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Hi! This is chapter 2! Thnx to everyone who reviewed! Bye!

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Chapter 2: Craziness at NSA

The Incredibles and Invisigirls drove to the NSA.

"A broken down hospital for mental people?" Dash asked.

"Well, you don't expect a big building with a big NSA sign, do you? We'd give ourselves away! But don't worry, the inside is pretty nice." Helen answered. They up to the front desk, where a lady was sitting. It seemed to be the only thing in one piece.

"Hello, type of disease?" she asked.

"Er, one second." Bob said and pulled out a piece of paper. It seemed to be a code, with different diseases meaning different things.

"Uh, specific phobias and, uh, bipolar disorder."

"Room 0569 on the 2nd floor."

"Thanks."

As they went to the 2nd floor, Bob explained how the system worked.

"What are you talking about Dad?" Dash asked. "We're not mental! Well, maybe Vi."

"Dash!" Helen said.

"Insect." Violet mumbled.

"Dash, its a CODE. I told the lady registration-for the girls- and confirmation-for us. Other diseases mean OTHER things. I have memorized one." he said and puffed his chest out proudly.

"Relocation...is PTS...D!" They reached the room. "Now, which agent should we see?"

Suddenly, a man with ruffled brown hair started yelling like a maniac.

"Pick me! Oh, please! Pick me! PIck me!"

"...I guess him." Bob finished.

"Yeah, before he pees in his pants!" Dash said and snickered. Helen gave him a warning look.

"Hi, I'm Nick Dicker!" the man said, in a VERY very fast voice. "Isn't that great? I've been employed here for 12 years and I get an average of 1 dollar for an hour and that's because boss says people get annoyed of me and-"

"Wait. Are you related to Rick Dicker?" Helen intterupted.

"Yeah, he was my great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great-"

"Okay, we get the point!"

"Ya, so Incredibles and Invisigirls! Look at that, I and I! And my name has an I in it too! Isn't that cool?..."he blabbered on and on in his 100 million words/hr voice.

"...so now Incredibles need to confirm info and Invisigirls and Elektragirl need to enter info...so who wants to go first?"

Meanwhile, Dash was doing an imitation of Rick to Jack-Jack.

"Pick me! Oh, please! Pick me! Before I-"

"Okay then, little blonde midget goes first! Did you know that the blonde population are not the biggest? Isn't that cool? I..."

"...so Dash, what is your alarm clock noise?"

"Violet screaming when I put a thumbtack on her chair. The sound that is music to my ears." he said dramatically.

Soon, after about 3 hours, they had got through all the Incredibles-except Nikki.

Is he mental? Violet thought as he blabbered on about contrasting colours.

"...so ya, people say I talk too much, do you think I talk too much? My sister Tick-well, actually she changed it to Trick, then Trixie-"

"Wait, you're got a sister? Does she work here?" Helen asked hopefully.

"Ya, she's free, dunno why, she's so much fun, people should love her, such a nice contrast to-"

"We'll go see her then, bye!"

"Bye! Sayonora! Au revoir! Ciao!..." he kept talking, not noticing they had left.

They walked up to a lady with shoulder length brown hair, who wore a name tag that said "TICK" on it, which had been crossed out to say "!TRIXIE!".

"Oh, hi! Did you know you're my first customer for, like 3 days?"

That doesn't sound good, Helen thought.

"...anyways, here's one for you...Why didn't the chicken cross the road? Because he was too chicken! Get it? Hahahahaha!..."she continued on with a series of lame jokes.

"Uh..." Dash said.

"...anyways, you guys, the Incredibles I mean, need new names, cause they'res recently been made a movie about you, and they used your real names...so ya. Violet...now you're Violin...Dash, you're...Dumb, and Bob can be Bin, and Helen can be...Haven! And Jack-Jack can be Jub-Jub!"

"I don't play violin."

"I'm not dumb!"

"Er, bin as in garbage bin?"

"Um...Haven?"

"Waa! I don't like jube jubes! They taste bad! Can I be called Gummy Bears?"

"Oh, and your last name is now...er...Er!"

"Do you by any chance have a sister?" Gen asked with the flair of merely asking a question like 'What time is it?'

"Actually yes." Trixie said and made a face. "Her name is Gerta. Mom let her change her name completely since her grades were 'oh so good'! It used to be Lick." She snorted.

"Does she work here?"

"Ya, right there. Wow! No customers right now. Usually plenty. More than me, anyways."

"Oh my! Gerta Dicker? That's who we were scheduled to see! Sorry for the trouble! We'd better go!"

"Oh, okay. Bye!"

They hurried off to Gerta's station.

"Hello." a lady in a uniform said in a monotone voice. "You're my first client today. Client: A customer or patron."

"Your sister Trixie said you always had plenty." Cynthia said, not pointing out that they weren't stupid and knew what client meant.

"Depends on what her definition of plenty is. Anyways, what do you need today? Need: something-"

"We know what need means. We've come for Elektragirl and the Invisigirls' registration." Helen said.

They got through the registrations fairly quickly, but it was very boring, Gerta never switched voices, it was always monotone! To make things worse, there was at least one definition after every sentence.

"Is that all?"

"Actually Ms Dicker, we were hoping you could help us with something. Er, do we have to be called Haven, Bin, Dumb, Jub-Jub, and Violin Er?"

For the first time, Gerta's face showed a bit of emotion.

"I think you are mistaken. The NSA is not inclined to call you Haven, Bin, Dumb, Jub-Jub and Violin Er."

"Then what ARE our names?"

"You and your husband are Esther and Ivan. Your children are Tibby, Mitch, and Robbie. Mitch is your older one and Robbie is your younger one. You are the Smiths."

"Well, that's better! Thank you Gerta!"

"Anytime. Anytime: a term meaning..." they didn't hear her finish her sentence since they had left rapidly.

Back in the car...

"So, who do you prefer?" Nikki asked everyone.

"They're all nutheads."

"All maniatic."

"Crazy."

"Well kids, at least we didn't end up with weird names." Bob said.

"Yeah," Dash mumbled, "Imagine being called Dumb Er."

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So...was it at least a bit funny? Plz R&R!

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