Every superhero has a secret identity. I don't know a single one who doesn't. I mean, who wants the pressure of being super all the time?
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5 quotesNo matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. Sometimes I just want it to stay saved! You know?! For a little bit. I feel like the maid: "I just cleaned up this mess! Can we keep it clean for, for 10 minutes?! Please?!"
Sometimes, I think I just like the simple life, you know, relax a little and raise a family.
Heavyweight problems need heavyweight solutions.
Release me! NOW!!!
Scenes with Bob
23 scenesCool! Ready for take-off!
What the-- who are you?
Well, I'm IncrediBoy!
What? No. You're that kid from the fan club. Brophy-Br-Brody-Bu-Buddy! Buddy.
My name is IncrediBoy.
Look, I've been nice, I've stood for photos, signed every scrap of paper you pushed at me, but this? This isn't funny.
You don't have to worry about training me. I know all your moves, your crime-fighting style, favorite catch phrases, And everything! I am your number #1 fan!
[Bob ejects him from his car and drives away]
I work alone.
And I think you need to be more... [goes through rapid series of stretch-power maneuvers] flexible.
Uh, are you doing anything later?
I have a previous engagement.
Bomb Voyage.
Monsieur Incroyable...! [Mr. Incredible...!]
And IncrediBoy!
IncrediBoy?
Hey! Hey! Aren't you curious on how I get around so fast? [shows Bob his rocket boots] See? I have these rocket boots. And they--
Go home, Buddy.
What?
Now.
Petit naïf libe...! [Little oaf...!]
Can we talk? [pulls Bob off to the side] You always, say, "Be true to yourself.", but you never say which part of yourself to be true to! Well I've finally figured out who I am! [walks up to Mr. Incredible] I am your ward: IncrediBoy!
And now, you have officially gone too far, Buddy. [grabs Voyage before he can escape]
This is because I don't have powers, isn't it? Well, not every superhero has powers, y'know! You can be super without them! I invented these. [points to his rocket boots] I can fly! Can you fly?
Fly home, Buddy. I work alone.
Et ton costume est complètement ridicule! [And your outfit is totally ridiculous!]
Could you just gimme one chance? Look, I'll show you! I'll go get the police!
Buddy, don't!
It'll only take a second! Really!
No! Stop! [releases Voyage] There's a bomb! [grabs onto Buddy's cape]
Take this one home. And make sure his mom knows what he's been doing.
I can help you! You're making a mistake! [arrested and shoved into the police car] Hey!
The injured jumper. You sent paramedics?
Already picked him up.
The blast in that building was caused by Bomb Voyage, who I caught in the act of robbing the vault. Now we might be able to nab him if we set up a perimeter.
You mean he got away?
Well, yeah. [gestures to Buddy in the car] Skippy here made sure of that.
IncrediBoy!
You're not affiliated with me!
But that's okay, because what's important is that Mommy and I are always a team. We're always united, against, uh, uh, the forces of, uh--
Pig-headed-ness?
Uh, I was gonna say, "Evil".
Are we there yet?
We'll get there when we get there!
Great. Now our kids are in danger?! I was afraid this would happen.
Well, if you suspected danger, why'd you bring them?
I didn't bring them! They stowed away! And I don't think you're striking the proper tone here!
Is this on?
That's fine.
I can break through walls, I just can't...
That's fine.
I can't get this on.
So, Mr. Incredible, do you have a secret identity?
Every superhero has a secret identity. I don't know a single one who doesn't. Who wants the pressure of being super all the time?
Of course I have a secret identity. Can you see me in this at the supermarket? Come on. Who'd wanna go shopping as Elastigirl, y'know what I mean?
Super Ladies, they're always tryna tell you their secret identity. Think it'll strengthen the relationship or somethin' like that. I said, "Girl, I don't wanna know about your mild-mannered alter ego." or anything like that. I mean, you tell me you're a super-mega-ultra-lightnin'-babe, that's alright with me. I'm good. I'm good.
No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. Sometimes I just want it to stay saved, you know? For a little bit. I feel like the maid. I just cleaned up this mess. Can we keep it clean for ten minutes?
I could get to that point.
Please?
Wait, no, don't get up. We're not finished.
Sometimes I think I'd just like the simple life, you know? Relax a little and raise a family.
Settle down? Are you kidding? I'm at the top of my game! I'm right up there with the big dogs! Girls, come on. Leave the saving of the world to the men? I don't think so. I don't think so. [fades to black. On-screen Text: The Incredibles. Sirens wail as lights flash, we're in the middle of a classic car chase: A police car in hot pursuit of another car driven by armed bank robbers. The robber riding shotgun primes his sub-machine gun and unloads on the cop car, which swerves into oncoming traffic to avoid the hail of bullets. Bob Parr, a dashing, golden-haired man in his thirties listens to his radio. If he looks familiar, it's because he is the same man we saw earlier: Mr. Incredible, minus the mask and super-suit. Suddenly the music is interrupted by an announcement]
We interrupt for an important bulletin. A deadly high-speed pursuit between police and armed gunmen is underway, traveling northbound on San Pablo Avenue.
Yeah, I've got time.
[He presses another button: "Auto-drive" and selects "Merge Pursuit". Bob takes his hands off the wheel and a rapid series of automated actions begin: the seat back drops flat; the passenger seat folds against the window as the driver's seat slides to the center. Bob raises his arms as metal bands lock around his waist, then separate, sliding apart toward his head and his toes, removing his clothes to reveal his slick, brightly colored Mr. Incredible super-suit underneath. He presses another button: the car's exterior converts into the coolest retro-futuristic vehicle ever seen: The Incredi-Bile. Mr. Incredible looks up: Through the windshield we see an old lady waving him down]
Mr. Incredible. Um, Mr. Incredible...
What is it, ma'am?
My cat, Squeaker, won't come down.
Certainly, ma'am! But I suggest you stand clear. There could be trouble.
No, no. He's quite tame.
Let go now! [cat yowls]
[The cop car pulls back in behind the robbers' car. The cops are firing now and closing in. Mr. Incredible and the cat tree. Nervously checking the pursuit on his video screen, Mr. Incredible rips the tree out of the ground. He tips it, leaning it across to the old lady just as the car chase squeals into view at the end of the block. Mr. Incredible sees this and hastily shakes the tree, trying to dislodge Squeaker. The car chase. The cars swerve into view now, bordering the park that Mr. Incredible is in. Mr. Incredible sees them and shakes Squeaker harder. Chase cars close in. Mr. Incredible. Car chase. Squeaker. Chase. Squeaker, one final shake: Squeaker drops into the Old Lady's hands. Mr. Incredible raises the tree up and slams it down on the hood of the crooks' car, squashing it like a bug. Mr. Incredible tamps down the loose dirt at the base of the freshly replanted tree and smiles at his admirers]
Thank you, Mr. Incredible. You've done it again.
Yeah, you're the best.
No, I'm just here to help.
Attention all units. We have a tour bus robbery...
Tour bus robbery. I've still got time. Officers. Ma'am. Squeaker.
Cool! Ready for take-off!
What the...? Who are you supposed to be?
Well, I'm lncrediBoy.
What? No. You're that kid from the fan club. [stammering] Brophy-Br-Brody-Bu-Buddy! [sternly] Buddy.
My name is IncrediBoy.
Look, I've been nice, I've stood for photos, signed every scrap of paper you pushed at me, but this is...
No, you don't have to worry about training me. I know all your moves, your crime fighting style, favorite catch phrases, everything! I'm your number one fan! [The passenger door whooshes open and IncrediBoy is ejected from the car. Mr. Incredible fires the afterburners and peels off, leaving Buddy standing alone] Hey! Hey, wait!
You know. [the snatcher looks up. He grins] you can tell a lot about a woman by the contents of her purse, but maybe that’s not what you had in mind.
Hey, look!
Elastigirl.
Mr. lncredible.
No, it's all right. I've got him.
Sure, you've got him. I just took him out for you.
Sure, you took him out. His attention was on me.
A fact I exploited to do my job.
My job, you mean.
A simple thank you will suffice.
Thanks, but I don't need any help.
Whatever happened to "ladies first"?
Well, whatever happened to equal treatment?
Hey, look, the lady got me first. [Elastigirl coldcocks the crook with one stretched punch]
Well, we could share, you know.
I work alone.
Well, I think you need to be more...
...flexible.
Are...you doin' anything later?
I have a previous engagement.
Now, you just stay here. They usually pick up the garbage in an hour.
Hey, Incredible!
Hey, Frozone!
Shouldn't you be getting ready?
I still got time.
He's gonna jump!
[Mr. Incredible runs to the edge of the building and looks down. A large crowd is gathered on the streets below. Mr. Incredible follows their upwards gaze to the roof of a skyscraper with a man, Oliver Sansweet, who stands poised to jump, then does. Mr. Incredible quickly gauges distances, and then dives off the edge, making a spectacular leap, and tackles him in mid-air and then breaking through an enormous window on the far side, and tumbles to the floor in a shower of glass. Safe]
I think you broke something.
