Okeydokey, normally, I run a strict do-not-answer-questions-from-reviews thing over here, but I couldn't resist Spindle Berry's last one. Uno, thank you for pointing out the spelling thing- I'd never have caught that. Two, the Mickey thing, well, he's a die-hard runner, and Dash/Rapid Fire (should of come up with a better name) is obviously the best runner around. Not to mention supers are really cool. Thus the fascination. And C, the "Invisible Fence" thing, either I had run out of pop-tarts and had to substitute Oreos, or I had been sitting there forever until I didn't care anymore. I don't remember anymore.

Of course, now I need you guys to answer a question for me since I broke custom here. I'm doing some "research" for another Incredibles fic to come, and I need to know about motorcycles (particularly more recent ones, like a Suzuki GSX-R). How they work and how to ride/drive one. And how to build one would help. Thank you.

October! Dash and Vi had survived their first month back at school! What's more, Violet's birthday came and went, making her fifteen, making her eligible for her driver's permit. Which she got. Which is where we begin.

"Mom, what're you doing?" Dash asked from the backseat.

"I'm pulling into an empty parking lot."

"We can see that," Violet said. "Why?"

"I'm going to give you a driving lesson," Helen said, putting the rental in park. She got out of the car and circled over to Vi's door. Violet, however, did not budge.

Helen opened the passenger door. "Vi, you gotta get out of the car."

"Driving?" Vi asked, glancing at her mother from her perpetual stare out the windshield. "With you? Shouldn't we wait until, I… like… have my license already?"

"Please?" Dash added in.

"Nonsense," Helen said. "Get outta the car."

Slowly, Violet got out of the passenger seat and walked over to the driver's side, glancing often at her mother. She sat down behind the wheel.

"All right, now what's the first thing we do?" Helen asked her daughter.

"Pray?" Dash interjected.

"Hush. Vi?"

"Praying sounded pretty good, actually."

"Violet, try that again."

"Seatbelt?"

"Well, I was gonna say close the door, but seatbelt works, too."

Violet obeyed.

"Now what?" the teenager asked.

Dash motioned to his cast. "I already have one broken bone, don't break the rest of me!"

"If you're not careful you'll be goin home on those crutches of yours!"

"You two, stop fighting. Now Vi, check the review mirror. Can you see out of it?"

"I can't see around Dash's big head."

Dash stuck his tongue out.

"Enough! C'mon Vi, work with me."

Violet moved the mirror. "Now what?"

"Put the brake all the way down."

"Kay, now what?"

"Now you put the car into drive," Helen said, motioning to the stick-thing next to the steering wheel.

I shoulda waited til Driver's Ed, Vi thought, reaching for the stick and moving it until the dial below the fuel gage pointed at D instead of P.

"Now we pray!" Dash exclaimed.

"Enough Dash."

"What now?"

"You take your foot off the brake and put it on the accelerator," Helen commanded.

SCREECH, Errrk!

Vi had hit the accelerator a little too hard and then rammed back on the brake.

"It's okay!" Helen said, barely breathing herself. "It's okay!"

"You tellin' us or yourself?"

"Dash! Maybe I should have clarified," Helen said, turning towards her daughter. "Gently put your foot on the accelerator."

"'Kay," Violet said, not taking her eye off the concrete for a second for fear it would start moving on her. Slowly she took her foot off the brake and pressed on the accelerator.

"There you go!" Helen praised. "You're going!"

"You call this going?" Dash asked. They were 'going' about five miles an hour.

"Be quiet, you legless bug!" Violet said without turning to look at Dash.

"No name calling. Now Vi, see if you can make this turn around that island up there," Helen ordered, pointing to one of those spots where a tiny tree was planted to make the parking lot look more 'natural.' (A/N morons)

Violet nodded and pressed on the accelerator a little harder so it wouldn't take so long to get to the island. But she immediately hit the brake when Helen grabbed the dashboard, screaming, "Stop-stop-stop-stop-STOP!"

"WHAT! What, what is it!"

"You were about to hit the tree!" Helen shouted, pointing out the window at the tree growing on the island.

"We're like a hundred feet away!" Violet shot back.

"Yeah, Mom, she only hit about ten mph."

"Hey, you can't go much faster, so shut up!"

"Only because my leg is out! If it wasn't I could be around that island twenty times in five seconds!"

"Stop yelling at each other!" Helen shouted. "C'mon Vi, let's try this again."

Violet drove to the island and started to turn around it.

"More," Helen said, speaking of the amount of turn Vi needed. "More, more, more-"

"It doesn't go anymore!" Violet shouted.

"Look out!"

