NARRATOR: Presenting:
(NARRATOR READING ON-SCREEN TEXT)
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, go.
(PLAYING ROCK MUSIC)
Impossibles' Coil Man.
He makes the scene when things look mean.
Impossibles' Fluid Man.
He stays on the spot, the spot that's hot.
Impossibles' Multi Man.
Makes like a crowd, no crooks allowed.
Impossibles. Impossibles. Impossibles.
ANNOUNCER: Yes, folks, you are listening to the Impossibles.
Come and see them tonight in person, at the big teenage bash...
...where the annual teen queen will be crowned...
...by none other than the fabulously wealthy young Shah of Shish-Ka-Bob.
You have seen the blimp, Your Highness.
Now we must go and get ready for the ceremony tonight.
Yes. But look.
What is that strange bubble approaching?
Well, well, a one-million-dollar shah coming up.
Young master, come back.
Help. I'm being bubble-napped.
(SINGING)
You, sir, are a despicable cad.
(PLAYING MUSIC)
(BEEPING)
COIL: Hold it, fellas. Big D is calling.
The young Shah of Shish-Ka-Bob has just been bubble-napped.
It could very well be the Bubbler.
The Impossibles are ready to do the impossible, chief.
Good. Check it out.
COIL: Will do, sir.
NARRATOR: And so the singing Impossibles suddenly become:
Coil Man...
...Multi Man...
...and Fluid Man.
Ready to do the impossible in the cause of justice.
Hey, gang. There's the Bubbler straight ahead.
It's the Impossibles.
And you, sir, are a scandalous scoundrel.
He's headed for the open sea.
And we have bubble trouble.
SHAH: You, sir, are a sniveling snake.
BUBBLER: And you are going to the bottom of the ocean.
- We'll have to break out of here, Multi. - Right, I'll take over.
Fifty heads are better than one.
All together, fellas.
Heave-ho.
Like cracking an egg.
Nice work, Multi.
Thanks, let's go for a swim.
- Hey, there's the Bubbler's pad. - A neat retreat.
And pressurized, no doubt.
My stars. We have unexpected company.
Octavius, meet our guests and invite them for dinner.
Yours.
You, sir, are a contemptible cur.
COIL: Look, a monster.
FLUID: Yeah. Man, he's mean-looking.
And I mean "mean," man.
Don't worry. Go after the boy, fellas.
I'll take care of old patty-paws here.
(LAUGHING)
Huh?
Hope I'm not stretching things too far, Ocky.
Oh, no. He's tying him into a knot.
Coily, I'll slip under the door and open it from the inside.
Right.
Why, Fluid Man, you're all wet.
Here, let me blot you up.
(LAUGHING)
And turn you into a steamy memory.
Rally-ho-ho! Rally-ho, Fluey.
FLUID: Over here, fellas.
I'm in a puddle of trouble.
Worse luck. Those Impossibles are impossible.
Come on, Shah.
You, sir, are an unscrupulous buffoon.
Oh, keep quiet.
FLUID: Well, don't just stand there. Wring me out.
Oh, yeah, sorry.
Thanks, Coily.
Now let's search the premises.
Hello, Fluid Man.
And goodbye, Fluid Man.
Trembling transistors, a killer shark.
Water, water everywhere. And not a bite to eat.
(GROWLS)
(CRYING)
Unhand that boy, you villain.
We got you cornered.
And I got you bubbled.
You, sir, are a fiend.
I'll trouble you for that, boy.
And I'll bubble you for him.
Bubble or nothing.
(FLUID WHISTLES)
FLUID: Hey, Coily. I'm in the fire extinguisher.
Right, Fluey. Gotcha.
I'll take that gun, Bubbler.
I got him.
Thanks for the lift, Multi.
And now I must bubble off.
To the Impossi-mobile.
There he goes.
COIL: Anyone for tennis? MULTI: Right.
Play ball.
BUBBLER: Oh, no.
Help.
Enough.
That's enough.
I'll go quietly.
(CRYING)
Once we drop the Bubbler off at the police station--
We'll be just in time to make the teenage jamboree.
And I crown you Teenage Queen of the Year.
And I thought my winning was going to be impossible.
Did I hear a song cue, fellows?
You sure did.
(PLAYING ROCK MUSIC)
NARRATOR: And so once again, the incredible, invincible fighting Impossibles...
...become the sensational, irrepressible, singing Impossibles...
...until they are again called upon to do the impossible.
(SINGING)