Dateline: Tuesday, April 28, 1981, 5:52 PM, Pacific Daylight Time.

Violet knew that if she changed into Python in her new house, the Holmesianly observant realtor would notice. Then again, did she really have a choice? Violet darted inside and changed clothes. Then she radioed the team with the details.

"I'll stall him as long as I can," Python said, "but I don't know how long that will be, so get here on the double!

"Oh, one more thing, leave Kim at home. She doesn't have a costume yet and we can't risk that kind of exposure."

Rocket, Blind Tracy, and Heartthrob all concurred.

With the troops briefed, Python burst out of the house dramatically and tore up pavement to face Herr Cannon. "So, Mr. Boom-Boom," she taunted, "we meet again!"

"It never fails!" Herr Cannon observed. "Every time I try to destroy another suburban district, you and your super team are there to frustrate me. So, what exactly were you doing here, Python? You weren't planning on moving out of your apartment, were you…Violet Parr?"

"Of course not!" Python retorted. "I would never dream of moving out of YOUR BUILDING, Jurgen Von Braun!"

"Bravo! You finally figured out who I am! Maybe you've also figured out my master plan? Well, here's what I plan on doing…" And off he went, monologuing like some evil genius Shakespearean actor. Python disappeared and quietly sneaked up on him. She wrapped her hands around his neck and tried to choke him into submission. However, Herr Cannon managed to grab hold of her invisible arm. He flung Python to the ground in front of his weapon. The impact broke Python's concentration, causing her to reappear. (She didn't break any bones, praise God!)

"So, you don't like to listen to me speak, eh?" Herr Cannon teased. "Then perhaps I should let my cannonballs do the talking!" With that, he dumped a bunch of tiny little cannonballs into a Ziploc bag and loaded his cannon with it. "Let's see if the little snake can withstand a whiff of my…" He noticed Python was nowhere to be seen. "So, we're going to play hide-and-go-seek now, huh? It's my favorite game!" He started to wheel his cannon over to where he thought Python would be.

Meanwhile, Python had returned to visibility and was cowering behind a house, trying to think of a plan of attack. Seeing him load the cannon with a bunch of little shells gave her an idea. Quickly, she formed as many like-sized force fields as she could, creating a whole bunch more than she expected. She grabbed the mini-fields in her hand and waited. When she saw Herr Cannon from the rear, she threw them all right at him.

"TAKE THIS!" she screamed at her tiny projectiles left their mark, knocking Herr Cannon off his feet. The mini-fields were gone just as soon as they hit their mark.

"I'm impressed!" Herr Cannon said. "Who would have thought you knew how to use grapeshot?"

"I prefer to call them 'Grapes'," she responded.

"Whatever. Let's see if you can take it just as well as you dish it out!" He wheeled his cannon into position, took aim, and before Python could get out of range, he fired the grapeshot!

Just then, there was a blur of blue fabric that swept by Python. When it passed by, it took the young super with it. The grapeshot left its mark on the lawn.

"What the…?" It was Rocket! "Thanks, bro. What took you so long?"

"The was a bank robbery on Baltic, and we had to do something!"

"Well, that's fantastic, you got here in the nick of time."

Rocket rushed up to face Herr Cannon. "Hey, stupid! Nobody picks on my sister but me, got that?"

Herr Cannon chortled. "I don't need my heavy artillery to teach you a lesson. I have my fists!" He came down to Rocket's level.

"Bring it on!" And before Herr Cannon could throw one punch, Rocket had delivered forty. Herr Cannon was down, but not out.

"All right," Python said. "Heartthrob, you take care of his weapon. Blind Tracy, you hold him until the police get here."

Heartthrob grabbed the cannon and made a brave attempt to lift it, but it was too heavy, even for him. So, he duplicated himself fourfold and tried again. He made sure he threw it to the west, so it would land in the Pacific, as opposed to some Nevadan's backyard.

Meanwhile, Blind Tracy tried to lift Herr Cannon off the ground, but she couldn't find him. "All right, you! It's payback time for what you did to my parents!" She scanned the area for thoughts of global domination, for she was sure that that would be on his mind. When she did find someone who was thinking of global domination, it was not who she expected.

"WOW!" she heard a child's voice scream. "You're Blind Tracy, from Alpha Force!"

"Yeah, that's me. Who are you?"

"Oh, nobody, just an adoring fan! I know you can't sign autographs, what with you being blind and all, but could you put your handprint on this Alpha Force poster I bought? Pretty Please!"

Blind Tracy was more than happy to oblige. "There you go, kid. And remember, always listen to your parents!"

As soon as the kid was gone, Python and the others stepped up behind her. "Well? Where is he?"

"Where's who?"

"Herr Cannon?"

"Oh, f-f-f-f-fudge buckets! I forgot! I'm sorry!"
Python sighed heavily. "Perfect. Just perfect!"

Rocket tried to calm his sister down. "Relax, Vi, uh, I mean Python. We'll get him next time."

"I sure hope so. Oh, man, now we have to dress out! Quick, inside!" Python shoved the team into the house she had just bought. They all changed back into street clothes.

"Okay," Violet said as if nothing had happened, "let's see if we can't close this deal today."

"Of course!" the realtor said. "I've always wanted to say that I sold a house to a band of superheroes."

"You noticed, huh?" Melancholy swept over Violet, and she nearly cried.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Call it realtor-client confidentiality."

"Thank you!"

"Hey, Vi," José commented, "You've picked out a fantastic place. When do we move in?"

"How about tomorrow?"

"Sounds great, uh, boss."
Violet chuckled. "Call me Vi, all my friends do!"

(A/N: I'm sorry if I seem a little distracted. I've already started pre-writing my newest Incredibles project, in which these kids have kids of their own. I'm still working on the title though, the only one I've got so far is "The Incredibles 3-G: the third generation of heroism." What do you think? It's a cheap knock-off, right? Hey, don't forget to hit the review button so I can see how I'm doing. And please, be honest. See y'all next time!)