The car went up over the side of the island.

"You didn't need to turn that much!"

"You said 'More!'"

"Not that much more!"

"You said more when there was none left!"

"Guys, you're still hitting the accelerator!" Dash shouted.

Violet and Helen both looked up and screamed as they realized they were about to drive into the street. Violet slammed once again on the brake and they all nearly went sailing through the windshield. Violet instinctually put a forcefield around the car.

"Okay Vi, turn around and we'll try the island again."

So Violet practiced driving around the parking lot for another ten minutes, with only one minor accident involving a squirrel with a death wish and a lost tire. Nothing too bad.

"Okay!" Helen said happily to her disheveled daughter (seriously, we're talking fingers stuck to the wheel, hair a mess, etc. Dash wasn't much better) "How bout you drive us home?"

"What!" the kids exclaimed in unison.

"Just pull onto the road. It's only a few blocks to our street, all on a straight road."

"Okay," Violet said, driving the car up to the road. Don't blame me if we all end up dead. She turned on the left blinker.

"Now look both ways before you go."

"I'm doing that."

"Okay, go now."

Violet pulled into the street and stopped the car for a stoplight. I'm gonna drive us into a gas station and get us all blown up!

"Okay, it's green, you can go."

I know that, Violet thought, mentally rolling her eyes as she started to pull forward. Then out of nowhere some speed demon on a Harley rocketed from the right, nearly smashing into Violet.

"What the crap!" Violet screamed, her foot slipping a little so the car sped up rather suddenly. But that wasn't the main problem. The main problem was that she'd been so startled by the speedster, she up and turned invisible. But apparently when the adrenaline kicks in a super can do some things new.

Violet gasped. "Mom, I can't see the car."

"Neither can I."

"Mom, I don't know where I'm driving."

"Just don't panic."

"And do what instead?" Dash asked.

If you'd seen it,… well, what a sight it would have been. Just a reddish-brown haired woman and a blonde-haired boy with a cast floating down the street. In fact, one guy dropped his Rolex in the sewer drain.

"Mom, I can't see the stinking car! What the heck is going on!"

"Oh this is not good!"

"Mooooom…"

"What is it, Dash?"

"What if there's a cop behind us?"

Helen slapped her forehead and held it in her hand.

Meanwhile the cop was deciding whether or not he was hallucinating. The nice thing about invisible cars is that no one can take down your license number.

"Mom, our turn's coming up and I can't see the car! What do I do?"

Helen started to reach over towards where she guess the steering wheel was… and hit the radio. BAM! Can we say ear-splitting-loud bagpipes and harmonicas with yodelers?

"What kind of a station is this?" Dash shouted over the music, his hands clasped over his ears.

"How'm I supposed to think?" Violet shouted.

"Go, go now, Vi!" Helen yelled, her ears also covered.

"I can't see the car!"

"Make the turn!"

"AAARRRR!" Violet screamed as she floored it, turning the wheel blindly and really hoping the car stayed on a road and didn't end up in a ditch or tree. Dash screamed as a car nearly slammed into them just as they got onto their street, swerving back and forth across the road. It seemed Violet was beyond taking her foot off the accelerator.

So there they were. An invisible car with two people 'floating' over the street going about eighty mph on an uphill with bagpipes and yodelers blasting and everyone in the car screaming.

"VIOLET!"

"SOMEONE TURN OFF THE DUMB RADIO!"

"THERE'S A SQUIRREL THERE!"

"WOULD SOMEONE ROLL UP THE WINDOWS!"

"TURN TURN TURN TURN!"

"IT DON'T TURN NO MORE!"

"TOO MUCH!"

"OPPOSUM!"

"LITTLE OLD MAN, DEAD AHEAD!"

"GET OUTTA THE WAY!"

"THERE'S THE HOUSE, TURN INTO THE DRIVEWAY!"

"HIT THE BRAKE!"

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!

Thank God for seatbelts.

Dash had the crutches between him and the front seats, pinned to the back seat. Helen was elasti-stretched everywhere, bracing against the dash with her feet, against the door with her neck, against the driver's seat with her arm, and against the roof with her other arm. Violet was glued to her spot and practically hyperventilating. She wasn't alone.

Bob, who had been watering the lawn while Jack-Jack played in a small sandbox, stared wide-eyed at the very strange sight.

Helen was the first to move. Slowly, she de-elasti-stretched herself, reached over and, finding Violet's fingers, helped the teen put the car in park and turn it off. Only then did she and the car become visible again.

"Okay," Helen said, her voice cracking a bit. "Who's going to help me put away the groceries?"

Oh that was fun.

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