(PLAYING ROCK MUSIC AND SINGING)
Mrs. Goldbraid, your party is a huge success.
Ooh. Thank you, sir.
And I see you're wearing your fabulous million-dollar tiara for the occasion.
Yes, isn't it lovely?
(LAUGHING)
It sure is.
And it'll soon belong to the Spinner.
That's me.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must join my guests.
(GOLDBRAID SCREAMS)
The lights. What happened to the lights?
Good heavens! My tiara!
Somebody has stolen my million-dollar tiara!
It's gone!
Jumping jukebox.
A million-dollar robbery.
Wild, man. In broad darkness.
(BEEPING)
Hold it, fellas. It's our chief, Big D.
The Impossibles await your orders, sir.
Good. Keep your eye on the Impossible-scope.
You'll find the criminal.
MULTI: There's the diabolical crook.
COIL: It's the Spinner. And he's getting away with the tiara.
NARRATOR: And so the Impossibles, just another singing group...
...suddenly become...
...the Impossibles, prime fighters in the war against crime.
The Coil Man.
The Multi Man.
And Fluid Man.
Now, go get him, Impossibles.
- There he goes. - Stop, Spinner.
(LAUGHING)
"Won't you come into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly.
"Because you'll never leave it no matter how you try."
- We're caught solid. It's up to you, Multi. - Right.
Heave-ho!
COIL: Good work, Multi.
Look. The Spinner's mountain hideout.
He must be inside. We'll surprise him.
I'll take the front door.
I'll take the drainpipe.
And I'll take the first balcony.
(LAUGHING)
You handsome Spinner you.
And with a million-dollar tiara too.
I'll drink to that.
Down the hatch.
Drink to this, buster.
And hand over that tiara, you villain.
Sure, I will.
But first have a web on the house.
Ha, ha, ha. That takes care of you.
That's what you think.
Give up, Spinner.
Hold it right there, Spinner.
Oh, yeah?
Well, this will hold you.
COIL: Hmm. An atom-smasher.
Sixteen tons, if it's an ounce.
(GRUNTING)
Drat it! Those Impossibles are just impossible.
- I'd better get to my helicopter and scram. - You gotta pass us first, Spinner.
I know one of you is for real.
So I'll get all of you.
You gotta be here somewhere.
- You're so right. - Huh?
Now come along quietly.
But of course.
But first I must take a long helicopter ride...
...me and my million-dollar tiara.
- What an optimist. - Let's get him.
Yeah, man.
I'll drop you a line once in a while.
They'll get a real charge out of my electrical-web bridge.
- Halt, Spinner. - It's impossible to escape us.
We're the Impossibles.
You can say that again.
Hey, guys, that web bridge is charged with electricity.
- It's up to you, Multi. - Right, fellas.
- The Spinner. - He's getting away.
So long, fellows.
It's been nice meeting you.
- Let me take it from here, fellas. - Right.
Go, Coil. Go.
With this million-dollar tiara...
...I'll be able to live in the manner to which I'd like to become accustomed.
Wha--? Who--? What gives?
I think you've about had it, Spinner.
I never have enough.
That's impossible.
That's does it.
What's the use?
It's impossible to beat the Impossibles.
Have you had any news regarding your missing million-dollar tiara, Mrs. Goldbraid?
Not yet.
(GOLDBRAID SCREAMS)
- The lights. They're out again. - Look.
My tiara, it's back.
Why, that's impossible.
That's a song cue if I ever heard one, fellas.
(PLAYING ROCK MUSIC AND SINGING)
NARRATOR: And so the amazing, incredible, invincible champions...
...in the fight against crime...
...become again, the swinging, singing Impossibles.
Until the next time.