Some of you are probably aware that The Incredibles does not take place in the present (more like somewhere in the 1960s). However, in this story, let's say The Incredibles and Big Hero 6 both exist in the present. There will be an in-story explanation for that.

By the way, this story takes place between the first and second Incredibles movies. Some of this chapter will feel like deja vu, but let's just say there's explanation for why it starts much like a scene in Incredibles 2 (I hope I'll remember to explain that later, but either way you guys might be able to figure it out ;). The other deja vu moments can be attributed to callbacks.

Chapter 4

Incredibles Assemble!

Across the sea, in an American suburb, a family bickered at the dining table. In their social lives, they were known as the Parrs. To the world, they were known as one of the greatest super hero families of all time.

"WE wanna fight BAD GUYS in PARIS!" demanded the second youngest child, Dashiell, or ''Dash as his friends and family often called him.

Baby Jack Jack babbled in enthusiastic agreement with his older brother. At least, it sounded like agreement. Who could really tell?

"It defines who I am," Dash declared, puffing up his chest in an attempt to take on an epic stance.

His father, Robert, 'Bob' for short, tried to reason with him: "That doesn't mean you have- What?"

"Someone on T.V. said it," Dash explained.

"Super heroes. Are. Illegal," Helen, his mother, emphasised as she stepped into the room. "That doesn't change because we all woke up this morning with some inexplicable urge to go to France. We only got away with fighting Syndrome because he was a problem far too big for the police and military. Even so, we got lucky. If some big villain like, say, the Underminer pops up, the authorities probably won't take too kindly if we push our luck and try to bring him down. That said, I checked booking for flights to France-"

"AWESOME!" Dash cheered before darting away with inhuman speed.

They could hear him rummaging through the bedrooms for a few seconds before returning with two suitcases stuffed to the brim.

"I've packed all the essentials so we're all set!" Dash happily declared.

The teenaged Violet glared at him. "You went through my stuff? You better not have read my diary, insect."

"Oh, come on," Dash protested. "I only flipped through a few pages. Nothing more than unusual. Don't I at least get a 'thank you' for packing for my sister?"

More than a little irritated, Violet subtly dug her nails into the table. She glanced about. Too many witnesses. If she wanted to punish him for his invasion of her privacy, she would have to do it when no one could hear him scream. Or she could relax and let it go this time. Violet chose the second option. Her unrepentant little brother didn't deserve such an gracious big sister, she thought.

"Fine," Violet began. "I appreciate you packing for me. You just better have kept your icky little unmentionables as far away from mine as possible."

The impish smirk on Dash's smug little face told her otherwise.

Violet gave a feral snarl, and even before she pounced across the table Dash was screaming "HELP! MURDER!" As far as Violet was concerned, witnesses or not, the little goblin had to pay! However, she suddenly found herself frozen midair, thanks to Bob catching her just before her pounce reached Dash. Curiously, he had never done that before, usually resorting to verbal rebukes. Perhaps with their recent adventures fresh in his mind, Bob's heroic persona was constantly simmering beneath the mediocrity of his civilian identity. Now, especially now, it didn't take much to make Mr. Incredible jump into action.

He gingerly placed her back in her seat and she folded her arms, dissatisfied.

"Whoa-ho-ho!" Dash exclaimed. "Where'd you get the panther-like reflexes, Dad?"

A proud smile tugged at Bob's lips. "When you do hero work as long as I did, you learn to think fast. Besides, your mother told me Violet pulled a stunt like that before, so I was half-expecting it."

*Ahem* Helen cut in. "As I was saying, I checked booking for flights to France. Not because we're going go there, but because I was curious. Turns out we're not the only ones suddenly thinking about France. Flights to Paris are overbooked across several states."

"That means this is bigger than a villain attacking a city!" Dash reasoned. "Whatever's going on, it's affecting everybody! The Incredibles should be in Paris solving this mystery!"

"The … Incredibles?" Bob asked.

"Yeah!" Dash went on. "That's what a lot of people online are calling us."

Bob sat back as he thought of the name with a light in his eyes. "The Incredibles. I like the sound of that."

