"Fluey, you have no manners," Multi groaned.

"Can we help you?" one of the girls said, opening the door. The other two were right behind her. They all had brown hair, but in different lengths.

"Yeah, get out of our room," Fluey said.

"Your room?!" the girl with the longest hair shouted. "This is our room!"

"But we have a gig tomorrow," Multi said.

"So do we," the girl with the shortest hair (chin length) said.

"We're the Impossibles," the other girl said. She had shoulder length hair. "I'm Linda, and these are Laurie and Erin."

"Waaaaiiiit a minute," Fluey said. "Wait a minute. You can't be serious."

"Yeah," Coiley said. "We're the Impossibles!"

"Why don't we ask the manager?" Laurie suggested, as if the boys were the dumbest human beings on earth.

"Good idea," Multi said, and he, Fluey, and Coiley raced down the stairs, trying to beat the girls to the front desk.

As it turned out, the two groups reached the manager's desk at the same time.

"Sir, would you please give these boys another room?" Linda asked.

"No way, give these girls another room," Fluey said.

"I'm afraid you'll have to share the room," the manager said. "We're completely full. Everyone in town must be here to see the Impossibles."

"That's us," the boys said.

"No, that's us!" the girls shouted.

Both groups then started screaming at each other over their name. The manager wasn't quite sure what to make of it.

"Quiet!" he shouted. "Quiet! This is a problem . . . . . ."

"Wait a sec, I just thought of something," Fluey said. "Why don't you audition both groups for t he gig?"

"Yeah," Erin said. "And then the best group performs."

"And whoever gets the gig gets the name," Multi said. "Deal?"

"Deal," the others said, and they shook on it.

The next morning looked like an elementary school playground fight: Girls vs. Boys. They had divided the room in half, and the boys weren't "allowed" on the girls' side, and vice versa.

"So how do we win this gig?" Coiley asked.

"Like we usually do," Multi said, shrugging.

"Yeah, how good can those girls be, anyway?" Fluey asked.

Just then, the girls started practicing for their audition. To the boys' complete shock (and dismay), they were great!

"How good can those girls be he says," Coiley said, giving Fluey a dirty look.

"What's our new name gonna be?" Multi asked.

"How does the Incredibles grab you guys?" Fluey asked.

Multi and Coiley groaned, and then walked off to tune their guitars. Fluey was about to join them when he thought of a way to win the gig. He had a pen in his guitar case that leaked all the time. He usually had to carry it in a separate box. He took it and approached the girls.

"Hey, would you guys mind running through that again?" he asked. "I want to take notes."

"Why?" Laurie asked. "So you can steal our material?"

"Oh Laurie!" Linda shouted.

"No," Fluey said, edgily. "So I can show 'em to Multi and Coiley and tell 'em what not to do."

"Very funny," Erin said with a glare.

"But we'll do it anyway," Linda said.

"Great," Fluey said. "Let me just get my pen ready."

"Sure."

Fluey hesitated for a moment or so. What he was thinking wasn't typical of a superhero, but the boy was desperate to win the gig, and keep the band name. He held up his pen and shook it as hard as he could. Then he sprayed blue ink all over Linda. She screamed, and I mean really screamed!

"Oooooh, you . . . . . . you . . . . . BOY!" she shouted.

Fluey couldn't respond. He was convulsing with laughter. Multi and Coiley heard the screaming and ran over.

"What happened?" Coiley asked.

"Don't give us that, you ratfink," Laurie said.

"Yeah you had it all planned," Erin said.

"Had what planned?" Multi asked.

"Your rotten friend just sprayed Linda with ink!" Laurie shouted. "That's what!"

"Ink?" Coiley asked. "Fluey, you didn't!"

"Yeah," Fluey said, trying to stop laughing. "I did."

"Ho boy," Multi said. "Sorry, girls."

The girls just rolled their eyes and walked off. They had to get the ink out of Linda's clothes before it stained. Coiley and Multi glared at Fluey.

"What?" Fluey asked.

"I can't believe you did that," Multi said. "What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking about winning that gig," Fluey said. "Look, it was better than punching her out!"

"But you still shouldn't have done it," Coiley said. "You're a superhero, and guys like us don't cheat."

"Where does it say that?" Fluey asked. "The Superhero's Handbook?"

"Yeah, actually."

"Besides, that wasn't cheating! It was just a little friendly competition."

At that moment, something clobbered Fluey in the back of the head. SPLAT!

"What the . . . . ." Fluey said. He reached up and took a pie plate off his head. Laurie and Erin were laughing their heads off.

