Narrator: So beware, you get rich quick schemers, or you'll be stopped in an instant by The Impossibles, secret fighters for justice.
Multi Man: It's no use, Mr. Instant. You're going to spend the next twenty years (hits Mr. Instant with his own inta-gun and forms a prison around him) in an instant jail!
Mr. Instant: Let me out of here this instant!
Coil Man: Tremblin' transistors! We've been fooled!
Mr. Instant: Mind over mattress.