"Not you too, Honey!" Helen exclaimed. "We don't know if whatever's happening requires The Incredi-, I mean, us! If we show up in costume and there's no party, both the French and the American governments will have our heads! In fact, they'll probably have our heads even if we're neede-"

*Ding dong!* went the doorbell.

Helen stretched he elastic arm waaaaaaay across the room to open the door as she continued: "We can't afford to put ourselves jeopardy like that again. Am I making any sense here?"

She turned the knob and pushed the front door open.

Everyone stared at her in shock.

At first she did not understand, until she remembered what she was doing: stretching! Whoever was beyond that door would have seen her using her powers when she opened it. She quickly withdrew her arm, but even if they hadn't spotted it, they would ask themselves how the door had opened when there was no one close enough to open it. Since their adventure on Nomanisan Island, the family had found themselves accidentally using their powers more frequently. However, Helen would have never guessed that it was she who might have blown the family's cover.

They shifted their gazes to the door to see who had likely discovered their secret.

The African American man at the entrance laughed. "Chill. Your secret's safe with me."

"Lucius!" Bob exclaimed in relief upon seeing his old friend.

Helen touched her chest and sucked a few heavy breaths, as though being resuscitated from a heart attack.

Bob went on: "How ice of you to drop by!"

Lucius was not amused. "Look, Bob, we're friends but I gotta tell you straight: that pun barely worked the first time and it's definitely not gonna work now."

Bob raised his hands in surrender.

"So … what brings you here?" Helen asked, still slightly shaken from the scare.

"Honey and I are taking an impromptu vacation to Paris," Lucius explained. "We wanted to know if you were interesting in house-sitting the apartment for us."

Normally, Dash would have been happy to house-sit in Lucius's cushy home. However, he was too busy throwing a tantrum to care.

"Why does EVERYONE get to go to Paris EXCEPT US!"Dash demanded.

"We can't just hop on a jet like that!" Violet countered.

Dash slumped into his chair and pouted. "I blame it on our less-than-incredible income."

The boy's eyes brightened as he noticed the bag slung over Lucius's shoulder.

"What's that?" asked Dash, wondering if Lucius was leaving them some kind of parting gift.

The man chortled. "The vehicle's so chock-full of luggage that this fell through the door when I got out. Stuffing it back in would have been too much of a hassle, so I decided to lug it with me. Heh, funny that it's my super suit of all things."

Bob and Helen exchanged glances.

"Why are you taking your super suit?" asked Helen.

"Funny story," Lucius began. "I wake up last night in a cold sweat. All I can think is 'Paris! PARIS! PARIS!' Honey gets up a few moments later and immediately starts making 'subtle' hints about wanting to go to Paris too. We quickly pull out the laptop and check booking for a flight. Whaddya know? The flight's overbooked! We check for another. Again, overbooked! Luckily, Honey was able to work a bit of her womanly wisdom and we nabbed a flight. Seconds later, it's overbooked too! Across the country, it's the same! Something is definitely up, and if it calls for a super, ol' Frozone will be there to turn down the heat."

"TAKE ME WITH YOU!" Dash cried out.

"YA GOT SCHOOL, SO PIPE DOWN!" Violet snapped.

Jack Jack began to bawl.

Dash pointed at him in vindication: "SEE? Jack Jack's protesting! He wants to go too!"

"I think he just wants us to quit screaming," Violet guessed.

Helen picked up Jack Jack and tried to hush him, but he reached his pudgy little hands towards Bob.

"I think he wants you," Helen told her husband.

Bob attempted to take the baby, but he clung to both of his parents.

"I guess he wants both of us," Bob reasoned.

They held the baby between them. Jack Jack's crying subsided somewhat, until he extended his hands towards his siblings and squealed once again.

Violet and Dash exchanged looks before making their way to their younger brother.

"What is this? A group hug?" asked Dash, who was still dragging the suitcases.

The baby gurgled, almost content when the entire family had gathered around him. Almost. He threw his arms towards Lucius and whimpered. When the man hesitated, he got louder and louder until Lucius hustled to him and he calmed down.

"Is this normal?" asked Lucius.

Bob shrugged. "No, but if it makes him feel better then-"

Suddenly, swirling lights emanated from the baby and engulfed their surroundings.

