(singing) If I could have one wish tonight, I'd wish upon a satellite!
(ahem) Okay, before I say anything else, I should apologize for taking so long to get this chapter up. I'm gonna be perfectly honest: after the last chapter, I had no idea how to get to where the story needed to go. Plus I don't think I'll ever be able to top that amount of insanity. Ah well.
The particularly rattled Robert Parr, carrying a bucket in which gooey Jack-Jack napped, stared at the news anchor on the television. She'd just received a bulletin and apparently it had something to do with the Underminer.
"Oh dear!" the news anchor with bleached hair said. "It seems that the Underminer…
(a picture of the Underminer from the track meet popped up at the side of the screen)
…has returned!"
Bob lunged for the phone and dialed as quickly as he could while making a mental note of where the Underminer had sprung up.
"Yeah?" a man answered from the other side of the line.
"Dean! It's me, Mr. Incredible!"
"Oh, well hello. It's about time you called."
"I know I know! Listen, you finished it?"
"She's up and kickin', Mr. Inc."
"Good! I need it now! Come pick up my son and me! And don't call me Mr. Inc."
"Aye aye Cap'n," Dean said and hung up.
Bob ran for his bedroom closet, phone still in hand, where he grabbed his and Jack-Jack's supersuits. As he began to race back downstairs, he dialed again.
Dash was, well, in a state of shock. Move up? Grade? Sixth grader?
"I believe he'd do very well in moving up a grade," Ms. Gutchewsky was saying to his mother. "Especially in this school district."
"Why is that?" Helen asked.
"Here, sixth grade is included in the elementary school. All of the other schools I've taught at incorporated sixth grade into the junior high school. This way, Dash doesn't have to move up to an entirely different school."
Dash wasn't listening. Sixth grade. The horror…
A phone was ringing.
"Uh oh. Sorry about this," Helen said, grabbing her cell phone from her purse - the cell phone meant only for 'super' emergencies.
"Hello?…What?…Okay okay, we'll meet you there!" Helen said, then hung up. "I'm sorry, Ms. Gutchewsky, but there seems to be a family emergency."
"It's fine. We can speak another time. It was nice to meet you Mrs. Parr," Ms. Gutchewsky said, shaking Helen's hand as she and her son left the building.
They both hopped into the car and Helen hit the gas. "Dash…"
"Yeah Mom?"
"You wearing your supersuit?" Helen asked.
Dash chuckled. She looked into the rearview mirror. He most certainly was. She smiled to herself as she ran a red light. Dash move up a grade? It was almost too good to be true.
(A/N Do we smell the irony?)
"Finally, you're here!" Mr. Incredible exclaimed, bucket of Jack-Jack in hand.
"Hey, it's a long drive," Dean shrugged. "What d'you think of her?" he asked, motioning to the thing Bob had commissioned and he (Dean) had brought with him.
"It's great."
Dean looked around. Mr. Inc had mentioned a son on the phone. That's when he heard a giggle from the bucket of goo Mr. Inc was carrying as he counted out bills to pay Dean with. "Uh… that's your son?"
"I'll be back later thanks again bye!" Mr. Incredible said, taking the car keys out of Dean's hand, jumping into the car Dean had driven there in, and zooming off before Dean could say a word.
"Never changes … How'm I supposed to get home now?"
Tony stood up shakily. "V-Vi? Y-you're…"
"No time for chit-chat, move!" Violet shouted, shoving Tony down the sidewalk as more boulders came sailing in their direction.
"Whoa Violet wait!" WHAM!
Violet looked around Tony. She'd pushed him into a streetlamp.
"Sorry."
"Look at all the pretty colors…"
Violet saw a phone booth. "In in in in in!" she yelled as adrenaline pumped through her, shoving Tony in the booth before her.
"Violet!" Tony shouted, pointing to another mound of theater being thrown straight at the telephone booth.
"Out out out out out!" Violet yelled, shoving Tony back onto the street just as the rock pulverized the glass box.
"Hey hold it a second Vi!"
"D'you have a cell phone?"
"What?"
"DO YOU HAVE A CELL PHONE?"
"Yeah, here…"
"Thanks," Vi said as she hurriedly dialed.