Well, with counseling, I think you'll come to forgive me. [senses something] Wait a minute...
[Mr. Incredible slides Sansweet over to a desk and props him up against it] [His acute senses turn his attention to the hallway, toward the elevators. As he follows his ears, we become aware of a sound: a tiny series of regular beeps. Mr. Incredible locates a spot on the wall and presses one ear against it. The beeps accelerate. Mr. Incredible starts to push away and... BOOM! The hallway is filled with smoke and debris. A silhouette emerges from the newly blown hole in the wall; a tall, rangy man in a mime costume carries two stuffed duffel bags. This is Bomb Voyage. He surveys the scene with a wicked smile. A vault door is embedded into the wall directly opposite the hole. It moves aside, revealing Mr. Incredible behind it, dazed but unharmed. He sees the mime and growls]
Bomb Voyage.
Monsieur Incroyable! [Translation: Mr. Incredible!]
And IncrediBoy!
IncrediBoy?
Hey, hey! Aren't you curious about how I get around so fast? See? I have these rocket boots.
Go home, Buddy.
What?
Now.
Petit mufe va! [Translation: Little oaf...]
Can we talk? You always, always say be true to yourself, but you never say which part of yourself to be true to. Well, I've finally figured out who I am. I am your ward...IncrediBoy!
And now, you have officially carried it too far, Buddy.
This is because I don't have powers, isn't it? Well not every superhero has powers, you know. You can be super without them. [re: his rocket boots] I built these. I can fly. Can you fly?
Fly home, Buddy. I work alone.
Et ton costume est complètement ridicule! [Translation: And your outfit is totally ridiculous!]
Just give me one chance! [to Bomb Voyage] I'll show you. I'll go get the police.
Buddy, don't!
It'll only take a second, really.
NO, STOP! There's a bomb!
Let go! You're wrecking my flight pattern! I can do this if you let go!
Will you just...?? I'm trying to help! Stop!
Let go of my cape!
[Mr. Incredible finally grabs hold of the bomb and flings it free. Both he and the bomb fall onto the elevated train tracks below. The bomb explodes, blowing away a large section of track. Mr. Incredible groggily looks up; A train is coming. And heading straight for the section of track that is no longer there. Mr. Incredible sets his jaw and starts running toward the oncoming train, leaping the chasm to intercept the train before it gets there. Mr. Incredible pulls up and plants himself. The expression on his face says it all: this is going to hurt. The train hits; Mr. Incredible taking the full impact. Rail ties break behind Mr. Incredible's feet, spraying in all directions as Mr. Incredible, miraculously, wrestles the train to a stop]
Take this one home. And make sure his mom knows what he's been doing.
I can help you. You're making a mista---hey!
The injured jumper. You sent paramedics?
They've already picked him up.
The blast in that building was caused by Bomb Voyage who I caught in the act robbing the vault. Now, we might be able to nab him if we set up a perimeter.
You mean he got away?
Well, yeah. Skippy here made sure of that.
IncrediBoy!
You're not affiliated with me!!
Holy smokes, I'm late. Listen, I've gotta be somewhere.
What about Bomb Voyage?
Any other night, I'd go after him myself, but I really gotta go. But don't worry. We'll get him! Eventually!
Hey, is the night still young?
You're very late.
How do I look? Good?
Oh, the mask! You still got the mask.
Showtime.
Robert Parr, will you have this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?
You're late. When you asked me if I was doing anything later, I didn't realize you'd actually forgotten. I thought it was playful banter.
It was playful banter.
Cutting it kinda close, don't ya think?
You need to be more...flexible.
I love you, but if we're gonna make this work, you've gotta be more than Mr. Incredible. You know that. Don't you?
...so long as you both shall live?
I do.
I pronounce this couple husband and wife.
As long as we both shall live. No matter what happens.
Hey, come on. We’re superheroes. What could happen?
Denied? You're denying my claim? I don't understand, I have full coverage.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Hogenson, but our liability is spelled out in paragraph 17. It states clearly-
I-I can't pay for this.
Excuse me. [answers phone] Claims, Bob Parr.
I'm calling to celebrate a momentous occasion. We're now officially moved in.
Yeah, well, that's great, honey. And the last three years don't count because...
Because I finally unpacked the last box. Now, it's official. Ha, ha, ha. Why do we have so much junk?
Listen, honey, I've got a client.
Say no more. Go save the world one policy at a time, honey. Oh! I gotta go pick up the kids from school. See you tonight.
Bye, honey. [to Mrs. Hogenson] Excuse me. Where were we?
I'm on a fixed income, and if you can't help me, I don't know what I'll do. [blows nose loudly; crying]
All right, listen closely. I'd like to help you, but I :can't. I'd like to tell you to take a copy of your policy to Norma Wilcox on... :[whispering, tapping on a notepad instructing her to write this all down] Norma Wilcox, W-I-L-C-O-X, on the third floor, but I can't. I also do not advise you to fill out and file a WS2475 form with our legal department on the second floor. I would not expect someone to get back to you quickly to resolve the matter. I'd like to help, but there's nothing I can do.
Oh, thank you, young man.
I'M SORRY, MA'AM! I KNOW YOU'RE UPSET!! [whispering] Pretend to be upset. [She walks out of the cubicle pretending to sob. Gilbert Huph, charges down towards Bob's cubicle and pushes past Mrs. Hogenson]
PAAAARRRRRRR! [he passes some papers on Bob's desk, as he gets startled. This causes a cup of pencils to fall down, which Bob picks up again] You authorized payment on the Walker policy?!
Someone broke into their house, Mr. Huph. Their policy clearly covers them against...
I don't know wanna about their coverage, Bob. Don't tell me about their coverage. Tell me how you're keeping Insuricare in the black! Tell me how that's possible with you writing checks to every Harry Hardluck and Sally Sobstory THAT GIVES YOU A PHONE CALL!! [showing off storms out of Bob's cubicle]
Morning break is over. Morning break is over. [the cup holding Bob's pencils fall to the floor spilling out]
I appreciate you coming down here, Mrs. Parr.
He's a disruptive influence and he openly mocks me in front of the class.
Look, I know it's you! He puts thumbtacks on my stool.
Well, not real– No, actually not.
Oh, then how do you know it was him?
I hid a camera. [produces a videotape. Dash gasps and looks at Helen, glaring at him] And this time I got him. [the footage shows Bernie shows up to his seat and when he's about to sit down, for a couple of frames.] I'll show him! I'll show him! I'll show him! [Dash is seen running to the seat and back to his desk] See? You see? [Helen and the principal squint in an attempt to try to see it] What, you don't see it? [sighs, and rewinds the tape] He moves! RIGHT THERE! [pauses] Wait, wait! Right... there! Right as I'm sitting down! I don't know, I don't know how he does it, but there's no tack on my stool before he moves and after he moves there's a tack! Coincidence? I think NOT!
Uh, Bernie? [pats his shoulder]
Don't "Bernie" me! [angrily threatening to Dash] THIS LITTLE RAT IS GUILTY!
You and your son can go now, Mrs. Parr. I'm sorry for the trouble.
You're letting him go again?! He's guilty! You can see it on his smug little face!! GUILTY, I SAY, GUILTY! GUILTY, GUILTY! NO!
Dash, this is the third time this year you've been sent to the office. We need to find a better outlet, a more...constructive outlet.
Maybe I could, if you'd let me go out for sports.
Honey, you know why we can't do that.
I promise I'll slow up. I'll only be the best by a tiny bit.
Dashiell Robert Parr, you are an incredibly competitive boy, and a bit of a showoff. The last thing you need is temptation.
You always say, "Do your best", but you don't really mean it. Why can't I do the best that I can do?
Right now, honey, the world just wants us to fit in, and to fit in, we just gotta be like everybody else.
Dad always said our powers were nothing to be ashamed of. Our powers made us special.
Everyone's special, Dash.
Hey, Rydinger. Where you headed?
Hi, Tony.
Hey.
Hey, Tony, can I carry your books?
That’s kind of funny.
Hey, Tony, do you play football?
Tony, I thought we were gonna go swimming.
He looked at me.
Darn kids. Sitting on the driveway. [notices his finger crush on the door] Oh, great. [attempts to shut the car door with increasing frustration. The third time he quickly throws it closed, only for the door window to crash and shatter.] Oh my. [He loses his temper, turns red in anger and angrily lifts the car over his head, only to see a boy named Rusty McAllister on his Big Wheel staring at him. Rusty's bubblegum bubble pops. Bob puts the car down, and checks for Rusty. Bob makes his way into the house]
Mom. You're making weird faces again.
Mmm. No, I'm not.
You make weird faces, honey.
Do ya have to read at the table?
Uh-huh. Yeah.
Smaller bites, Dash. Yikes! Bob, could you help the carnivore cut his meat?
Ow.
Dash, ya have something you wanna tell your father about school?
Dash got sent to the office again.
Good. Good.
No Bob, that's bad.
What?
Dash got sent to the office again.
What? What for?