As quickly as they came, the lights cleared but the familiar dining room never reappeared. Instead, they found themselves at the edge of a waterway in a city. The architecture alone suggested that this was no American town. When they looked along the river and saw the Eiffel Tower standing proud in the distance, there was no denying the incredible truth.

They were in Paris.

Jaws loose, they all looked at Jack Jack, who giggled and clapped as if very pleased with himself.

"That … was freaky …" Lucius exclaimed.

"You have POWERS?! YYEEEEEAAAH, BABY!" Bob cheered, lifting Jack Jack into the air as if he were baby Simba himself.

"Coolest. Brother. EVER!" Dash chimed.

Helen rebuked them with a harsh whisper: "We're in public!"

Bob lowered Jack Jack self-consciously and looked about. Across the waterway, he could make out the nondescript figures of pedestrians and cars too far to pay them any mind. To the left, the brick walkway on which they stood was empty. The closest sign of life was a boat drifting atop the water in the distance. Behind them was a large, stone wall. At the top of that wall, the street and the rest of the city stretched. So far so good. They had all the privacy they needed. Bob looked to the right aaand …

His brain went into red alert.

A man and a woman were coming towards them. However, Bob's fear melted and gave way to confusion. The pedestrians hadn't noticed them. It seemed they were … dancing? They looked like a love-struck couple straight out of a musical. The pair tangoed across the walkway without a care in the world, until the man launched the woman into a spin with such vigour that she twirled right into the water.

Bob's hero instincts kicked in and he darted to her aid, fishing the woman out of the river.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Never better!" she chirped, dripping wet, dancing on the spot as she sang her own off-key version of Pharrell Williams's 'Happy'.

"Shall we continue our frolic, Mademoiselle What's-Your-Name?" asked the man.

"Of course, Monsieur Whoever-You-Are," she agreed with a giggle.

"Wait, you don't even know each other?" asked Helen.

The pair laughed before answering in unison: "Nope!"

With that, they danced away, occasionally stopping to clap their hands as if they felt like rooms without roofs.

Throughout the city, civilians could occasionally be heard breaking into song while car horns honked in bouts of rhythmic harmony. The pervading happiness that had gripped the city was slowly seeping into the Parrs and Lucius, gradually lightening their moods.

"Is this France or Broadway?" Violet asked incredulously.

"I don't know," Lucius began. "All I know is Honey ain't gonna be too sweet when she finds out I hightailed it to Paris without her! You gotta send me back, Jack Jack!"

The baby stared at Lucius, blinking blankly.

"Oh, so now he has no idea what he's doing!" Lucius exclaimed as he threw his hands up in frustration. "This is not cool!"

An excited smirk crept across Dash's face. "Buuuut, now that you're here and you've got your super suit, maybe it's time to get in the Fro-Zone!"

Lucius patted Dash on the head. "You're young, Speedo, so I'll let you get away with that wordplay. However, you have a point."

"Supers are still illegal!" Helen insisted. "Besides, the fact remains that we don't know if we're dealing with something that requires the intervention of The Incredi-"

Suddenly, a large, jet-powered red robot flew overhead with a boy perched on its back. It seemed to search its surroundings before disappearing into the distance above the building on the opposite side of the waterway.

Violet squinted. "Was that-?"

"IT'S the ROBOT from BIG HERO 6!" Dash shrieked. "That team's supposed to be in San Fransokyo, but they're HERE! This MUST be an emergency! Everyone's in on this mystery except US! Maybe Bomb Voyage is behind this! He's French, right? He could have created a bomb that makes people act weird and happy or something!"

"And why would he do that?" asked a skeptical Violet.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Dash shouted as he pulled at his hair, reaching the boiling point of exasperation. "All I know is that if I don't get to go super hero soon. I. Will loose. My MIND!"

"Shhh!" Helen shushed. "We're still in public! Save that kind of talk for after we've suited up."

She released a sigh as everyone stared at her in surprise.

"Look, I don't know how I feel about this," Helen began, "but Dash is right. We could be needed here."

"Yeah heah heah! Wooo!" Dash laughed in ecstasy. "Incredibles, assemble!"

Violet's response was quick and critical: "What are you talking about? We don't need to assemble, we're all already here!"

Dash shrugged. "Someone on T.V. said it."

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