Eddie decided that maybe the more people that he impaled, the more good things would happen to him. Things were finally working out for Edward Scissorhands.

Hugh's birthday was going to be at his beachfront house in a week and Edward was so relieved to hear that he had enough time to walk all the way over to Miami from Dimmsdale. So that afternoon, once the hero convention had closed its doors to go cry in a shower, Edward farewelled Hugh as he got in his boomerang-mobile-that-turned-into-a-jet. Once Mr. Jackman was no longer in sight, Edward let out a happy sigh and began his walk across America to Miami. Imagine a big montage now please, preferably to the song 'Wagon Wheel' by Old Crow Medicine Show.

On the fourth day of his trek across America, Edward stopped to take a breather in a metropolis by the name of Townsville. It was another fine day in Townsville. He decided to go eat a hotdog since they were easy to deal with. In the hotdog shop he found a strapping man masticating all alone. The man was hunched over, and pretty nonchalant as to whether he'd finish his hotdog, having left the bun alone on the ceramic plate. The stranger's head rested on his fist, as his other hand traced the rim of the bowl. With his newfound confidence, Eddie decided to enjoy his hotdog with the stranger. As you know, Edward seems to be both physically and mentally incapable of comprehending 'personal space'. Edward shuffled over to the burly blonde brother, sausage fashionably impaled on skewer, and sat down beside him. The creak of the chair denoted his appearance and the stranger gave a fleeting glance to Edward and became very uncomfortable.

'Hello stranger.' Edward whispered, the stranger had a thin sheet of beading sweat envelope him. The stranger cleared his throat, trying to build up a facade of confidence. But he was building on sand with this creep looking at him.

'Hi.'

'Did you enjoy,' Edward began in a gingerly voice, bringing his skewered hotdog to trace the stranger's broad jawline. Edward swallowed a lump that'd developed in his throat, 'Did you enjoy your sausage?'

The stranger stood up, his chair tipping over in result of the force. He looked down at the plate of bread, maybe if he'd finished his hotdog this wouldn't be happening. 'Look buddy can you give a man some peace and quiet?'

'What's your name?' Edward began eating the skewered sausage like corn-on-the-cob. The stranger shifted his weight across his hips, slightly disorientated by the surreal situation he'd found himself. 'Wait I know, you're Mr. Incredible aren't you?' Edward point his free hand at Bob, 'Aren't you?'

'Yeah, so what if I am?'

'You're a superhero Mr. Incredible.'

Mr Incredible scoffed a laugh of disbelief and shook his head, 'No I'm not.' His voice was deep, trickling with regret which Edward found interesting.

'What do you mean Mr. Incredible?'

'I'm not someone who opens up to strangers sorry.'

'Says the guy who has a movie.'

Mr. Incredible shrugged, accepting Eddie's comment. In realising that he might've just won a conversation, Edward let out a muffle giggle.

'Eh yeah, I guess you're right.'

'So tell me what happened Mr. Incredible.'

Bob then revealed in a highly filtered way that his family moved to Townsville as they'd heard of the constant peril it faced, only to find that there was a trio by the name of the Powerpuff Girls who would always be the first to a job, so his family was a little financially uncomfortable now without the little benefits given after saving a city every week. Poor Incredibles, sounds like they weren't being accredited at all.

'Well I've murdered 7 people this week so maybe you could arrest me?' Edward casually suggested.

'You've... murdered 7 people?'

Edward nodded, finishing his hotdog.