Buddy Pine is slumped in the swiveling chair before his desk. He has not switched on the lamp in the darkened room, and the chocolate bar on his desk, normally his comfort food, is untouched. He spins himself his chair in a lethargic manner. When he stops, he looks up at the framed poster of Mr. Incredible that has been hanging above his desk for years.

He sighs at the memory of Mr. Incredible leaving him that day. A soon as he crumpled that newspaper and thrown it away, he had turned his back on him and had stormed off. The young sidekick had been standing there, tabby cat in his arms, for ten minutes straight. Then he had walked straight home in silence with the cat. Buddy is snapped out of his gloom by something nipping on his boot. Speaking of which…

Buddy swivels in his chair again, causing the cat to back away a bit. A gaze is held between Buddy's wary blue eyes and the cat's green ones before the boy let out a sigh. He had completely forgotten to buy cat food when he had found the newspaper, and he had not been in the mood to go back. The cat had happily swallowed the lone can of tuna in the cupboard, and had been sitting in the corner until now.

Buddy extends a hand so as to pet the cat, but the animal just turns around and walks back to the corner. Curious, Buddy gets up and follows the cat over to where it stops and stands almost smugly.

Buddy's room is filled with a scream before he runs out and to the bathroom. He rushes back in with a full roll of toilet paper. As he soaks up the pool of urine with the paper, he does not stop to think about how Mr. Incredible had assessed his chance of being a good sidekick.

The tall and plump man has been standing outside the Pine house for all night. NOt even the rising sun has been enough to raise his spirits. He knows he could have just broke in and gotten to the boy that way, but that would...it would have been so rude.

The man looks down at himself, pushing his sliding sunglasses up his nose. His purple spandex bodysuit is clinging to skin as tightly as ever, and his green hood and tights still provide a great contrast. He had changed as soon as he had seen that boy stumble into his shop with that stupid knockoff from Mr. Incredible's suit. As he had looked out the big window on the wall, he had actually seen the man himself! How could he have passed up this opportunity?!

The man sighs in relief as the boy finally comes out the door, grasping a cat in his hands and muttering obscenities under his breath. He looks up at the stranger on his front lawn and sighs, wondering how he can explain his situation.

But the stranger has lost his patience. He rushes towards Buddy, flinging off his sunglasses. Once he gets within two feet of the surprised superhero wannabe, a green ray of light emits from each of his eyes. Buddy stops still as he rays enter his own eyes, and the cat lands to the ground with a loud meow.

Mr. Incredible skips down Main Street with a forced smile across his face. Many passersby come towards him to express their sympathies and concern, but he ignores them. He just continues to pull chocolate bars out of his handbag, wolfing them down.

He had come to Helen in the night, angry and hurt after having learned that he was to stand court next Tuesday for saving that stupid suicidal man. After doing her best o console him, she had gone out and bought the bag for him, telling him that they were for improving his mood. Not even the Fry's Chocolate Cream bar had succeeded in this venture, but he was not one to defy his new wife's wishes.

As soon as he reaches the next sidewalk, someone bumps into him from behind, causing him to drop the chocolate. He spins around to apologize for being in the way, but stops cold. Buddy Pine, or Incrediboy, is standing before him. He has swapped his domino mask for a pair of sunglasses, and his body sways from side to side.

Mr. Incredible gets down on one knee and grasps the boy's shoulders. "Are you okay?" he asks. The boy merely clears his throat. "I have been looking for you, Mr. Incredible. I did not know where you were at 9 a.m., so I walked around the city to look for you." His voice is completely dull and monotone.

"You mean you have just been wandering around for two hours straight?" The superhero asks. "...Why?" The boy looks directly at his idol through the sunglasses. His neck twitches. "I want to see the Super Bank Deposit."