When the Parr family was back in the hotel room, Vi went to bed. She didn't like running all around town looking for her brother. Well, she would do it any day for him but he was still a little annoying brat! Jack-Jack did the same, he didn't have as much stamina as the rest of the family. Bob also wanted to go to bed but Helen stopped him.
"Don't you have something to talk about with Dash?" Helen said her arms crossed.
"Aw, Helen do I have to?" Bob asked. "I mean, Dash has had a long day."
"You saw him and Janet." Helen said. "We need to tell him now, or he could get into a lot of trouble."
"Fine, I'll do it." Bob said. "But I'm not going to like it."
Bob went over to Dash's bed where he was reading a comic book. With the power of speed he doesn't where out easily. Helen had got out on the patio to give the two some privacy.
"Dash, I need to talk to you about something." Bob said sitting down on Dash's bed.
"Yeah, I need to talk to you about something too." Dash said putting down his comic book. Bob was shocked. Dash had never talked to him about anything. This was going to hard.
"Well, you go first." Bob said.
"Well, ummm…..how can I say this... you know when boys hit a certain age they sorta…..you know………with there voice and all that……" Dash said looking at the ground. 'OH NO!!' Bob thought. There was only one explanation. Dash hit puberty.
"Oh….well, I guess you just have to roll along with it." Bob said. 'ROLL ALONG WITH IT!!' Bob thought. 'That could have been the stupidest thing I have ever said.'
"Ummm...yeah I guess…..well, what did you want to talk to me about?" Dash asked desperately wanting to chance the subject.
"Well, son, I guess you're at an age where it's time for a father to talk to his son about…..girls." Bob said.
"Oh." Dash said shifting uncomterably. "What about them?"
"Well, the fist thing you have to know is that, some of them are nice, and some of them are not." Bob said, thinking he got off to a good start.
"What do you mean?" Dash asked looking up at his father.
"Well, let's take Janet and Cleo." Bob said. Cleo was a really, really, really bad girl, (and as in bad we mean like police bad) and who really, really, really liked Dash. "Cleo is this girl who is bad to the bone, been in trouble with the police and a girl who I will never let you see again. Janet is this girl who is nicer than ever, very polite and a girl who I would let you see again."
"Right." Dash said. He remembered Cleo well. The memories with her were terrible. He was glad she moved to California.
"So Dash, if you ever have a crush…just make sure it's on a girl like Janet. Not Cleo. Got it?" Bob asked.
"Got it." Dash said slipping underweight his covers.
"All right, good night son." Bob said and kissed his son on the forehead.
"Good night dad" Dash said and shut off the light by his bed. Bob went out on the patio where Helen was sitting twiddling her thumbs.
"Well, how'd it go?" Helen asked standing up.
"Well, he knows about girls and…." Bob said, trailing off.
"And…." Helen said.
"He hit puberty." Bob said looking down at the ground.
"Oh, well…..we'll have to watch that too. I'm proud of you Bob." Helen said putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Thanks. Now let's get to bed." Bob said leading the way into the hotel room. When Helen closed the door behind her, Syndrome leaped down onto the patio. He had been on the roof listening to the whole conversation. This was perfect. They boy was at a tough stage in life. So, it was the perfect time to nab him. He waited an hour to make sure the parents were asleep and opened the patio door. Stupid Parrs. They left it unlocked. He sneaked over to Dash's bed, and put duck tape over the boy's mouth. Then he tied up his hands and feet with rope. He made sure that his feet were tied very, very tight. Then he put Dash feet first into a bag and closed it. Then he quietly ran out the door, and grabbed onto the rope ladder a new helicopter was bringing down. Did I mention he tranquillized Dash so he wouldn't wake up?