He put a tack on the teacher's chair... during class.
They caught you on tape and you still got away with it? Whoa! You must have been booking. How fast did you think you were going?
Bob! We are not encouraging this.
I'm not encouraging, I'm just asking how fast...
Honey!
Great. First the car, now I gotta pay to fix the table...
The car? What happened to the car?
Here. I'm getting a new plate. [He leaves angrily and goes into the kitchen]
You've hardly touched your food.
I'm not hungry for meatloaf.
Well, it is leftover night. We have steak, pasta. What are ya hungry for?
Kids! Listen to your mother.
She'd eat if we were having "Tony loaf".
'THAT'S IT!' [furiously jumps over the table and angrily starts fighting with Dash] That's it!
You’re gonna be toast!
Stop running in the house. Sit down!
'Ow! Hey, no force fields!'
You started it.
You sit down! You sit down! Violet! [Dash and Violet go under the table to fight with Helen’s arms still attached; Jack-Jack is clearly enjoying this] Ow! Ow!
Simon J. Paladino, longtime advocate of superhero rights, is missing? Gazerbeam.
BOB! IT'S TIME TO ENGAGE! Do something! Don’t just stand there! I need you to... intervene!
You want me to intervene? Okay!
I'm intervening, I'm intervening!
Violet, let go of your brother!
Hello?
Get the door.
Hey, Lucius!
Hey, Speedo! Hey, Helen. Vi, Jack-Jack.
He-hey! Ice of you to drop by.
Ha! Never heard that one before.
Dash [gargling]: Oh, Lucius! [He spits water in the air.]
Whoa!
Aw... I like it when it shatters.
I'll be back later.
Hey, where are you two going?
It's Wednesday.
Oh. Bowling night. Say hello to Honey for me, Lucius.
Will do. Good night, Helen. Good night, kids.
Don't think you've avoided talking about your trip to the principal's office, young man. Your father and I are still gonna discuss it.
I'm not the only kid who's been sent to the office, you know.
Other kids don't have superpowers. Now, it's perfectly normal...
Normal? What do you know about normal? What does anyone in this family know about normal?
Now, wait a minute, young lady.
We act normal, mom! I wanna be normal! The only normal one is Jack-Jack, and he's not even toilet trained!!
So now I'm in deep trouble. I mean, one more jolt of this death ray and I’m an epitaph. Somehow I managed to find cover and what does Baron Von Ruthless do?
He starts monologuing.
He starts monologuin'! He starts, like, this prepared speech about how feeble I am compared to him. How inevitable my defeat is, how the world will soon be his! Yada, yada, yada.
Yammerin'.
Yammerin'! I mean, the guy has me on a platter, and he won’t shut up.
Municiberg, we have a 23-56...
23-56, what is that? Robbery?
This is just sad.
Yeah, robbery. Wanna catch a robber?
No. Tell you the truth, I'd rather go bowling. Look, what if we actually did what our wives think we're doing? Just to shake things up.
He's not alone. The fat guy’s still with him. They’re just talking.
We're protecting people.
Nobody asked us.
You need an invitation?
I'd like one, yes. We keep sneakin' out to do this, and... you remember Gazerbeam?
Yeah. There was somethin' about him in the paper.
He had trouble adjusting to civilian life, too.
When's the last time you saw him?
I don't see anyone from the old days, Bob. Just you. And we're pushin' our luck as it is.
Oh, come on. Come on, come on.
It was fun the first time, but if we keep doin' this, we’re gonna get—
We have a report on a fire...
A fire. We're close! [yelling] YEAH, BABY!
We're gonna get caught.
WOOO-HOO!
Fire! Yeah!
Is that everybody!?
Yeah, that's everyone!
It better be. [He attempts to generate ice in vain]
Can't you put this out?
I can't lay down a layer thick enough! It's evaporating too fast!
Well, what's that mean?
It means it's hot! And I'm dehydrated, Bob!
You're out of ice? You can't run out of ice! I thought you used the water in the air!
There is no water in this air! What's your excuse, run outta muscle?!
I just can't go smashing into walls! The building's getting weaker by the second! It's gonna come down on top of us!
I wanted to go bowling!!!
All right! Stay right on my tail! This is gonna get hot!
Yeah....
Uh-oh.
Oh, good.
WE LOOK LIKE BAD GUYS! INCOMPETENT BAD GUYS!!!
You can get water out of the air!
FREEZE! [They do] [Lucius, noticing a water cooler, picks up a paper cup and begins to fill it with water] FREEZE!
I'm thirsty.
I SAID FREEZE!!!
I’m just... getting... a drink. [He drinks the water]
Alright. You’ve had your drink.... Now I want you to...
I know. I know... [drops the cup] Freeze. [He shoots a breeze of ice, freezing the officer and even the bullet]
Shots fired!
POLICE OFFICERS!
That was way too close. We are not doing that again.
Verify you wanna switch targets? Over.
Trust me. This is the one he’s been looking for.
I thought you'd be back by 11.
I said I'd be back later.
I assumed you’d be back later. If you came back at all...you’d be "back later".
Well, I’m back, okay?
It was just a little workout. Just to stay loose.
You know how I feel about that, Bob! Darn you! We can’t blow our cover again!
The building was coming down anyway.
It was on fire. Structurally unsound. It was coming down anyway.
Look, I performed a public service. You act like that’s a bad thing!
It is a bad thing, Bob! Uprooting our family again, so you can relive the glory days is a very bad thing!
Reliving the glory days is better than acting like they didn’t happen!
Yes! They happened! But this, our family, is what’s happening now, Bob. And you are missing this! I can’t believe you don’t wanna go to your own son’s graduation!
It’s not a graduation. He’s moving from the fourth grade to the fifth grade.
It’s a ceremony!
It’s psychotic! They keep creating new ways to celebrate mediocrity but if someone is genuinely exceptional, then—
This is not about you, Bob! This is about Dash!
You wanna do something for Dash?! Then let him actually compete! Let him go out for sports!
I will not be made the enemy here! You know why we can't do that!
BECAUSE HE'D BE GREAT!!
All right, Dash. I know you’re listening. Come on out.
Vi? You, too, young lady. [Violet materializes]
Come on. Come on out. It’s okay, kids. We’re just having a discussion.
Pretty loud discussion.
Yeah. But that’s okay. Because what’s important is that Mommy and I are always a team. We’re always united against, uh, the forces of, uh...
Pigheadedness?
I was gonna say evil or something.
We’re sorry we woke you. Everything’s okay. Go back to bed. It’s late.
Good night, Mom. Night, Dad.
Good night.
In fact, we should all be in bed. [walks over to the nearby lamp and turns it off as dog barks. Cut to the next day. Bob sits at his tiny desk. One look at his bleary face says it all: he hasn't slept all night. His intercom BEEPS. Bob glares at it a beat, then hits ANSWER.]
Woman [on phone]: Request claim on claim numbers 158183....
HAVEN'T YOU GOT HIM YET, HEY WHERE IS HE?!? PLEASE! RIGHT NOW!
Huph's Secretary: [over the intercom] Mr. Huph would like to talk to you in his office.
Now?
Huph's Secretary: Now...
Sit down, Bob.
I'm not happy, Bob. Not.... happy?!? [He gets up.] Ask me why.
Okay. Why?
Why what? Be specific, Bob.
Why are you unhappy?
Your customers make me unhappy.
What, you’ve gotten complaints?
Complaints I can handle. What I can't handle is your clients' inexplicable knowledge of Insuricare's inner workings!! They're experts! EXPERTS, Bob! Exploiting every loophole, dodgin' every obstacle, they're penetrating the bureaucracy!!
Did I do something illegal?
No.
Are you saying we shouldn’t help our customers?
The law requires that I answer no.
We're supposed to help people.
We're supposed to help OUR PEOPLE!! Starting with our stockholders, Bob, who's helping them out, huh?! [He sighs and regains composure.] You know, Bob... [He moves a letter that says:] [Memo: Policy Notification] [To: Employee] [From: Gilbert Huph] [Due to financial cutbacks, you will be expected to self-expense all office supplies, including but not limited to pencils, erasers, pens, paper, stationery, folders, staples, paper clips, brads, and photocopies. All parking will now be metered by the hour. Electricity consumption and all telephone charges will be deducted from your paycheck.] [The Board of Directors at Insuricare wishes to thank you for your selfless sacrifice through this time of financial uncertainty. It is because of you, the employee, that Insuricare has recorded its highest profit in years. Remember, a successful company makes for successful employees. Every penny you save is another penny that goes in.... [the rest is covered by Huph's finger] Salutations, Gilbert Huph] ...a company...
Is like an enormous clock.
...is like an enormous clo- Yes, precisely! It only works...if all the little cogs...mesh together! Now, a clock needs to be clean, well-lubricated and wound tight. The best clocks have jewel movements, cogs that fit, that cooperate by design. [chuckling] I’m being metaphorical, Bob....You know what I mean by cooperative cogs? Bob...?...Bob...?