Ring… ring… ring… ring…
"Vi?"
"Somebody pick up the phone!"
Ring…
"Uh Vi?"
"Just a second, Tony!"
Someone picked up. "Hello…"
"Dad, it's me!"
When Tony heard Violet say 'Dad,' he suddenly came to an obvious realization. "You're dad's Mr. Incredible!"
"Hush!" Violet hissed, covering Tony's mouth with her hand. What a terrible date this had become. "Dad, I got a problem!"
"…This is the Parr residence. We can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number-"
Violet mumbled angrily and hung up. She couldn't take much more of this. Tony could only watch in shock as Violet put on her mask and revealed her supersuit underneath her normal clothes.
"Vi?"
"Not now, c'mon!" Violet said. She threw her purse/bag containing her normal clothes into an alley way. "Don't let me forget those!" she ordered Tony.
"Uh, Vi?"
"Yeah Tony?"
"Exactly… I mean… when were you… you're…?"
Brain fart.
Violet looked blankly at Tony as he tried to figure out what to ask.
"Uh…"
"Violet!"
"What- Waaa!" Fft.
WHAM! Another boulder fell at them.
Tony didn't dare open his eyes. His face cringing, he asked, "Did we die?"
Violet was also cringing. "Dunno. Do you want to open your eyes or should I?"
"I will." Tony opened one eye and sighed with relief. Violet opened her eyes too and released her forcefield. "C'mon," she said to Tony, motioning for him to follow her as she jogged down the sidewalk.
"Where're you going?"
"If I can't call my dad, we'll just have to go to him." She turned to continue jogging down the sidewalk when-
Zoom zoom!
Violet's face dropped in annoyance as the family rental car and another car that Mr. Incredible was driving zoomed past her. (A/N just like the car commercial!)
Dash and his mother pulled sharply into the theater parking lot where the Underminer, the 'Mole,' and his Robot Rats were waiting. They jumped out of the car. Mr. Incredible, who'd been driving the car behind them, hopped out of his car too, the bucket in hand.
"Honey?" Elastigirl asked, staring at the bucket. "Why is Jack-Jack in a bucket?"
Mr. Incredible looked down at the bucket. Sure enough, Jack-Jack had morphed back to his usual self, suit and all. "It's a long story."
"Whoa, Dad! Where'd you get the car?" Dash exclaimed, sprinting to the car Mr. Incredible had brought. The car itself had been Dean's commission. And it was a supercar. It looked like something close to the Batmobile, except built to seat eight. Also, there was a red 'i' on the hood of the car.
Elastigirl also noticed the car. "Oh no. Don't tell me you-"
"Look out!"
A giant Robot Rat landed on the rental. Dash looked around for who'd warned them, but only saw a girl and some guy on the sidewalk across the street.
Elastigirl rubbed her forehead. "We're going to have to pay for another rental, aren't we?"
Dash nodded.
"INCREDIBLES!" the Underminer shouted from his 'Mole' of a soapbox. "Tonight you shall fall to my undying fury!"
"Does this guy ever shut up?"
"Already I have taken one of your lot! The rest of you shall fall next!" the Underminer continued.
"What is he talking about?" Elastigirl asked. "'Taken out one of our lot?' We're all here!" Then it dawned on her. Violet wasn't there. She was out on a date with that Tony boy. At a movie theater.
Dash and Mr. Incredible realized this as well.
Dash looked between his parents. "He… h-he doesn't mean that…"
"I most certainly do! I've torn this place apart! The young 'super' is no more! Now my Robot Rodents, finish them!"
Several of the group of machines approached the family of supers. None of the Incredibles knew what to do; their minds raced with thoughts of Violet. The Underminer laughed harshly as the robots got steadily closer to their targets. Mr. Incredible was filled with guilt. He'd lost Vi once before at Nomanisan. Even after all that, had he still failed to protect his family?
"Finally!" the Underminer shouted. "Finally I shall have my revenge for-"
"HEY MOM!"
Mr. Incredible, Jack-Jack, Dash, and Elastigirl spun around.
The Underminer screamed. "WHAAAAAAAAAT!"
