Narrator: Take heed, all you crime anglers, lest you are caught in the net of The Impossibles, secret fighters of justice!
Angler: Holy mackeral! Fish again. Yuck!
Coil Man: Well, whadda ya know. I caught a genuine Anxious Angler!
Multi Man: Looks more like a sucker fish to me.
Angler: Those Impossibles are impossible. I can't can 'em, pickle 'em, hammer 'em, sink 'em, or hook 'em, but I sure can escape 'em.
Angler: I've got the real Multi trapped. I'll pickle him in vinegar brine like a herring.
(the chamber starts to fill with vinegar)
Multi Man: Wow! I'm in a pickle and no way out!
Angler: Is this the Lower Larcenia ambassador of ill will?
Angler: Let me drop you a line.
Coil Man: Bouncing barracuda! I've been hooked!
Angler: Into the sardine cannery you go-go-go!
Fluid Man: I'll bet my Aunt Tilly's surfboard, this is the Angler's secret hideout.
Coil Man: Staggerin' satillites! We've been hit!
Coil Man: Holy halibut! It's the Anxious Angler with the space data and he's getting away!