[seriously grabs Bob by the chin and angrily pulls him toward him] LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU, PARR! [Outside the window, Bob sees a man is being mugged]
That man out there, he needs help!
Do NOT change the subject, Bob! We’re discussing YOUR! ATTITUDE!
He is getting mugged!
Well, let's hope we don't cover him!
I'll be right back. [puts his hand on the doorknob]
STOP RIGHT NOW, OR YOU'RE FIRED!? [Bob stops, crushes the doorknob and angrily turns red] [Huph grins evilly] Close the door. [Bob reluctantly does] Get over here...now. [Bob lets go of the doorknob, now crushed out of shape, and walks over to Huph.] [seriously] I'm not happy, Bob. Not happy. [Bob watches the mugger getting away]
He got away.
Good thing, too... heh! You were this close to losing your j- [Bob furiously grabs Huph by the throat and throws him through 5 office walls. Huph crashes into a filing cabinet, badly injured. Everyone stares at Bob in shock]
Uh-oh. [Cut to the hospital where Huph is seen in a full body cast in a hospital room]
Please report to operating room 722 immediately. [Rick Dicker comes out of the room where Huph is hospitalized. Bob and Rick conversate while heading to the elevator.]
How is he?
He'll live.
I'm fired, aren't I?
Oh, you think?
What can I say, Rick?
Nothin' you haven’t said before.
Someone was in trouble.
Someone's always in trouble.
I had to do something.
Yeah. Every time you say those words, it means a month and a half of trouble for me, Bob. It means hundreds of thousands of taxpayer's dollars.
I know.
We gotta pay to keep the company quiet. We gotta pay damages, erase memories, relocate your family. Every time it gets harder. Money, money, money, money, money. W-We can’t keep doing this, Bob! [he enters the elevator] We appreciate what you did in the old days, but those days are over. From now on, you're on your own.
Uh, listen, Bob.
Maybe I could relocate you. You know, for old times’ sake.
No. I can’t do that to my family. Everyone just got settled. I’ll make it work. Thanks.
Take care of yourself.
[Rick lets go of the elevator doors. Bob stares at them, numb]
Well, what are you waiting for?
I don’t know...something amazing, I guess....
Me too, kid.
[Cut to a cramped, windowless museum of Mr. Incredible arcana. Walls and shelves cluttered with mementos of his storied past: framed photos, newspaper front pages, magazines, and, displayed on the wall under Plexiglas, his Mr. Incredible suit. Bob enters and closes the door. He opens his briefcase, pulls out an Insuricare employee manual. He growls and rips it in half, tossing it in the trashcan. On a roll now, he begins to dump the entire contents of his briefcase into the trash when—CLUNK! Bob double-takes— startled by the heavy sound. He peers over the edge of the desk, into the trash, and sees— a large manila envelope. He picks it up, and is surprised it's heavy. He opens it and pulls out a flat panel about a half-inch thick. On it is printed "This End Up". He turns the panel as instructed. In the center is a small circle with writing beneath it. Bob squints, unable to read the tiny letters. He brings it closer—his point of view: As the letters... slowly... come... into... focus]
Huh? Hold still?
Match: Mr. Incredible.
Room is Secure. Commence Message.
Hello, Mr. Incredible. Yes, we know who you are. Rest assured, your secret is safe with us. My name is Mirage. We have somethin' in common. According to the government, neither of us exist. Please pay attention, as this message is classified and will not be repeated.
I represent a top-secret division of the government, designing and testing experimental technology, and we have need of your unique abilities. Something has happened at our testing facility. A highly experimental attack robot...
Huh? What?
Dinner’s ready!
Okay!
...has escaped control. Although it is contained within an isolated area, it threatens to cause incalculable damage to itself and to our facilities, jeopardizing hundreds of millions of dollars' worth of equipment in research...
It’s the TV, trying to watch!
Because of its highly sensitive nature, this mission does not, nor will it ever, exist.
Well, stop trying. It’s time for dinner!
One minute!
If you accept, your payment will be triple your current annual salary. [Bob's jaw goes slack. He scribbles "BIG$"] Call the number on the card. Voice-matching will be used to ensure security. The supers aren’t gone, Mr. Incredible. You're still here...You can still do great things! Or...you can listen to police scanners. Your choice. You have 24 hours to respond. Think about it.
This...message...will...self-destruct.
Uh-oh.
You...are one distracted guy.
Hmm? Am I? I don’t mean to be.
I know you miss being a hero and your job is frustrating. I just want you to know how much it means to me that you stay at it anyway.
Honey? About the job?
What?
Something’s happened.
The, uh...
What...
The company is sending me to, uh, a conference.
A conference?
Out of town. And I’m just gonna be gone for a few days.
They’ve never sent you to a conference before.... This is good, isn’t it?
Yes.
You see? They’re finally recognizing your talents.... you’re moving up!
Yes.
Honey! Awww...This is wonderful!
Yes, it is.
This is Mr. Incredible....I’m in.
The Omnidroid 9000 is a top-secret prototype battle robot. Its artificial intelligence enables it to solve any problem it’s confronted with. And unfortunately...
Let me guess. It got smart enough to wonder why it had to take orders.
We lost control. And now it’s loose in the jungle, threatening our facility. We’ve had to evacuate all personnel from the island for their own safety.
How am I going in?
The Omnidroid’s defenses necessitate an airdrop from 5,000 feet. Its cloaking devices make it difficult to track. Although we’re pretty sure it’s on the southern half of the island. One more thing. Obviously, it represents a significant investment.
You want me to shut it down without completely destroying it.
You are Mr. Incredible.
I’ve got to warn you, it’s a learning robot. Every moment you spend fighting it only increases its knowledge of how to beat you.
Shut it down. Do it quickly. Don’t destroy it.
And don’t die.
Great. Thanks.
Showtime.
Yeah!
Uh-oh.
[The Omnidroid charges at him, as he leaps over. The robot unfortunately calculated his leaping arc, and that allowed it to swat him mid-air, slamming Mr. Incredible into another tree that toppled onto the Omnidroid. But the robot rolled out of its way, and reformed. The robot curled up again to crush him, only for Mr. Incredible to dodge it, as it knocks down some trees before charging at him quickly. Mr. Incredible sprints his way off, but he almost gets crushed by the robot as he jumps over a cliff, slides on it, and lands. The Omnidroid arrives at a similar pace, as it receives a boulder from our hero. The Omnidroid does the same 3 times, the latter hitting Mr. Incredible. It almost impales him unsuccessfully. Its claw is lodged in the cliff, as the hero runs for safety. The Omnidroid pulls its limb out of the cliff and leaps high into the air, intent on crushing Mr. Incredible, who leapt out of the way and landed in the lava fields. The Omnidroid lands and makes an attempt to push Mr. Incredible into the lava as he tried to push back. After a few seconds however, he lets out a scream while using his maximum strength and jerk-pulls the robot aside into the lava.]
AH! Ow, ow, ow! OH, MY BACK!
Oh....Hahaha!
[He then jack-knifes, ripping the claw off one of its arms. He runs under the robot, as it uses its lower sensor cluster. Just as it spots its target, he rips it off, and climbs inside the robot, as it unintentionally starts damaging itself. After a while, it stops, weakened. Mr. Incredible punches off its upper sensor cluster, as it whistles while riding the robot. The robot tries to pull him out, but it accidentally tears out its CPU. Mr. Incredible jumps out of the robot and casually walks away, as the Omnidroid motionlessly falls down.]
Surprising. We must bring him back. Sound the all-clear, and...invite him to dinner.
Most important, keep things light. Praise him. Make him feel like we appreciate his abilities.
Am I overdressed?
Actually, you look rather dashing.
I take it our host is...
Oh, I'm sorry. He won't be dining with us. He hopes you'll understand.
Of course. I do usually make it a point to know who I’m working for.
He prefers a certain amount of anonymity. Surely, you of all people understand that.
I was just wondering, of all the places to settle down, why live...
In a volcano? He’s attracted to power. So am I. It’s a weakness we share.
Seems a bit unstable.
I prefer to think of it as misunderstood.
Bob (Mr. Incredible) [chuckling]: Aren’t we all?
Volcanic soil is among the most fertile on Earth. Everything at the table was grown right here. How does it compare?
Everything’s delicious.
[Bob raises his glass. Mirage smiles and does likewise] [MONTAGE: INCREDIBLE AGAIN — His self-esteem back, Bob returns home with renewed vigor. He bonds with his kids, gets frisky with Helen, and takes pride in his new appearance. He buys a new snazzy sports car for himself, and a new car for Helen. After he says goodbye to Helen several mornings, clearly pretending to go off to the job he no longer holds at Insuricare, we see how he's actually spending his days; dropping weight and getting in shape. The Superheroic workouts do their job; Bob is in the best shape he's been in many years.]
Ah, jeez.
Hurry, honey! Or you’ll be late for work! [Bob quickly stuffs his SUPERSUIT into his briefcase and snaps it shut.] Have a great day, honey.
Thanks.
Help customers, climb ladders...
Bring bacon?
All that jazz.