"We hope you like blueberry, Fluey," Erin said.

Fluey made a face. Sticky blueberry pie covered his hair, and was dripping onto his clothes.

"Friendly competition, huh?" Coiley asked.

"Very funny!" Fluey shouted.

"Serves you right," Multi replied.

Fluey glared at both of them and went to clean up. He decided to lay off the dirty tricks. After awhile, the boys went downstairs to check out the bandstand when the hotel manager came up to them,

"I'm glad I ran into you boys," he said. "Would you tell the girls their audition is at one o' clock, and yours is at two."

"Yeah sure," Coiley said, and then the boys started back for the room. The girls were sitting around, not doing much of anything.

"We got a message from the manager," Multi said.

"What's that?" Linda asked.

"Your audition is at one," Coiley said.

"We may regret telling you that, though," Fluey replied.

"Okay," Linda said. "Thanks."

"You'll probably be sorry for telling us later," Laurie said.

"Yeah I know," Fluey said, and he, Multi, and Coiley walked to their side of the room.

One o' clock came along. The two groups went downstairs to the hotel's lounge to audition for the hotel manager. The girls went first, and performed. The boys gulped. Then it was their turn. Unfortunately, halfway through the song they were performing, Coiley's guitar started beeping. Fluey nearly went ballistic!

"Oh no!" he groaned, slapping his hand over his eyes. "Not here! Not now!"

"Thanks a lot, chief," Coiley muttered.

The hotel manager looked at the boys as if they were crazy. Then he chose the girls to perform that night. The boys went back stage to find out what Big D wanted. But it wasn't Big D. It was Shawn.

"I tried calling you guys on the phone," she said. "When I couldn't reach you, Phyllis said I could use the SSH computer. Where are you guys, anyway?"

"Never mind," Multi said. "Do me a favor, Shawn, and tell Big D that we're gonna have to change our name."

"Why?"

"We'll explain later."

"Done in by your girlfriend," Fluey said. "Man, I don't believe this!"

The boys went back to the room and watched the girls get ready for the gig. And were they nervous! Laurie was pacing around like crazy. Coiley followed her around.

"Nervous?" he asked.

"What makes you say that?" Laurie asked.

"Oh, no reason."

Laurie continued to pace. Erin grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and bit into it.

"Hey, I eat when I'm nervous, too," Fluey said.

"Who says I'm nervous?" Erin asked.

"You're eating the plastic fruit."

Erin stared at the apple, and smiled sheepishly. Linda suddenly screamed, and darted for the door.

"I need some fresh air!" she shouted, walking through the door and slamming it shut.

"Oh good grief," Fluey groaned. "She's in the closet!"

Multi sighed, and opened the door.

"A little nervous, are we?" he asked.

"I'm fine now," Linda said. "Thank you."

The girls went down to the lounge. The boys followed and stood around backstage.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer said. "Presenting, the Impossibles!"

The girls walked out onto the stage and were met by rounds of boos and hisses. A lot of the girls in the audience were really about to get hostile.

"Those aren't the Impossibles!" one yelled.

"Boo! Get off the stage!" another shouted.

"I was afraid of this," Coiley said.

"Come on, fellas," Multi said. "It's our duty as superheroes to help girls in distress."

"Is that in the Superhero Handbook, too?" Fluey asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, you're right. Let's go!"

The boys grabbed their guitars and raced out on stage. The girls in the audience began applauding and screaming once the boys were in view. Multi picked up the microphone.

"Our first song's going to be a duet," he said. "We'd like to perform it with our friends, the . . . . . uhhh . . . . ."

"The Brunettes," Linda whispered.

"The Brunettes," Multi repeated.

The Impossibles and the Brunettes performed the number, and the audience went wild. Once the show was over, the two groups went back to their room.

"Thanks for bailing us out," Linda said.

"No problem," Fluey said. "Everything worked out fine. We got to keep our name, and you guys . . . . . uhh, girls got the gig. More or less."

"Yeah. Hey, Fluey . . . . . ."

"Yeah, Linda?"

"I think you're really cute."

And with that, Linda, Laurie, and Erin walked off. Fluey just stood there, shocked look on his face. His eyeballs looked like they were going to pop right out of their sockets!

"What's up, Fluey?" Multi asked.

"Yeah, what did she say?" Coiley asked.

"She thinks I'm cute," Fluey said. "And you know something else?"

"What?" Coiley asked.

"I like her, too."

Multi and Coiley just stared at him oddly, then looked at each other, and started to laugh.

The End