I WANT TO OWN THE INCREDIBLES. I HAVE INNUMEROUS EVIL PLOTS TO STEAL THEM, OR FORCE DISNEY/PIXAR TO GIVE THEM TO ME. BUT AS OF YET THEY ARE STILL NOT MINE.

If they do not surrender the Incredibles to me, then soon my army of squirrels shall rip, shred, and in any other words remove all traces of toilet paper from anywhere within a ten mile radius of the houses of any Disney/Pixar peoples, leaving them stranded! BWAHAHA!

(author coughs, then returns to partially sane state of mind) Please R&R.

-.O BWAHAHA!

Before I start this chapter, I must apologize, over, and over, and over, and over, and over again, for taking so long to update. I would be extremely surprised if I did not receive any flames or threats of extreme violence and/or castration, and would not blame anyone for giving them. I must admit, I lost my story file. Due to the start of extremely time-consuming classes I was separated from my writing for a few months, and when I returned, the file in which I had been working was no longer on my computer. This file not only contained the final chapter of my current story, but the rough drafts of five or six stories beyond. In other words, a whole lot of re-writing. And to my greatest shame, I completely lost interest.

I will now try to remain faithful to all of you who are willing to accept my apology, by re-writing all of the stories that I cannot find, and then by continuing to write more, and update as frequently as possible.

"You, Violet, will sit here and make sure that nobody finds you. While I call out a favor from my cousin."

Ben stood up and turned to leave, when Violet grabbed him by the arm. "Wait a second, are you telling me that you just want me to sit here and not do anything?"

"In a word, yes."

Violet crossed her arms, which she realized had little or no effect, as she was still invisible. She decided to speak anyways. "I did not undress and come into this meeting just to sit here, naked, and do nothing. You need to at least tell me what you're planning!"

Ben sighed, but explained, "To put it simply, I'm going to try and place two human idiocies against each other."

"Huh?"

"Just watch."

Violet let go of Ben's arm, then observed as he left the auditorium and the screaming mob. "Great, just watch. You'd think that I'd be telling him that, I'm the one with the super powers, after all." Violet sighed as she resigned herself to what was happening. "I'll do it. I'll wait and watch to see what he's trying to do. But whatever it is had better work, and he'd better do it quickly."

He did. It was less than ten minutes before Ben returned, and with him came his cousin. Violet looked up as they came into the auditorium, then started as she recognized who Ben's cousin was.

"Nigel Bork?"

The boy turned toward Violet's voice, shoved the thick rimmed and taped glasses he wore up his nose, and sniffed loudly. His acne-covered face beamed gleefully as he exclaimed in an overly nasal voice, "You recognized me!"

Ben turned to his cousin and stated simply, "It'd be hard not to. You've got to be the first person ever to be kicked off the chess club for acting too geeky."

Violet turned to face Ben, then questioned, "So how exactly is Nigel here going to help me?"

Ben turned toward the location he believed Violet to be in and smiled, "Like I said before, by placing two human idiocies against each other."

"Could you explain now? What human idiocy does Nigel represent?"

Nigel shoved up his glasses again, then stated indignantly, "I resent that remark, I have an I.Q. of one hundred and seventy-eight!"

Ben quickly consoled his cousin, then explained, "What I mean, when I say that I'm going to place to human idiocies against each other, is not that Nigel is, or represents, a human idiocy. The first of the idiocies is the mob mentality, which is the thing currently causing our problem. You see, I am assuming that most of the people out here are not actually concerned with wether or not anyone knows your secret identity. They are not doing this because of logical thought, but because everyone else is doing it and emotions are running high, because of human idiocy. Now, because they are not using logic when deciding to do this, it won't work for us to use logic to change their minds. Instead, what we have to do is use their idiocy against them. What I am going to do, is send my cousin into their midst and have him go along with them."

"Alright, so now I know what you're doing, can I ask you why? What is sending your cousin along with the crowd going to do to help?"

"If we're lucky, it will interfere with the idiocy of clique culture."

"Huh?"

"My cousin, here, is the epitomy of all things unpopular. Right?"

"I… I guess so, but what does that have to do with anything?"

Ben started to answer, but was cut off by a peircing shriek from the mob. For a few seconds afterward, there was complete silence; the mob became a crowd, and the crowd became many leaving people with an irate Tony shouting for them to come back.

Ben walked down the auditorium aisle and found Nigel sitting in one of the front rows, with an extremely smug look on his face.

"Mind telling me what happened?"

Nigel smiled up at his cousin, and then, with the nasal tone completely gone from his voice, answered, "I got tired of waiting, and carried out your plan."

"And it worked?"

"Nope. Not a bit."

Violet, greatly frustrated by the fact that she still didn't know what was going on, walked down to where the the cousins were and interupted their conversation. "Could someone please explain to me WHAT THE STUPID PLAN WAS!"

Ben turned to face her and answered, "The plan was quite simple, by…"

"I'm over here."

Ben turned again, this time actually facing her, and continued to answer. "By having Nigel join the crowd, and by having him do it right next to the more popular crowd, he would make the S.A.S.S.I. as un-popular as himself, and nobody would want to be part of it."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"Wow, that really was a stupid plan. So how did he actually manage to break up the mob?"

Nigel began to snicker.

Ben was rather indignate about having his plan slighted, but his curiousity overcame him, and he asked, "I'd also like to know, how did you do it, Nigel?"

Nigel calmed himself, then replied, "At first I did what you told me. I went down, found the people most likely to look down on me, and started to yell out like the rest of the crowd. However, after a couple minutes of being completely ignored, I decided that your plan was not going to work."

Nigel then went back to his snickering, and after a few moments Violet became impatient. "Okay, you decided that it wouldn't work. AND?"

"AND," Nigel said, attempting to appear as frustrated as Violet, "AND, after deciding that the plan wouldn't work, I grabbed Samantha Fulovit, and kissed her full on the lips." Nigel then burst out laughing, and continued for quite some time.

Ben shrugged. "That explains the loud shriek."

Violet gaped. "Is that all? You kissed her, and the entire mob dispersed for no other reason? IS THAT ALL?"

"Not entirely." Nigel was apparently over his laughing fit. "If you would go change back into your clothes, and return in a slightly more visible state, I would be happy to explain, though."

Violet was still frustrated by the fact that she didn't know what was going on, but decided that she was not going to find anything out by standing around naked. "All right, I'll get my clothes back on. But when I get back you better explain, okay?"

"Definitely."

I apologize again, for taking so long to update.

For those of you who wish to know, I give my word that I will never again take this much time to update. However, it will still take time (think one to three weeks). I still have a fairly cramped schedule, I still have a lot of re-writing to do, and I am in the process of writing another story at the same time. (If you are interested, it will be posted on under the title "Timeless Project", in the sci-fi section.)

Thank you for reading, please review, and know that I understand how naughty it is for me not to update frequently so you can keep the flames to a minimum.

Goodbye.