You have an appointment?
I’m an old friend. I just wanted to...
All visitors are required to make a reser—
Get back to work! Go check the electric fence or something! What is it? Who are you? What do you want?
Yes, things are going quite well. Quite well. My God, no complaints. But, you know, it is not the same. Not the same at all.
Weren’t you just in the news? Some show in Prayge...Prague?
Milan, darling. Milan. Supermodels. Ha! Nothing super about them. Spoiled, stupid, little stick figures with poofy lips who think only about themselves. Feh! I used to design for gods.... but perhaps you come with a challenge, eh? I was surprised to get your call.
E, I just need a patch job.
Hmm. This is megamesh. Outmoded, but very sturdy. And you’ve torn right through it! What have you been doing, Robert? Moonlighting hero work?
Musta happened a long time ago.
I see. This is a hobo suit, darling, you can’t be seen in this! [throws it away] I won’t allow it! Fifteen years ago, maybe, but now?
What do you mean? You designed it.
I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now. You need a new suit. That much is certain.
A new suit? Where the heck am I gonna get a new suit?
You can't! It’s impossible! I’m far too busy. So ask me now, before I again become sane....
Wait....you want... to make me... a suit?
You push too hard, darling! But I accept. It will be bold. Dramatic!
Yeah.
Heroic!
Yeah, something classic, like Dynaguy! Oh! He had a great look! Oh, the cape and the boots—
No capes! [She throws a paper ball at him.]
Isn’t that my decision?
Tall, storm powers. Nice man. Good with kids.
Listen, E...
November 15th of ‘58. [RESUME FLASHBACK — A madman aims a missile launcher at a city across a bay. Thunderhead leaps into frame, dispatches him with a single punched and turns the missile towards the open sea. His duty done, he turns and smiles at a young lady standing nearby, failing to notice that his cape has caught on the missile, voiceover, continued] All was well, another day saved, when— [The rocket blasts into the distance, taking Thunderhead with it, voiceover, continued] —his cape snagged on a missile fin. [INTERCUT: comically brief FLASHBACKS [as E describes them] of each Super being doomed by his or her cape.]
Thunderhead was not the brightest bulb...
Stratogale! April 23rd, ‘57. Cape caught in a jet turbine.
E, you can’t generalize about these things.
Meta-Man, Express elevator! Dynaguy, snagged on takeoff! Splashdown, sucked into a vortex! NO CAPES!!! Now, go on. Your new suit will be finished before your next assignment.
You know I’m retired from hero work.
As am I, Robert. Yet here we are.
E, I only need a patch job. For... sentimental reasons.
You’re the best of the best, E.
Yes, I know, darling. [whispering] I know.
I got it, I got it! Don’t answer it, honey, I got it!
Hello?
How soon can you get here?
I’ll leave tomorrow morning.
See you there.
Goodbye.
Who was that, honey? The, uh, office?
Another conference. Short notice, but you know...duty calls. [nervous laugh. Bob squeezes past her and exits. Helen stares into his den, feeling suspicious and impotent.]
Bob?
Yeah, what’s up, honey?
Ha....have a great trip.
Thanks, sweetie. I’ll call you when I get there.
I love you... so much.
I love you too.
This is your automated Captain speaking. Would you care for more mimosa?
Don’t mind if I do. Thanks.
You’re welcome. Currently 78 degrees in Nomanisan. Perfect weather for flying. Please fasten your seatbelt. We’re beginning our descent.
[As the jet begins its descent toward the island, we begin to see its spectacular aspects: active volcano, towering snowcapped peak, tumbling waterfalls, futuristic monorail, etc.... a paradise on earth. Suddenly the engines cut off and the jet plunges, nose down, into the sea, converting into a submersible.] [The jet sub cruises through a fantastic seascape of exotic otherworldly rock formations, toward the base of the island through vast curtains of bubbles created from a field of cooling lava. A massive door opens, revealing a huge underwater docking bay. The ship enters, the entrance closing behind them. The water drains. The jet sub settles to a landing. A giant docking tube extends from a side wall and connects to the side of the jet sub. Bob turns as a door opens, revealing a small side chamber and a pair of shapely legs. Mirage leans into view.]
Hello, Mr. Incredible. Nice suit.
Thanks. Nice to be back, Mirage.
[Bob enters the monopod. The doors shut and it takes off. The monopod zooms along a track which rises from a tunnel beneath the lagoon and sweeps through the jungle. Although this is his second time here, Bob is seeing the island with new eyes. It is a WONDER. The monopod track disappears straight into a rushing waterfall. Suddenly the waterfall parts, the water separating like an enormously long chiffon curtain, revealing the intricately designed architecture hidden underneath. Continuing as it enters a vertical tube and zooms upward into the dark. Elevator doors slide open crisply. Bob enters and takes in the room. It is small, open and tasteful, with a balcony overlooking a breathtaking view of the jungle and the ocean beyond.]
You’ll be briefed on your assignment in the conference room at two. D Wing, room A-113.
2:00. Got it.
See you there.
[Mirage leaves. Bob enters, throwing his case on the bed. He grabs a pear from a bowl of fresh fruit and takes a bite. He steps out on his balcony and leans against the railing. He could get used to paradise.]
It’s bigger! It’s badder!
Ladies and gentlemen, it's... too much for Mr. Incredible!
Whoa, Whoa! Whoa! It’s finally ready! [He shuts down the blades of the Omnidroid.] You know, I went through quite a few supers to get it worthy to fight you, but man, it wasn’t good enough!! After you trashed the last one, I had to make some major modifications. Sure it was difficult, but you are worth it. I mean, after all... I am your biggest fan.
Buddy?
My name is not... BUDDY!!!! [The Omnidroid throws Bob on the floor. Syndrome lands] And it’s not Incrediboy either! That ship has sailed. All I wanted was to help you. I only wanted to HELP! AND WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?! [flashback to a shot from the prologue, softened by memory.]
Fly home, Buddy. I work alone. [Buddy, still in his IncrediBoy costume, but without the mask, glowers up at his poster to Mr. Incredible and tears it off the wall]
Syndrome [as the flashback ends]: It tore me apart. But I learned an important lesson: You can’t count on anyone. Especially your heroes.
I was wrong to treat you that way. I’m sorry!
See? Now you respect me, because I’m a threat. That’s the way it works. Turns out there’s a lot of people, whole countries who want respect. And they will pay through the nose to get it. How do you think I got rich? I build weapons. And now I have a weapon only I can defeat. And when I unleash it, I’ll get— Ah! [Mr. Incredible throws a log at Syndrome, but he dodges it hastily. He gets back up and freezes Mr. Incredible with a zero-point energy beam] [laughing] You sly dog! You got me monologuing! I can’t believe it. [He slams Bob into the ground.] It’s cool, huh? Zero-point energy. I saved the best powers for myself. [He continues throwing Bob around with the ZPE ray.] Am I good enough now? Who’s super now? I’m Syndrome! Your nemesis and- [He makes a grandiose gesture with his arms, inadvertently flinging Mr. Incredible into the jungle.] Oh, brilliant. [Bob lands somewhere on a lake. Syndrome spots him and flies towards him. Bob jumps down while Syndrome watches him falling into the bade of a waterfall. He taps a button in his wrist cuff, which activates a tiny bomb.] All right, try this one on for size, big boy. [He drops it to the base of the waterfall. Bob spots the bomb as he tries to swim away from it, although he is soon caught in the blast. He emerges out of the water, gasping, in a cave system. He turns his head, and leaps back, realizing he is face to face with a skeleton. Slowly, he moves back towards the skeleton, noticing that it has an eye visor and a cape. He rubs some dirt from the emblem over the eyes: the emblem reads "GB".]
Gazerbeam? [The skeleton is still sitting up, and Bob is compelled to follow its gaze to the adjacent cave wall. There — presumably in his dying moments, Gazerbeam had burned a word into the rock: "KRONOS".] Kronos? [He suddenly hears a probe entering the cave. He hides behind Gazerbeam's skeleton. The probe scans the room, does a quick scan of Gazerbeam's skeleton and leaves. The view cuts to the probe returning to Syndrome's wrist cuff.]
Life reading negative. Mr. Incredible terminated. [Syndrome walks away in a satisfied smile for his plans.]
Island approach. India Golf Niner-Niner checking in. VFR on top. Over.
Island tower, this is India Golf Niner-Niner requesting vectors to the initial. Over.
Easy, Helen. Easy. easy, girl. You're overreacting. Everything's fine. They're just — all getting coffee at...the same time. Yeah. [Helen mulls the explanation and decides it's ridiculous. She flips a switch — putting the jet on autopilot, grabs her suit and goes into the lavatory.]
You, sir.... truly are Mr. Incredible. You know, I was right to idolize you. I... I-I always knew you were tough, but tricking the probe by hiding under the bones of another super? Oh, man! I’m still geekin' out about it! [sighs] And then you had to just.... ruin the ride. I mean, Mr. Incredible calling for help? [mocking] Help me, help me. Help! Lame...lame...lame, LAME, LAME!! ALL RIGHT, WHO DID YOU CONTACT?!
