The incredibles: The cheezier, the better. (I personally don't think this is funny (since I'm not a funny person), but I guess it's worth the try.)

"Mom,"Violet yelled, "something's wrong with me!"

"What?," her mother answered back quickly.

"I...can't...move."

"What do you mean?"

"I found my powers!"

Unelasticgirl came into her daughter's room to find her trapped in a little translucent purple bubble.

"Oh, honey, I'm so glad you have finally found them! Now, noone can ever harm you when danger is in your face!"

"Wow, I can't believe this! Since I can't touch anything, I don't have to do homework! Woo-hoo."

"Anyway, honey, it's almost time for dinner."

"Shit. Can't eat. Oh, well, I'll see you later mom."

"Good luck, darling angel," and with that, the mom kissed the bubble, only to be knocked out byher daughter'stremendous force and shot into the wall. Laying on the other side, completely stiff, she laughed.

"Hahahaha. Now I can't move for a day or so, either. Oh, well, let's have dad cook."

"You bet ya!" Mr. Incredible stood at the kitchen stove, ready to perform his never-experienced techniques. He placed his hands onto the small frying pan, wrapped his wrists around it. He pulled. The pan wouldn't budge.

"Hahahaha. No need to worry, honey, this will take forever," he joyously snickered.

"Hi, dad!" Mr. Incredible's son walked in though the front door.

Mr. Incredible looked behind him at his son.

"Hey, sonny, you're home from school early. How long did you take to get here?"

"A week."

"I thought you saidit took at least a month to walk down the block from here to there," Unelasticgirl chidedin, still lying on herback like aknocked-over Egyptian statue.

"Yeah, well, I ran home."

"Good boy," both parents chorused.

Mr. incredible used his hand to gently stoke his son's head.

"Oo, Eee, Aah," he whimpered while his fingers crazed against the soft endings of his boy's hair.

"Dad, if it hurts, don't do it."

"Yeah, sorry kid."

"Honey, we can skip dinner again, right?", Helen (the mom) asked her husband.

"I guess so."

"Wow, that's 109 times in a row."

"Yeah."

"Come to think of it, let's have our young son cook for you."

"That would be nice," Mr. Incredible said, "that'll take another 24 hours. Come boy, start cooking."

"Right on, dad," the little boy yelled.

Such a happy family of super-heroes has never existed.

What's happening in the rest of the world?... who cares?

Reviews: please submit how much you thought this story wasn't funny.