Jack-Jack put out a hand and stroked Monty's cheek.
This seemed to amuse Syndrome, and he went into another grandstanding monologue instead of taking immediate action (as he should have).
"Alas, little SynTot," he exclaimed, "Your poor herpetologist friend is no more. Heh, hah, hoo, sniggle, hee... hey! What are you doing?"
"SynTot" had just morphed into a miniature Frozone.
"Gleegh!" said Jack-Jack in triumph.
As Syndrome rushed forward the floor beneath his feet became a patch of slippery glare-ice. He skidded, losing his balance for an instant.
That was enough of an opening for Dash. Racing along the top of the seats to avoid the ice, Dash ran behind Count Buddy and struck the forward emergency exit door with a hard, super-fast kick that forced it open.
"FORCE-FIELD, VI!" Dash yelled, running against the howling air-pressure wind which was suddenly sucking everything out of the plane.
The instant Dash reached them, Violet put up a force field which anchored the three of them in place and held in a little of the air.
Syndrome, however, was not anchored down. The wind sucked him right out of the plane! The children heard him yell, then a shredding sound as something caught in the jet engine.
"Is is he dead?" Violet asked.
The three worked their way forward, breathing from the emergency oxygen masks which had fallen from the ceiling. The wind had stopped as soon as the air pressure in the plane had equalized with the outside.
They looked out the open emergency exit. There was no sign of anyone out there. Then suddenly, a hand reached up from below the door level and grabbed Jack-Jack! It was Syndrome, keeping pace with them with maximum jet-boot thrust. He flew beside them, out of reach, holding Jack-Jack in one arm.
"Pretty slick!" he yelled. "I nearly bought it back there when my cape got pulled into the jet engine, but I tore it off in time. Now, let me back in or I drop the brat!"
"Gloomph!" said Jack-Jack, which meant "No, you don't!"
Jack-Jack went through a fast series of morphs. First he was a ball of fire, absorbed from the nearby boot-jets. Then he was a heavy metallic baby, absorbed from Syndromes metal gauntlets. When Syndrome loosened his grip, Jack-Jack became the "little monster" and grabbed onto Buddy's bald head, then worked his way down along his back, clawing as he went.
But in monster form Jack-Jack had trouble with his temper and judgement. He went too far when he tore off Syndrome's rocket boots. Both the villain and the baby went tumbling toward the ocean below as Violet and Dash watched helplessly!
Violet thought fast and created a large force bubble enclosing Jack-Jack and one of the rocket boots. She tried to shrink the bubble to bring the baby and the boot together, while also keeping them close to the plane. The forces of acceleration and wind were fighting her and she nearly lost the field completely.
Finally, Jack-Jack was able to touch the boot and absorb its power. His feet morphed into mini-rocket-boots, which enabled him to fly himself back into the plane.
The three Incredibles forced the door closed and gasped lungfulls of air from the emergency oxygen masks.
"We've seen the last of Count Buddy," said Violet. "Now all we have to do is let the jet fly us to the island and rescue Mom and Dad."
Would that it were so! But alas, the unfortunate Parr children were heading for even more dire adventures.