"Contact"? What are you talkin' about?
I am referring to last night at 23:07 hours while you were snooping around. You sent out a homing signal.
I didn't know about the homing device.
And now a government plane is requesting permission to land here. WHO DID YOU CONTACT?!
I didn't send for a...a plane.
Play the transmission! [Mirage hits the spacebar on the keyboard which activates the transmission]
Helen...!
So you do know these people. Well, then, I’ll...send them a little greeting. [pushes a button deploying missiles]
Ow!
Violet!
It’s not my fault! Dash started it! He could have ran away, and I knew I’d get blamed for it--
That’s not true!
Dash?!
...and I thought he'd try to sneak on the plane so I came here and you closed the doors before I could find him and then you took off and it's not my fault! You said, "Something's up with Mom. We have to find out what!" It was your idea! Your idea! Hundred percent all-yours, all-the-time idea!
Wait a minute, wait a minute. You left Jack-Jack alone?!
Yes, mom, I’m completely stupid...of course we got a sitter! Do you think I’m totally irresponsible? Thanks a lot! / No, we got someone, Mom. Someone great. We wouldn’t do that.
All right! Well, who’d ya get?
You don’t have to worry about one single thing, Mrs. Parr. I’ve got this baby-sitting thing wired. I’ve taken courses and learned CPR and I got excellent marks and certificates...
Kari.
I also brought Mozart to play while he sleeps to make him smarter because leading experts say Baby Mozart makes babies smarter.
Kari...
And the beauty part is that the babies don’t even have to listen ‘cause they’re asleep! You know, I wish my parents played Mozart when I slept because half the time, I don’t even know what the heck anyone's talking about.
Kari, I really don’t feel comfortable with this. I’ll pay you for your trouble, but I’d really rather call a service.
Oh, there’s really no need, Mrs. Parr. I can totally handle anything this baby can dish out. [cooing] Can’t I, little baby? I can handle it. Who can handle it?
India Golf Niner-Niner transmitting in the blind guard. Disengage! Repeat, disengage!
Disengage! Repeat, disengage! Friendlies...
No! Call off the missiles. I'll do anything.
Too late. [he shrugs] Fifteen years too late.
Friendlies at two-zero miles south-southwest of your position. Angels 10. Track east. Disengage, over! [to Violet] Vi! You have to put a force field around the plane!
But you said we weren't supposed to use our powers!
I know what I said! Listen to what I'm saying now! [on headset] Disengage. Repeat, disengage!
Violet! [Violet gets startled; via headset] Mayday, mayday! India Golf Niner-Niner is buddy-spiked! Abort, abort! There are children aboard, [heard through intercom] Say again, there are children aboard the plane.
No!
Put a field around us NOW!!!
I've never done one that big!
Violet, do it now! Abort, abort, abort! [via headset] Abort, abort, abort! [Violet weakly tries to create a force field in a short period of time] Abort, abort, abort! [She tries again unsuccessfully, then Helen rushes to protect her children from the explosion]
Abort, abort, abort!
Brace yourselves!
Mom! Mom!
Everybody calm down. Now, I’ll tell you what we’re not gonna do. We’re not gonna panic, we’re not gonna--LOOK OUT!!!
Oh, my goodness! Whose idea was this anyway?!/What are we gonna do?! What are we gonna do?!
We’re dead! We’re dead!
It blew up!
We survived but we’re dead!
HEY, STOP IT! We are NOT gonna die! Now BOTH of you will GET A GRIP. Or SO help me I will GROUND you for a month! UNDERSTAND!?
Ah, you’ll get over it. I seem to recall you preferred to...work...alone...?
RELEASE ME. NOW!!!
Or what?
I’ll crush her.
Ooh, that sounds a little dark for you. Nah, go ahead.
It’ll be easy...like breaking a toothpick!
I knew you couldn’t do it, even when you have nothing to lose. You’re weak!
Those were short-range missiles. Land-based. That way is our best bet.
You wanna go toward the people that tried to kill us?
If it means land, yes.
Do you expect us to swim there?
I expect you to trust me.
What a trooper. I’m so proud of you.
Thanks, mom.
Identification, please.
Hey! Hey, Violet! Come here, look.
What?
It talks!
What?
Voice key incorrect.
Voice key?
Voice key incorrect.
What do we do?
Run!
Where are we going?
Away from here!
Intruder alert. Intruder alert. Intruder alert.
There isn’t much time.
No, there isn’t. In fact... there’s no time at all.
Why are you here? How can you possibly bring me lower? What more can you take away from me?
They’re alive?
Helen...
Oh, hello...You must be Mrs. Incre— [She gets knocked out cold before she could finish, much to Mr. Incredible's shock.]
She was helping me to escape!
No! That’s what I was doing.
Let go of me! Let go, you lousy, lying, unfaithful creep!
How could I betray the perfect woman?
Oh, you’re referring to me now?
Where are the kids?
They might’ve triggered the alert.
What?!
Security’s been sent into the jungle. You better get going.
Now our kids are in danger?!
If you suspected danger, why’d you bring them?
I didn’t bring ‘em, they stowed away. And I don’t think you’re striking the proper tone here.
Think they're supers?
Dash, remember what Mom said.
What?
Hey! Stop talking!
Hold it! Freeze!
What?
Run!
Oh, yeah! [he runs away]
What the—?! They’re supers!
Get the boy! [guards take off after Dash on Velocipods] Show yourself!
AGGCCHH!!!
Achpppt!!! PtTHWAAAGH!!! PTHPT!!
[A Velocipod bursts out of the brush after him and he takes off, tearing through the jungle. Running fast, Dash grabs a long vine — which sends him out in a wide arc that surprises the trailing guard. He shoots past Dash and roars off into the undergrowth. Dash releases the vine, tumbling roughly to his feet, and runs. A Velocipod bursts out of the brush and is on top of him. Impossibly, Dash accelerates, staying just ahead of it. He sees another vine, grabs it and is propelled upwards. Dash explodes out of the canopy, flailing, out of control. He looks down and sees — the treetops suddenly drop away. Dash is falling off a cliff, screams his ten-year-old lungs out as he lands on a Velocipod! Fleetingly astonished by his good luck, Dash looks up as the startled guard whirls around to face him. The guard swings. Dash ducks and reluctantly throws a punch at the guard's face. It lands! Thrilled that his raw speed renders the guard powerless to dodge or return his punches, Dash laughs and, growing more confident with each punch, socks the guard again and again, blissfully unaware that no one is driving. Dash looks up. His jaw drops: a rock wall looms ahead! Dash points at it. The guard sees an opening and socks Dash in the face, knocking him off just as — the Velocipod slams into the cliff face, vaporizing in a fireball, killing the guard]
Hey!
Ha, ha! I’m alive. Yeah!
[Dash whooping] [Dash falls: making desperate, flailing grabs as he hits limb after limb of an enormous tree, finally getting hold of a branch and arresting his descent. He pants, heart racing, and looks down to see — his feet dangling about a yard off the jungle floor. Elated about his survival, Dash drops to the ground and lets out a loud whoop, immediately alerting two guards on Velocipods nearby to his presence. They turn their V-pods after him. With Dash as he bolts again, accelerating to breakneck speed. He smashes through an endless succession of foliage — nearly colliding with tree trunks and rocks and suddenly — a lagoon lies in front of him. Dash reacts: the V-pods are on his tail, he has nowhere to go, so he takes a deep breath and steps on it — and has enough velocity to run across the water! Amazed and exhilarated, Dash blasts across the water's surface, weaving like a speedboat around the large volcanic rocks jutting out of the water. Velocipods open fire... strafing the water as Dash is pursued into a cave. Velocipod #2 pulls up short at the cave entrance and chooses to go around.]
Uh-oh.
I should've told you I was fired, I admit it. But I didn’t want you to worry.
You didn't want me to worry? And now we’re running for our lives through some godforsaken jungle.
You keep trying to pick a fight, but I’m still just happy you’re alive.
[The remaining guard waits, his machine gun at the ready. Suddenly the dirt moves. The guard fires, strafing the ground just behind a succession of footprints that streak toward the river moments before a splash appears. We see a Violet-shaped distortion as bullet trails furiously slice the surrounding water. Still firing. He stops, unnerved and adrenalized. Tensed and ready, he nervously scans the river.]
I know you’re there, Little Miss Disappear. You can’t hide from me.
There you are.
HEY! [knocking the guard's gun barrel skyward as it fires. The guard swings around — strafing the ground at Dash's heels as he plunges back into the jungle. A splash explodes from the river as invisible Violet makes a break for it. The guard sees this and swings the gun toward her as — Dash blasts out of the jungle and knocks the Guard's legs out from under him. They tumble and scrap, Dash redeeming his lack of size with lightning-fast punches and faints.] Don't touch my sister!
How are you doing that?
I don't know!
Whatever you do, don’t stop!
Mom! Dad! Hey!
Kids! You’re all right.
Oh, you’re all right!
