Sartorial Assistance

When it comes to assistance, we've never needed much, you know? Armed as we are with our knowledge of Unbelieva-Zen, Unbelieva-Fu, handling weaponry (including the incredibly useful Lobster Rage Fist), making things go KABOOM,  and our use of witty barbs and sarcastic put-downs courtesy of Dag Nabbit, we're pretty much unstoppable, as our many foes will testify. 

Now available in Russian!

But there is one more weapon in our arsenal that is like the cherry on top of the bun, the icing on the cake, the bee's knees, the cat's pajamas (get on with it! - Ed.)in short, the dog's bollocks, it is our sweet, sweet style.

It's no secret that we have been fashion icons since before fashion icons were even a thing. 

You may laugh and scoff, but let me tell you - being armed to the teeth and skilled in martial arts is one thing, but being armed and dangerous while looking amazing is quite another.

We may not look armed, but do not fool yourself into thinking that you are safe for even a second.

Think of all your action heroes - Van Damme, Schwarzenegger, Seagal, etc. Ever see any of them pull off ponchos and cardigans quite like us? No. Because they can't handle the cravat and the belted cardigan, the corduroy and the jumpsuit. But us - well, you know we can. 

Only we can look this cool and relaxed after having booted Henri Petit out of a window or thrown Little Debbie's henchmen down six flights of stairs while mixing a pitcher of Moscow Mules and flipping on the latest from Esquivel!

So, make no mistake, evil-doers! We will get you and stop you from doing evil, and we'll look immaculate while doing it. 

When Unbelievableness Goes Awry

Everyone loves The Unbelievables.

But some folks can take our fashion sense a bit too far ...

Be careful out there, people ...

Summer is here

Even though it has nothing to do with the Summer Solstice, Memorial Day Weekend is generally considered the beginning of the season of summer. That sounds good to us. We love swingin' in the summertime. It's time to get into the heat that's coming off the street and eat to the beat where the elite meet to be discrete.

It means it's time to adjust our styles (and our clocks...or did we already do that?) accordingly.



No more of this...

But plenty of this...

Is Michael even wearing a suit??

Time to put this thing in storage...

And get this gorgeous babe out of dry dock...

Far less of this...

But plenty more of this...

And always dressed appropriately, of course.
As in, not like this...

But definitely like this...

"Where's Jeff? Oh, we sent him to fetch a jar of pickles. Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Comfort ... And Style

Jeff came running into the opulent lounge of the Unbelieva-Base one afternoon bursting with exuberance:

"Guys! Guys! Guys! Great idea here! We're now selling Tees!"

Clark and I looked at each other, puzzled. I could tell Clark's mind was spinning with different ideas and I'm certain he could tell mine was doing precisely the same.

"Tease?" Clark asked.

"Yup! Tees! Great idea, don't you think?"

"Ts?" I asked.

"Exactly! It'll be great!"

Clark and I exchanged looks once again."You know ... he might have something there," Clark admitted, stroking his chin. "Let's go out to the garage for a minute ..."

The three of us headed down the hallway to the garage exit. Once there, Clark opened a cabinet, took out a bunnet and cravat, put them both on and leaned against his Corvette with his arms and legs casually crossed, completing the look with a raised eyebrow.

"You're right, Jeff. Nothing garners the attention of the ladies ("Hello, Ladies!") like a good tease ..."

Not exactly what Clark looked like leaning against his Corvette ...

... but you get the picture.

Jeff countered "No, no, no. Tees ... I mean tees ... !!!"

"Oh! I gotcha, Chief!" I ran out of the room and came back lickety-split in a tailored pair of trousers, a fitted long-sleeved shirt and jacket. I was in my disco best. "Tah-dah! I'm dressed to a 'T' ... though you know I prefer pantlessness. Still, I know what turns heads!" I exclaimed.

Put them all together and  << BOOM >>  it's me.

Jeff sighed and shook his head at the floor. "Wrong! I mean Tees as in T-shirts! We've got a golden opportunity to cater to the average Joe and Joette and T-shirts emblazoned with our likeness, calling out The Unbelievables, is just the ticket! Those kinds of Tees ..."

"Yeah ... that'll work" Clark said at the exact same time I did. 

Jeff beamed ...

"The Unbelievables on a T-shirt ... just for me?"

Yep. Get yours today right here. You're welcome. 

Unbelievaclothiers

Being the stylish gents that we are, it's only natural that we would dabble in clothing design from time to time. Usually, it's at the request of an equally stylish celebrity, head of state or other person of influence.

Often, it's an extravagant piece of jewelry...

Perhaps some evening wear...

Maybe something for a formal occasion...

Or even intimate situations...

But until now, we haven't designed anything for the average Joe or Joette. Well, that changes now! Presenting the Unbelieva-T!

I can't say George Clooney has one. But he wants two of them.

That's right! An all-purpose classic t-shirt, perfect for anybody and absolutely ANY occasion! As it says in the catalog:

"Now you can show your allegiance to your favourite butt-kicking stylish crimefighters The Unbelievables with these high quality tees - just perfect for lounging by the pool, staking out the local donut shop, making a batch of whipped potatoes - or even when attending an all-day Unbelievinar on the importance of lapels."

For the unbelievably low, low price of just $18 for fellas and $21 for ladies, these sexy tee's are available in Jeff black, Michael green, Clark purple, Marissa pink and Doo-doo brown (as shown) in sizes up to 4X. And they look absolutely fantastic crumpled on someone's bedroom floor.
Get yours today RIGHT HERE!!

The Fact Of The Matter

Everybody survived Valentine's Day, right?

Super. That's good to hear. Then we can move along, secure in the knowledge the "holiday" is not only well behind us but that we won't have to poke that particular lion with a stick until next year. On to other matters ...
 
... but before we do, let's review a few facts about The Unbelievables for a moment, shall we? 

• It's a given The Unbelievables are exceptional crime fighters of unparalleled degree. (Duh.)
• It's also a given we're mavens and front runners of fashionable attire. (After all @StylishGents IS our Twitter handle. Need anything more be said?)
• Additionally it's a given we have no equal when it comes to wooing / entertaining / humoring etc. the ladies. (Hello, Ladies!)

However ... there's a certain little known fact most of you don't know about us you might find surprising. (And let's be honest: There have been tons of times you've been startled / pleasantly pleased by revelations The Unbelieveables have offered. You might have even found yourselves jealous of these revelations. And you know what? That's okay. Not everyone can be an Unbelievable. It's an ultra-rare occasion when someone is included in our little circle of "Wow.")

Anyway, that additional little known fact:

The Unbelievables developed speed.   

Yes. "Speed." The thing that gives "fast" its fastness, "swift" its swiftness and "zip" its zippy-ness.

That speed.
Don't get us wrong: This isn't some shenanigan akin to Al Gore developing the internet or Los Del Rio introducing The Macarena.

Father (ahem) of The Internet

Ummmmm ... no ...

We're talkin' good old fashioned get up and go here. Speed, baby ... speed.

"But Michael ... hasn't "speed" been around for a long, long time?" you're probably asking right about now. And that would be a pretty good question. I'm confident you'll be surprised by the answer.

Clark? Jeff? Take it away, boys ...