Harlan changed into his Super suit and tossed his duffel bag into a passenger seat.

"Ow!"

"Vincent!" Harlan said angrily as his son materialized.

"It's not my fault!" Vincent explained as fast as she could. "Ash ran away and I knew I'd get blamed for it and – "

"That's not true!" Ash loudly interrupted, popping up from behind a seat. Harlan threw his arms in the air. They were both in the plane. "You said, 'Something's up with Mom,'" Ash continued hotly, "and, 'We hafta find out what,' and it was your idea, your idea, one hundred percent all yours all the time idea!"

"I thought he'd try to sneak on the plane so I came here and you closed the doors before I could find him and then you took off," Vincent argued. "It's not my fault!"

Harlan's expression suddenly changed. "Wait a minute, you left Jackie alone?" he asked them.

"Yes, Mom! I'm completely stupid," Vincent said sarcastically. "Of course we got a sitter! Do you think I'm totally irresponsible? Thanks a lot!"

"Well, who'd you get?" asked Harlan anxiously as she dialed home.

"You don't have to worry about one single thing, Mr. Parr. I've got this babysitting thing wired," Jackie's new thirteen-year-old babysitter said.

"Kerry?" said Harlan uncertainly.

"I also brought Mozart to play while he sleeps because leading experts say Mozart makes babies smarter," Kerry continued.

"Kerry – " Harlan interrupted.

"- and the beauty part is the babies don't even have to listen 'cause they're asleep!"

"Kerry, I really don't feel comfortable with this. I'll pay you for your trouble, but I'd really rather call a service."

"There's really no need, Mr. Parr. I can handle anything this baby can dish out. Can't I, little boobily boy?" Kerry cooed at Jackie.

A warning signal sounded from the cockpit. Harlan's eyes widened. He ran to the cockpit. The white trail of a missile – coming straight for them – was visible above the clouds.

Harlan grabbed the headset as the rocket roared toward them. "Friendlies at two-zero miles south-southwest of your position, disengage. Over!" Harlan yelled into the headset. "Disengage!"

Ash and V exchanged frantic glances. The red light above their heads flashed FASTEN SEAT BELTS. Panicked, they tried to buckle in, but it was too late. The jet took a dive, slamming them into the ceiling. The missile smoked by as Harlan tried to call for help.

The jet was in a dive, the ocean coming straight at them. Harlan yanked back on the controls. The nose came up enough for the plane to skim the waves before it finally turned upward.

Harlan saw two more missiles appear on her screen. He whirled around to Vincent.

"V! You have to put a force field around the plane!" Harlan shouted.

"But you said we weren't supposed to use our powers – " Vincent protested.

"I know what I said," Harlan told him. "Listen to what I'm saying now!"

In the prison cell, Mrs. Incredible had heard the entire radio transmission.

"I've never done one that big before!" he heard Vincent say.

Then he heard Harlan shout, "Vincent! Do it now!"

"Call off the missiles! I'll do anything!" Mrs. Incredible yelled.

"Too late," Syndrome told her coldly. "Fifteen years too late."

Inside the jet, Harlan turned back to the radar screen. The missiles were closing in fast. There was no time left.

Harlan threw off the headset and leaped out of her seat. She stretched herself around her two children.

Mrs. Incredible saw the missile register a hit on the radar screen. She closed her eyes in grief and horror.