We were so worried about you!
I thought I’d never see you again.
[There is a frantic, joyful exchange of hugs and kisses, unfortunately cut short when — Velocipods explode out of the foliage! The Incredibles instantly jump to their feet: Helen throws a stretched scissor kick which catches a guard in the chest, knocking him out of his V-pod. Bob chops a second passing Velocipod — it plows straight into the soft jungle floor. Before its pilot can react — Helen's arm is coiled around him. She yanks him from the vehicle, whiplashing him into another guard, knocking them both out cold. Bob grabs the crashed V-pod and Frisbees it into a V-pod from the trees - boom! And it's over. Bob and Helen had forgotten how good they were. They exchange lustful glances.]
Aww, I love you.
Wow.
Whoa.
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! HEY, TIME OUT! [Syndrome keeps his wrists crossed; one beam trained on Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl; the other on Dash and Violet.] What have we here? Matching uniforms? [glances between the four faces. His eyes narrow as he zeroes in on Helen. An astonished smile splits his face.] Oh, no... Elastigirl!? [laughing, turns to Bob] You married Elastigirl? Whoa... and got... [he stops, sees the kids] And got biz-zay! It's a whole family of Supers! Looks like I've hit the jackpot! Oh, this is just too good!
The ship’s unique design suggests...
There were no fatalities...
Huh? Huh!? Oh, come on! You gotta admit, this is cool! Just like a movie! The robot will emerge dramatically, do some damage. Throngs of screaming people! And just when all hope is lost, Syndrome will save the day! I’ll be a bigger hero than you ever were!
You mean, you killed off real heroes so that you could....PRETEND TO BE ONE?!
Oh, I'm real. Real enough to defeat you! And I did it without your precious gifts, your oh-so-special powers. I'll give them heroics. I’ll give them the most spectacular heroics anyone’s ever seen! And when I'm old and I've had my fun, I'll sell my inventions so that everyone can be superheroes. Everyone can be super! And when everyone’s super... no one will be. [evil laughter, leaves room]
Fire at will!
It's completely overwhelming the tanks.
I’m sorry. This is my fault. I’ve been a lousy father. Blind to what I have. So obsessed with being undervalued that I undervalued all of you.
Um...dad?
Shh. Don’t interrupt.
So caught up in the past that I.....You are my greatest adventure. And I almost missed it. I swear, I’m gonna get us out of this safely if I...
Well, I think Dad has made some excellent progress today, but I think it’s time we wind down now.
We need to get back to the mainland.
I saw an aircraft hangar on my way in. Straight ahead, I think.
Where are all the guards?
Go, go!
Hey, look. Hey! Every time they run, you take a shot.
Yeah, okay.
This is the right hangar, but I don’t see any jets.
A jet’s not fast enough.
What’s faster than a jet?
Hey, how about a rocket?
Great! I can’t fly a rocket.
You don’t have to. Use the coordinates from the last launch.
Ah, wait. I bet Syndrome’s changed the password by now. How do I get into the computer?
Say please.
[The Incredibles turn and look up. Mirage stands in the monitoring station above the launchpad, smiling.]
RUN!
MY BABY!
The Supers have returned!
Is that Fironic?
Fironic?
No, Fironic has a different outfit!
No, no, I’m a new superhero! I’m SYNDROME!
[Syndrome carelessly flings the tanker truck behind him with a flourish. It explodes, frightening the crowd. The Omnidroid moves towards him.] All right, stand back. [The Omnidroid reaches a massive claw toward Syndrome, who presses a series of buttons on his power cuff. The robot freezes suddenly, idling. Syndrome smiles, pressing another series of buttons on his remote.] Someone needs to teach this hunk of metal a few manners. [Putting on a good show, Syndrome flies around the idling bot, and delivers a punch to one of its leg sockets.]
OMNIDROID'S P.O.V.: Technical readouts spray across its viewscreen as it confirms Syndrome's instructions: RESTRAIN BATTLE MODE. DETACH ARM AT SIGNAL.
Ha, ha!
[On cue, one of the Omnidroid's limbs suddenly falls out of its socket, thudding uselessly to the ground. As Syndrome revels in the cheers of the crowd, we push in on the Omnidroid. It's watching Syndrome. And thinking — OMNIDROID'S P.O.V.: Technical readouts spray across its viewscreen as it analyzes: CONTROL STOLEN BY EXTERNAL SIGNAL.] LOCATE SOURCE: EXTERNAL SIGNAL
Columns of numbers are crunched. The Omnidroid's lens-eye zooms in on the control bands around Syndrome's wrist — SIGNAL SOURCE: REMOTE CONTROL — and comes to a logical conclusion: OVERRIDE EXTERNAL CONTROL
DESTROY REMOTE CONTROL
[The Omnidroid fires a precise laser shot, blasting the remote right off Syndrome's wrist. It clatters to the street. Syndrome whirls around in horror as the bot goes after him. He flies out of control, and he crashes onto a building. He lands, tries to get up and falls unconscious soon after.] [Frozone appears on the scene. High above the earth — another rocket, identical to the first one, descends from the clouds. Again, it separates into quarters which fall away, revealing the landing craft inside — and only then do we notice what's different about it: in the center of the large, perfectly round hole designed to house the Omnidroid is — the command vehicle, precariously held in place by a very stretched, very stressed Helen. Inside the command vehicle Bob is at the wheel, Vi and Dash are seated at a small table in the back.]
We'll get there when we get there!
How you doing, honey?
Do I have to answer?!
Kids, strap yourselves down like I told you!
Here we go, honey! Ready, Violet? [Violet holds a hand over a giant, jerry-rigged release switch.] Ready? Now! [Violet slams the switch. The explosive bolts fire, separating the wing. Helen let's go with a pained shout, swings inside through the window. Bob steps on the gas. The command vehicle wheels spin. Bob tenses as he watches the speedometer move past 110, 120, 130.] This is gonna be rough! [The command vehicle sails over an overpass, clipping a light pole, and crashes to the pavement in a shower of sparks. It flies down the street at 200 MPH. Fighting to keep control, Bob hits the brakes. Smoke erupts from the wheel wells.] The robot’s in the financial district. Which exit do I take?
Traction Avenue.
That'll take me downtown. I take 7th, don't I?
Don’t take 7th!
Great, we missed it!
You asked me how to get there, and I told you. Exit at Traction!
That’ll take me downtown!
It's coming up! Get in the right lane! Signal!
We don't exit at Traction!
YOU'RE GONNA MISS IT!!!!
[The command vehicle takes a violent swerve across six lanes, barely making the off-ramp! Sparks spray as the vehicle slams into the guardrail. The command vehicle careens off the railing and into traffic, narrowly missing a semi. Horns blare. Bob's teeth clench as he fights to slow the vehicle down. He stomps both feet on the brakes. Its tires smoking, the command vehicle pulls sideways and loses it, tumbling down the center of the street, spraying metal pieces in its wake. It rolls into an open parking space, and lands — miraculously upright, stripped like an ear of eaten corn. A more perfect parallel park couldn't have been executed. Bob and Helen sit up woozily. Bob turns to Dash and Violet.]
Is everybody okay back there?
Super-duper, Dad!
Wait here and stay hidden. I’m going in.
While what? I watch helplessly from the sidelines? I don’t think so.
I’m asking you to wait with the kids.
And I’m telling you, "not a chance". You’re my husband. I’m with you for better or worse.
I have to do this alone!
What is this to you? Playtime?
No.
So you can be Mr. Incredible AGAIN?!
No!
Then what? What is it?
I’m not...
Not what?
I’m not strong enough.
Strong enough. And this will make you stronger?
Yes. No!
That’s what this is? Some sort of workout!?
I CAN'T LOSE YOU AGAIN! [Helen is stunned. She stares at Bob, whose head is bowed like a child] I can’t. Not again. I’m not... strong enough.
If we work together, you won’t have to be.
I don’t know what’ll happen.
Hey. We’re superheroes. What can happen?
Vi, Dash— NO!
Violet?
Dad!
Go, go!
I’m okay, mom. Really.
[Dash follows them around the corner. Straining, Bob lifts the Omnidroid enough to get his feet underneath him. The bot snatches Bob out from underneath and flings him at a building across the street. The windows of the nearby building shatter as Bob's body tumbles across the floor, scattering desks and chairs. Helen rounds a corner out of the Omnidroid's view and carefully sets Violet down. She looks at Dash and Vi.]
Stay here, okay?
Frozone! Yeah!
Bob!
[Just then Frozone sails into frame and crashes into the roof of a parked car. Bob turns angrily toward the Omnidroid and is immediately smacked by it. Bob flies into the side of a building and tumbles to the street. Frozone and Helen distract the Omnidroid, heckling it and spreading out. It goes after them like an enraged beast. Dazed, Bob looks up and sees a strange device on the ground in front of him. He examines it, his eyes widening when he realizes what it is. He holds it up, yelling excitedly to the others]
Hey! Syndrome’s remote!
The remote controls the robot!
Hey, Dad! Throw it, throw it!
