Bob Parr rolled his eyes. Once again, his family was fighting- most likely about something his son Dash had said to his daughter Violet. Shaking his head, he walked out of his home office- where he also kept his old super suit, back when he was known as Mr. Incredible. For a minute, he felt a sense of nostalgia wash over him, as if he really was back there, but soon his kids yelling and his wife's demanding broke through his reminiscing, bringing him back to the now: taking car of his children.
"Coming honey!" he yelled, although he wasn't really sure that his wife had yelled for him in the first place. Oh well, he thought, I guess I should just go anyway. Sure enough, as soon as he entered the dining room, his children were battling it out, Dash zipping in a blur as Violet shot purple shield after purple shield at him, trying to stop him in his tracks. Helen- formerly known as Elastigirl- had her arms stretching to unimaginable lengths as she tried to get them to sit down, all eh while Jack-Jack, their one year old son, was giggling in his high-chair, banging a spoon against the table.
"Nice of you to join!" Helen grimaced as Bob gave his kids a pointed look. Immediately, they stopped fighting, quickly taking their seats.
"Any time, dear," he joked, a tired smirk on his face. Sighing, he turned to Violet and Dash, "So how was school today?" It was quite obvious in their reactions- Violet had resorted to picking at her meatloaf while Dash's face turned a brilliant shade of red that could have possibly rivaled the ripest tomato he thought he would ever see.
Of course, Helen answered for him, "Dash was sent to the office today."
"What? Why?" he asked, turning to face his son, who had a sheepish grin on his face.
"Nothing," he said nervously, the smile growing wider. Helen rolled her eyes, pointing her fork at him. A piece of wilted lettuce sat atop it, looking as if it were about to fall off- then again, all her left-overs looked like that.
"He put a tack not eh teacher's chair," she said, annoyance tinging her voice. Dash grumbled under his breath, "No one saw me. You couldn't even tell on the tape-"
"He caught you not ape?!" Bob exclaimed.
"Robert! We are not encouraging this!" Helen scolded.
"I'm not! I'm just saying-"
That's when they heard it. The doorbell, a loud bong like a clock striking twelve. Everyone froze, staring at the front door.
"You gonna get that?" Violet asked, putting her fork down.
"Did you and Lucius make plans again?" Helen asked her husband.
"Not that I know of," he said, "he called yesterday to cancel."
The doorbell rang again. Dahs jumped up from his chair, saying, "Well, I guess i better get it then-"
"Sit down young man, let your father get it," Ellen cut him off, and Dash walked leadenly back to his seat, knowing his attempts at escape were foiled. It rang once more, making Helen scowl. Getting up, she said under her breath, "Lucius better have a god explanation or this-"
Of course, when she opened the door, she was in for a surprise.