(A/N: Okay, before I even start this chapter, I should say something. I have finally figured out where on earth the city of Metroville is. It's in California, near the Nevada border. To everyone who already knew that and are upset with me for not knowing it sooner, please feel free to smack me in the head…now. (SMACK!) Thank you! Anyway, now that I have this information, I have gone back and changed all references of "Metroville Time" to "Pacific Time". I am sorry for the interruption. And now, on with the story!)
Dateline: Saturday, April 25, 1981, 6:35 AM, Pacific Daylight Time.
Violet awoke on the living room floor in a sticky pile of various food items. Her hair was caked in some pudding-like substance; it felt like it had turned to straw. The odor was so strong, it made her stomach do flip-flops, backflips, and sundry other gymnastics. And the apartment didn't exactly look like a bed of roses either. Violet was absolutely disgusted, not only at the sight of her living quarters, but also at the extensive cleaning job ahead of her. It was then that she came to realize the awful truth that she had been denying for so long.
I have turned into my mother!
Violet knew she would have to spend hours agonizing over this new epiphany in the traditional feminine way…later. Right now, she needed to rally the troops and get to Edna's place before she came over there herself and hog-tied everyone to her car and dragged them all back. Again. She started by rousing Ashley.
"Come on, Blind Tracy, get up!" she said while shaking her comatose body. But there was no response. "Oh, I know what'll wake you up!" She crawled to the kitchen and retrieved a large bucket marked "FOOL-PROOF WAKE-UP SYSTEM" from under the sink. Then she filled the bucket with water from the tap. After that, she emptied the bucket of all its contents…all over Ashley. And the amazing thing was it worked!
"I'm up!" Ashley screamed.
"Good, because we've got somewhere to be today. So, get clean and get dressed."
"All right, where's the bathroom?"
Violet guided her to the shower just outside her bedroom. Vi cringed at the thought of using the shower inside of Dash's bedroom, but she knew she would have to get clean somehow. To her surprise, Dash's commode was clean as a whistle. As soon as she was finished bathing, she put in a call to her trusty brother. She had deduced that since he wasn't at the apartment, he must have seen what happened and decided to stay at Kim's house that evening.
"Dash, it's me, don't speak, listen! E has insisted that we pay her a visit so she could put together a suit for Ashley. You will be outside the gate to her house in thirty minutes, got it?"
"Yeah, sure, Vi, I'll be there…I love you too…bye!"
Dash hung up. Then he tried to come up with an excuse for leaving Kim's house on such short notice.
"That was Violet, she needs me to buy milk for her at the supermarket," was the best he could think of.
"Well, why don't I take you, honey?" she asked.
"Oh, you don't need to do that, Kim. I can take the bus."
"Okay," she said, and she said it with a tear in her voice.
Knowing that Kim was hurt, Dash kissed her goodbye. "I love you, Kimberly." And with that, he was off for the rendezvous point.
"It's great to finally see the newfangled Alpha Force in my humble home," E droned.
"Oh, please," said Violet, "this place isn't humble."
"Nah, it just needs a fresh coat of paint," said Dash, "then it'll be humble!" Of course, this prompted E to give Dash that look, you know the one! "Kidding!" he responded with a smile plastered on his face.
"Hmm, this is the new member, yes?" E asked while gripping Ashley by the wrist.
"Yes, I'm Ashley Cohen, where are you taking me?"
"That's nice, darling, but I need your codename too, if you don't mind."
"Well, I do mind, and I'm not telling you nothing until…d'oh!" Edna had accidentally led Ashley into walking into the doorway.
"What is the matter with you? Why didn't you move out of the way? Could you not see it? Are you completely blind?"
"Uh, oh. This won't be pretty," Dash whispered to his sister.
"Yes! I am!" Ashley screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Oh, excuse me, darling, I had no idea," E said in a tone that made her sound uneasy, for the first time in her life.
"That's okay, just don't do it again or else!"
Violet elbowed Dash in the rib. "You were saying?"
"Anyway, I think I have just the outfit for you, uh, what did you say your codename was?"
"Call me Blind Tracy, and I hope it's something classic, like Syndrome!"
"SYNDROME?" said Violet, Dash, and E in unison.
"Well, yeah, why not? From what I've heard, he had a classy outfit. You know, white lettering on a black background, complete with that cape…"
"NO CAPES!" exclaimed E.
"Uh, oh," said Violet, "we gotta stop her before she gets into her speech again!"
"Do you remember Stratogale?"
"Too late," said Dash.
And then E went into her standard issue anti-cape speech, which I'm sure you all have heard a thousand times.
"Okay, okay, no capes, I get it," Ashley conceded.
"Good, good, other than that, I think you were on to something with this Syndrome thing. Now, go on, your suit will be ready before your next assignment."
"I'M AFRAID THAT YOU ARE MISTAKEN IN THAT STATEMENT, MS. MODE!"
"Who said that?" asked Ashley.
"Who is that?" asked Dash.
"What is he doing here?" asked E.
Violet sighed. "I'm not 100 percent sure that he is a 'he', but that is the Wicked Wichard of the West-by-Northwest."
"And I am here to finish what I started Thursday!" s/he exulted.
"Awww, do we have to do this now?" asked Ashley, "I just ate breakfast."
(A/N: It's that time again. I think I've hit the secret recipe for the perfect Incredibles fanfiction. It's two parts mundane to one part fantastic! I am currently thinking about NOT writing a sequel to this story. It's not finished yet, and by the time I do finish, I'll be too sick to give it another thought. So when I DO finish, if you guys want a sequel, you can write it yourselves. But, I may change my mind in the near future, so forget everything I just said. Okay, Chapter 18 under construction, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!)