Go long!
Got it!
Honey, take out its guns!
[Helen hears him. She grabs a heavy manhole cover winding her elastic arm around a light pole to fling it — like an arrow — at the Omnidroid's gun. Bullseye. What follows amounts to a game of hot potato between the Supers and the Omnidroid over the remote: Frozone saves Dash from the circle of burning cars. Omnidroid sees this and goes after them. With Dash on his back, Frozone races across the river, freezing it in front of him as he goes.]
Dash! Gotcha!
[Omnidroid jumps — almost on top of them, creating a massive wave and throwing Dash and Frozone high into the air. Thinking fast, Frozone turns the wave into a wall of snow. It crashes over the streets, cushioning their fall. The remote clatters to the ground. Bob sees it and runs for it. The Omnidroid sees Bob and fires a claw — catching Bob just as he was reaching for the remote. The claw — with Bob inside — tumbles end over end down the street. With Bob out of the way, the Omnidroid heads for the remote. Frozone ices the Omnidroid's path, causing its metal feet to slip and slide. Helen runs ahead of the Omnidroid, stretching herself into a tripwire across the stumbling Omnidroid's path. It crashes to the street. The Omnidroid looks up. The remote lies on the street just in front of it, easily within its grasp. The Omnidroid reaches out with a claw to destroy the remote. The remote magically jumps clear. The Omnidroid tries again, and again the remote darts away. Riled now, it rears up and stabs wildly at the remote with all of its arms. We hear Violet shriek, as the remote repeatedly eludes the Omnidroid's grasp: finally tangling its legs so badly that it topples over. Violet reappears, running back to rejoin the group in the middle of the street.]
Violet!
Mom, I’ve got it! I’ve got the remote!
A remote? A remote that controls what?
THE ROBOT?!?'
It's coming back!
That wasn't right.
We can’t stop it. The only thing hard enough to penetrate it is... [A thought hits him. Remembering the first fight he had with the Omnidroid in the jungle, lava and volcano, he turns, staring at the metal claw] itself.
It's getting closer.
It doesn't work!
No, this'll work! This'll work! Lucius, try to buy us some time!
Try the one next to it.
Honey! [Frozone is putting up an ice wall to delay the Omnidroid's advancement toward them] Wait a minute. PRESS THAT BUTTON AGAIN!! NO, THE OTHER ONE!! T-THE FIRST ONE!
First button! Got it!
It’s getting closer!
Look out!
Get outta here, kids, find a safe spot!
We’re not going anywhere!
'PRESS THE BUTTON!'
Not yet!
Helen...?
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
A closer target! Ya got one shot!
EVERYBODY DUCK!
Hey, Zone.
[Frozone starts laughing. Mr. Incredible smiles as he looks at his super family. It feels like his best memories... only better. The seemingly empty city begins to come to life, as people emerge from their hiding places, converging in the street. People begin to spontaneously cheer the heroes, welcoming the Supers' return. Syndrome comes to. Looks over the edge to the streets below to find the battle over and the masses cheering, not for him, but for the group of Supers. He darkens]
Huh? NO!
[Two elderly gentlemen stand together in the crowd. One nudges the other] Frank Thomas Hey, did you see that? That's the way to do it. That's old school.
Yeah. No school like the old school.
Yeah!
Just like old times.
Just like old times. [slaps Frozone on the back, a little too hard]
Oh! Yeah. Hurt then too.
We've frozen all of Syndrome's assets. If he even sneezes, we'll be there with a hanky and a pair of handcuffs. The people of this country are indebted to you.
Does this mean we can come out of hiding?
Let the politicians figure that one out. But I've been asked to assure you we'll take care of everything else. You did good, Bob.
Hi, this is Kari. I have a question about Jack-Jack...
Hey, you're wearing your hair back.
It looks good.
Not as cool as you running on water.
Hey, Mom, that was sweet when you snagged that bad guy with your arm and kinda whiplashed him into the other guy. It was so sweet!
Honey, uh, yeah, I'm trying to listen to messages, honey.
Mrs. Parr, it's me. Jack-Jack is fine, but weird things are happening. Jack-Jack's still fine, but I'm getting really weirded out! When are you coming back?
...aced those guys that tried to kill us! That was the best vacation ever! [flops back on the seat, exhilarated] I love our family.
I'M NOT FINE, MRS. PARR! PUT THAT DOWN! STOP IT! YOU NEED TO CALL ME! I NEED HELP, MRS. PARR!
I'M CALL THE POLICE OR SOMEONE! [calmly] Hi, this is Kari. Sorry for freakin' out, but your baby has special needs.
"Special needs"?
Anyway, thanks for sending a replacement sitter.
Replacement? I didn't call for a replacement.
Shh....The baby is sleeping. [Evil laugh] You took away my future. I’m simply returning the favor. Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be a good mentor. Supportive, encouraging. Everything that you weren’t. And in time, who knows, he might make a good sidekick. Ha ha!
He’s getting away, Bob!! WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING NOW!!!!
[Jack-Jack awakens to the sight of his family and home receding beneath him. He starts crying, reaching out for them. Syndrome nears the Manta Jet. Jack-Jack's crying turns angry, and he suddenly bursts into flames. Syndrome shrieks. Jack-Jack's fire goes out, revealing that the baby has turned to metal. Syndrome drops with the sudden weight. His jet-boots compensate, but Syndrome is struggling to stay aloft. The baby's flesh reverts to normal, but the baby begins to vibrate fiercely. Syndrome can barely keep hold of him]
Something’s happening. What’s happening??
WE HAVE TO STOP HIM!!!! THROW SOMTHING!!!!
I can’t! I might hit Jack-Jack!
Throw me.
BOB, THROW ME!!
NO!!! THIS ISN'T THE END OF IT! I WILL GET YOUR SON EVENTUALLY! I'LL GET YOUR SON! [laughs and gasps as he sees Mr. Incredible hurling his car into the air towards the Manta Jet.] Oh, no.
[Syndrome jumps back as the crafts collide, blowing him off his feet and up over the wing, toward the turbines. Clawing madly to escape, he looks over his shoulder in time to see the end of his cape sucked into the intake. It gets caught, then Syndrome screams as he's yanked into the turbine and sliced into pieces. Bob, Dash, and Violet react as the Manta Jet explodes. Elastigirl cradles Jack-Jack facing upwards, his back toward the ground. He looks at her, giggling and cooing]
Look at Mommy, honey. Don’t look down. Mommy’s got you. Everything is all right.
That’s my girl.
Does this mean we have to move again?
Oh, man. THAT WAS TOTALLY WICKED!!!!!!!
[Last lines; The stadium parking lot is about half full on a beautiful cloudless day. The sign outside the stadium displays "JUNIOR HIGH TRACK FINALS". Inside the stadium, young runners loosen up at the starting line of the hundred-yard dash. Dash is among them. He waves to the stands. In the stands, Bob, Helen and Jack-Jack wave back. Coming down the steps is none other than Violet's crush, Tony Rydinger. He waves cooly at some friends and heads toward the concession stand. Pausing when he sees Violet and a friend talking nearby. He approaches them.]
Do we have to have cheerleaders at the track meet? I mean, what is that all about?
Violet's friend: Well, I always thought it was more like a...
Hey.
Hey.
You’re, uh, Violet, right?
That’s me.
Violet's friend: See you, Vi.
You look different.
I feel different. Is different... okay?
Hey, different is... [clears throat] Different is great. [stammering] Would you wanna...
Yeah?
Do you think maybe... [stammering] ...you and I... you know...
Violet: Yeah?
Do you...
Shh. I like movies. I’ll buy the popcorn. Okay?
A movie. There you go. Yeah...yeah! Wait, wait...so Friday?
Friday. [She sits down with Bob, Helen and Jack-Jack]
Go, Dash, go! Go, go, go! Run, run!
Come on, run! Pick up the pace! Move it, move it! Pace it! Slow down just a little bit! Don’t give up! Make it close!
Second!
Close second, close second. Yeah! That’s my boy!
Dash, I'm so proud of you.
I didn't know what the heck you wanted me to do.
[The ground begins to quake. The Incredibles stop as the low rumble grows louder. On the far side of the lot, cars begin to be thrown into the air, tossed about like toys. A gargantuan drill spirals out of the ground, throwing dirt and chunks of asphalt in all directions. People run screaming as the enormous metallic vehicle crests and crashes to earth. A door opens on top and a hulking figure in dirty overalls emerges atop a rising platform, his ragged voice amplified through a loudspeaker,]
BEHOLD, THE UNDERMINER! I am always beneath you, but nothing is beneath ME! I hereby declare WAR ON PEACE and happiness! Soon all will tremble BEFORE ME!
[Camera pans off Bob as he glances at his family. They've already donned their masks, ready as they'll ever be. Camera returns to Bob, revealing that he too has put on his mask. He turns toward their new nemesis and smiles, rips his shirt open to reveal the "i" insignia on the chest of his super suit underneath, the logo of Letter I and The Incredibles; credits roll] .



