Meanwhile, Jack-Jack was still in the clutches of Count Buddy. He was extremely worried about what had happened to his siblings, but there was nothing he could do.
"Don't try anything," Syndrome whispered to him. "My people are under orders to shoot both your parents the instant they see you doing anything funny."
"Ghool," said Jack-Jack, meaning "You're a blood-thirsty monster."
"I can't understand a word of your babbling. I don't speak monkey," said Syndrome.
"Gibbon," said Jack-Jack, meaning "You're the stupid ape, not me."
The plane landed on the flat top of the mountain and everyone got out.
"Ok, little monkey, now you'll be our slave," said Syndrome. "You have to cook us a hot dinner or you'll be severely punished."
Jack-Jack still had a little of the telepathy he had absorbed from Everseer. He could read that Count Buddy wanted coffee and sandwiches. He could also read that Syndrome expected him to fail and was looking forward to punishing him.
Jack-Jack was so cold that it was hard imagine a fire, much less morph into one. Then a tiny bit of ash touched the tip of his nose and he realized smoke was in the air. That was enough; he filled a pan with pieces of mountain ice and flamed-on his hand under the pan. Soon he had the water boiling. He poured the hot water into cups and added instant coffee. He wasn't sure how much coffee to use, so he put four spoonfulls in each cup.
The sandwiches were trickier because all he could find was an old package of bacon. He soon got the bacon sizzling in the pan. To disguise the "off" flavor of the meat he added hot peppers and curry powder. There were several loaves of bread in the supplies, so he fried the bread in the bacon fat and made bacon sandwiches. There were no lettuce and tomatoes, so that was the best he could do.
Jack-Jack was a little surprised at his cooking skill. Perhaps he had absorbed it this morning from his mother. He served the food to the gang, saying "Gurry bac'n sanwiggees."
"Humm! It doesn't look too bad," said Syndrome. He took a big bite. "Yooow! There's too much hot pepper!"
"You said you wanted a hot meal, didn't you?" said Esmé with a suppressed snicker.
"I need something to drink," said Count Buddy. He took a gulp of the coffee. "Ugh! Too strong! Are you trying to poison me?" he asked Jack-Jack.
"Borgia," said Jack-Jack, which meant "I would if I could."
Syndrome scowled and sucked on a piece of ice. It looked like he was trying to think of a suitable punishment for Jack-Jack.
Just then, a man and a woman appeared from the trees, pulling a sled laden with documents and supplies. They both had a distinct aura of menace, so menacing that Syndrome forgot about punishing Jack-Jack.
"If you want hot, you should see what we did," said the woman.
Count Buddy rose to his feet. "Mom, Dad, it's good to see you," he said.
The man backhanded him across the face. "We don't permit anyone to call us by familiar names any more, not even you, Son. Call us 'The Man with a Beard and No Hair' and 'The Woman with Hair and No Beard.'"
"S-sorry," Count Buddy stammered. It was the first time Jack-Jack had ever seen him look afraid.
"It was bad enough when you idolized that Mr. Incredible," said the woman. "Then you went to the other extreme and decided on a flashy revenge of posing as a super yourself with his kids as your sidekicks."
"You let your lust for revenge complicate what should have been a straightforward contract," said the man. "You failed and now the government has frozen your assets."
"I know they did," said Buddy. "But what can I do?"
"Your best hope is to get your hands on the Super Snippet File and the sugar bowl," said the woman. "Nobody could touch you then."
"We've been looking for the sugar bowl all this time while we were burning down the V.F.D. headquarters," said the man. "It isn't there."
"Next we're going to burn down the Caligula Carnival," said the woman. "There are more secrets hidden there in a figurine in the souvenir shop."
"Don't worry about the Carnival," said Syndrome, "I burned it down today."
"You did?" said the man. "That's excellent work. As a reward, you may have the papers we found in the Headquarters."
He took a bundle of paper off the sled and gave it to Syndrome.
"The Super Snippet File!" exclaimed Buddy.
"Yes," said the woman. "All but one page that was left behind in the folder at Hemoglobin Hospital. The Parr children probably saw it when they snooped down there."
"We don't have to worry about the Parr children either," said Buddy. "I dumped two of them out of my plane this afternoon and there's no way they could have survived the fall. I'm keeping the last one as a slave for a while."
"Having an infant slave can be amusing," said the woman. "Just be sure to eliminate it before very long, the way I did."
The three villains retired into the plane to look over the documents, leaving Jack-Jack to wonder: what was in Snippet file, and what was in the sugar bowl?