Dateline: Friday, July 3, 1981, 12:01 PM, Pacific Daylight Time.

A short two months after the defeat of Herr Cannon, Alpha Force's popularity has never been higher. Everything they did was newsworthy. Everyone swarmed around them like crazed bees. There was a generous stock Alpha Force comic books in every novelty shop throughout California, along with action figures, an animated series, even Alpha Flakes Cereal.

Yes, Alpha-mania had a hold on every citizen in Metroville. Well, not every citizen. With this newfound flood of fans, Ashley, Dash, José, Kimberly, and Violet haven't had a moment's peace. As the response to their daring deeds surged, the sandbagged supers began to enjoy their secret identity lives more and more. Today, they were enjoying lunch at a local outdoor bistro, out of costume, and out of the public eye.

"This is nice," Kim said to nobody in particular. "The five of us, eating lunch together, in public, not worrying about our jobs…"

"Our jobs?" Violet asked rhetorically. "Excuse me, but I'm the only one of us who has found gainful employment, although someone else came really close…" She eyeballed her brother in contempt.

"It wasn't my fault!" Dash objected, "I had a broken leg, so I couldn't work!"

"Guys, knock it off!" Kim interrupted. "I wasn't talking about that kind of job."

"Oh," Violet said flatly. Her face had turned as red as Ashley's hair. "Well, I still think that it isn't fair for me to be the only one supporting us."

"Will you chill out, Vi? I've got an interview with someone this afternoon. Pass the ketchup, please?"

"I appreciate that Dash, but maybe someone else could perhaps get a job as well?"

"Don't look at me!" said Ashley. "You can see why I can't work, and so can I. In fact, it's one of the few things I can see."

"I'm not going to take some dead-end job right away," Kim added, "that's why I'm going to college."

"I thought your lifelong dream was to have children," said José.

"Yeah, but I want something to fall back on in case Dash and I get divorced."

"Divorced?" Dash shouted in surprise. "Kim, we're not even married yet, and you're planning for our divorce? Don't you still love me?"

"Of course I do, shookums," she answered, to the uproar of laughter from her compatriots. "As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted," she continued, "if you really want this to happen…"

"You mean our wedding?"

"…No, I mean the wedding of the Queen of England. Of course I mean our wedding! If you really want it to happen, why haven't you set a date?"

Dash was struck mute. He drummed the table with his fingers. His fiancée's stare penetrated his soul like a villain's evil death ray. He was under such duress that he blacked out for about 10 seconds. When he came to, Kim was hugging him.

"Thank you, Dash! Thank you thank you thank you!"

"You're welcome, baby. Who loves you?" He had no idea what she was talking about, but he had a feeling that he wasn't going to like it.

"Oh, my gosh! I have so much I need to do! Violet, come with me!" And they departed with Rocket-esque haste.

"I'm sorry, you guys, what did I miss?"

José filled him in on the details. "You just promised Kim that you guys would get married on the fourth of July."

Dash laughed to mask his udder shock. "I gotta go!" he quickly spat out before he ran off as fast as you would expect him to.

Ashley sighed as Dash departed. "I love it when he panics like that. I think it's kinda cute."

"Oh, jeez, you love him, don't you?" José recoiled in terror.

"Am I that obvious?"

"Even when the man is getting married tomorrow? Don't you got no shame, woman?"

"I know it's wrong, but…(sigh)…it feels so right!"

"All right, listen, we can't let Dash or Kimberly find out about this!"
"Right, right," Ashley agreed. "Should we tell Vi?"

"No, she can't keep a secret to save her life."

"Huh?"

"From her brother," José added quickly, "she can't keep anything from her brother, so, no, don't tell Violet. Speak of the devil, here she comes now."

Violet sat back down in the same spot she had been sitting in. "You guys should see it, Kim is kicking butt left and right and the bridal store just up the street…" Her voice trailed off when she noticed the other empty seat. "Where's Dash?"

"I think he went to go talk to Kim or something, I don't know." José offered.

"Did you guys notice anything odd about my brother when he set the date?" Violet asked.

Ashley explained what happened to Dash.

"Yeah, I figured as much. Oh, well, no matter."

"I just hope the press doesn't find out about this."

Dash was expecting the love of his life to run to the nearest bridal boutique, and sure enough, there she was.

"Kim, honey, listen…" and he told her about his little panic attack.

The young lady held her head in disappointment. "So, you didn't really mean what you said?"

"No, I'm saying that at the time, I had no idea what I was saying, but now that I know what I said, I guess I realized that's what I wanted to say even though I don't remember saying it. Wait." Dash shifted his eyes skyward as if thinking hard. "Yeah, yeah, that's it."

"Are you saying you do want to get married on Saturday?"

Dash opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing. After a while, he said, "Yes."

"Great! Oh, no wait, you promised me you were going to do two things before we got married…"

"I remember what they are, and I will do them. Don't worry."

"You'll get a real job and hock that stupid gun of yours?"

"Yes."

"By tomorrow?"

"Honey, it's me."

"All right, dear. Good luck!"

Dash kissed his bride-to-be goodbye and sped away.

(A/N: Before I go further, let me explain why I scrapped The Incredibles 3-G. The truth is, it wasn't going the way I expected it to. That's what I get for not prewriting! But this story is prewritten, and I am going to complete it, someday. I promise I won't delete this story. Chapter 2 is under way, so stay tuned!)