Sure enough, there was Vi, a safe distance from the action, yelling her face off so she could be heard over the roaring engine of the 'Mole.' Needless to say, the Underminer was having a bit of a temper tantrum and Elastigirl was jumping up and down with joy.
"You guys take care of the mice, I'll go see Vi!" Elastigirl ordered the boys, sprinting to her daughter.
"Sure, fine, leave it to us," Dash said sarcastically as he gawked at the machines that were each at least ten times his size.
Violet and Tony waited as Elastigirl ran towards them. Not slowing down. Speeding up… uh…
Elastigirl barreled straight passed Tony and into Violet, hugging her like nobody's business.
"You're alive you're alive you're alive you're alive you're alive you're alive you're alive you're alive you're alive you're alive you're alive you're alive you're alive you're alive you're alive you're alive!"
"Yes Mom. I'm alive."
Elastigirl seemed to be having trouble containing her emotions. Or listening for that matter. "Thank God you're alive!"
"We covered that, Mom."
"You had me worried sick!"
"Don't get sick on me."
"You are never leaving the house again!"
"Mom!"
"Don't take that tone of voice with me young lady I did not carry you for nine months to be treated like that Who are you?" Elastigirl said pointing at Tony for the last part.
Tony smiled awkwardly and sort of half-waved.
"Violet," Elastigirl said in a questioning/scolding voice, letting her daughter out of her chokehold. The love fest was over.
"Mom," Violet said, smiling uneasily. "This is Tony."
Helen drew in her breath and closed her eyes, bracing herself for what she knew very well was going to come.
"Mom, we have a small problem."
"HONEY, WE COULD USE A HAND!" Mr. Incredible shouted from the fight scene. At the moment, he was holding the jaws of one of the rats open so as to keep Dash and Jack-Jack from being eaten.
"JUST A MINUTE!"
"YOU DON'T HAVE A MINUTE!" shouted the angry Underminer.
"SHUT UP!" Tony yelled.
Violet and Elastigirl looked at Tony funny.
"What?"
Elastigirl shook it off. "Vi, you and Tony stay right here. If you move, you are grounded for a month." With that she sprinted back to the action.
"Supers get grounded too?" Tony asked.
"More than you know."
"What'd I miss?" Elastigirl asked as she reached the boys.
"Only a whole lot of fun!" Dash shouted as he ran by, several rats chasing after him. He continued running, turning onto the street, leading the rats away from the theater. An eighteen-wheeler loomed ahead of him in the distance.
"Score."
Dash looked over his shoulder at the trailing rats. The semi was getting closer. A block away… half a block… 100 feet… Dash ducked at the last second as the truck passed over him, hugging the ground as he heard metal crash and scrape. Finally, when the truck had stopped moving all together, he crawled out and looked at the front of it.
He grinned. "Just like bugs on a windshield!" Zoom, he was gone, back to the theater.
Well, it was more like a parking lot now.
However when Dash reached the theater/trashed lot, he was horrified to find the Underminer gone, along with his family. In their place was a bunch of cops and crime scene investigators. And the mayor.
Dash skidded on the asphalt of the street and ran into some nearby trees. "Oh this is bad." All of a sudden, the white circle of the 'i' on his outfit started to blink and beep. Loudly.
"Who's over there?" a cop (who had been frozen stiff in a jewelry store once, if you get my drift) yelled.
Dash began to panic. "Shut up!" he hissed at the 'i' as the cop started to walk towards the trees. He put a hand over the dot, but it just got louder.
"Come out with your hands up!" the cop stuttered as he entered the woods.
Dash wanted to run so bad it hurt, but he just couldn't. Cops had guns. The end. He began to back away from the approaching shadow of the man, and backed into a tree. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as his worst video-game-induced nightmares were about to come true.
…
Dash opened an eye. Then both, because he was shocked at what he saw. It was a cop-sicle. Not a Popsicle, a cop-sicle.
"Over here!"
Dash looked around. Frozone was hanging out of the passenger seat of the funky car Dad had driven up in. Dash leaped inside the car and they were gone.
Trust me, this version is better than the old one. Still kinda sucked, but I like it anyways.
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