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. 

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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 ...

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.