H Mrs. Hogenson
[Title card reading: "15 Years Later". It's now 15 years later and Bob is working at an insurance agency and stamps "Denied" on 2004 release a frail woman (Mrs. Hogenson)'s policy claim, replacing the red "X" on relase a frail woman (Mrs. Hogenson)'s policy claim]
Denied? You're denying my claim? I don't understand, I have full coverage.
[Her claims adjuster, Bob Parr looks up at Mrs. Hogenson sadly. He looks familiar because it is none other than Mr. Incredible himself, now balding, sixty-four pounds heavier and dressed in a too-tight white-collar shirt sitting in an uncomfortably cramped cubicle. Mrs. Hogenson sits across from him, bewildered and upset]
I'm sorry, Mrs. Hogenson, but our liability is spelled out in paragraph 17. It states clearly-
H Mrs. Hogenson
[stammering]
I-I can't pay for this.
[Bob hears the phone ring]
Excuse me. [answers phone] Claims, Bob Parr.
[Helen chats amiably as she bathes her infant baby Jack-Jack in the sink of their airy, ranch-style kitchen. Her hairstyle has changed, her hips have widened a little, but Motherhood has agreed with her, and little else has changed from her Elastigirl days. A stack of empty moving boxes are stacked haphazardly near the door]
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?
H Mrs. Hogenson
[cries]
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]
[he looks out of his cubicle and above it to make sure no one's eavesdropping and then turns his attention back to Mrs. Hogenson]
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.
H Mrs. Hogenson
Oh, thank you, young man.
[shushing her and peering over the top of his cubicle, looking around and shouting loudly to make sure no one is listening to the conversation]
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]
H Huph
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...
H Huph
[worried]
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]
PA PA Announcement
[Huph leaves. Bob stands there impotently, then sits]
Morning break is over. Morning break is over. [the cup holding Bob's pencils fall to the floor spilling out]
P Principal
[Helen enters the principal's office and sees her son Dash hunched in a chair. Before him are two men, Dash's teacher Bernie Kropp, balding, tense, and looking older than his 36 years, and the school's principal]
I appreciate you coming down here, Mrs. Parr.
[Helen looks at Dash]
What's this about? Has Dash done something wrong?
B Bernie
[first words]
He's a disruptive influence and he openly mocks me in front of the class.
Dash [muttering]
He says.
B Bernie
[to Helen and Dash]
Look, I know it's you! He puts thumbtacks on my stool.
[telling Bernie what he is done to Dash.]
You saw him do this?
B Bernie
Well, not real– No, actually not.
Oh, then how do you know it was him?
B Bernie
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!
P Principal
Uh, Bernie? [pats his shoulder]
B Bernie
Don't "Bernie" me! [angrily threatening to Dash] THIS LITTLE RAT IS GUILTY!
P Principal
You and your son can go now, Mrs. Parr. I'm sorry for the trouble.
B Bernie
[last words]
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 and Helen drive to Western View Junior High to pick up Violet]
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.
Dash Maybe I could, if you'd let me go out for sports.
Honey, you know why we can't do that.
Dash 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.
Dash 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.
Dash Dad always said our powers were nothing to be ashamed of. Our powers made us special.
Everyone's special, Dash.
Dash [muttering]
Which is another way of saying no one is.
B Boy
[At Western View Junior High, daughter Violet stands next to the stairs outside and Tony, her crush, walks out]
Hey, Rydinger. Where you headed?
B Boy
Hey, Tony, can I carry your books?
T Tony
That’s kind of funny.
B1 Boy 1
Hey, Tony, do you play football?
B2 Boy 2
Tony, I thought we were gonna go swimming.
[Tony walks by Violet but when he turns around, he doesn't see anyone. Confused, Tony walks away. Violet's invisible but her clothes are still visible and afterwards becomes fully visible again]
He looked at me.
Dash [car horn honking]
Come on, Violet!
[Bob is on an interstate highway and heading home from Insuricare in gridlock traffic] [slowly arrives in the driveway with his grossly under-sized hatchback, opens the door, accidentally slips on a skateboard and leaves a finger crush on the door, muttering angrily]
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]
Dash [Everyone's eating at the dinner table while Helen feeds Jack-Jack]
Mom. You're making weird faces again.
You make weird faces, honey.
Do ya have to read at the table?
[spots Dash trying to take a bite out of his steak without cutting it]
Smaller bites, Dash. Yikes! Bob, could you help the carnivore cut his meat?
Dash Ow.
[Bob goes over to Dash and cuts his steak]
Dash, ya have something you wanna tell your father about school?
Dash [nervously]
Well, we dissected a frog.
Dash got sent to the office again.
Dash got sent to the office again.
Dash [through his teeth]
Nothing.
He put a tack on the teacher's chair... during class.
Dash [muttering]
Nobody saw me. You could barely see it on the tape.
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...
[Bob accidentally cuts through the plate and then pauses for a few seconds]
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]
[clearing her throat]
So, how about you, Vi? How was school?
[sullenly]
Nothin' to report.
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?
Dash [annoyingly teases Violet]
Tony Rydinger.
Dash [annoyingly teases Violet again]
Well, you are.
[angrily shouts at Dash]
I said, shut up, you little insect!
Dash [annoyingly teases Violet one final time]
Well, she is.
[angrily covers Violet and Dash's mouths]
DO NOT SHOUT AT THE TABLE! Honey!
[Off-screen; in the other room]
Kids! Listen to your mother.
Dash [Helen sighs and the family goes back to eating dinner] [under his breath as he takes a sip from his cup]
She'd eat if we were having "Tony loaf".
[enraged]
'THAT'S IT!' [furiously jumps over the table and angrily starts fighting with Dash] That's it!
[Dash and Violet start fighting]
Stop it!
Dash [furiously starts running around the table angrily hitting Violet every time he passes her]
You’re gonna be toast!
Stop running in the house. Sit down!
Dash [Violet angrily puts a force field in front of Dash to stop him, laughing]
'Ow! Hey, no force fields!'
[stretches her arms to grab Dash and Violet]
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!
[gets another plate while still reading the newspaper]
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!
[picks up the table and Helen, with the kids still fighting]
I'm intervening, I'm intervening!
Violet, let go of your brother!
JJ Jack-Jack
[The doorbell rings.]
Hello?
Dash [The family quickly goes back to their regular positions except for Dash, who runs over to answer the door.]
Hey, Lucius!
Hey, Speedo! Hey, Helen. Vi, Jack-Jack.
[Dash runs back to his seat at the table]
He-hey! Ice of you to drop by.
Ha! Never heard that one before.
Dash [gargling]: Oh, Lucius! [He spits water in the air.]
[He freezes the spit shot and catches it.]
Ah-ha.
Dash Aw... I like it when it shatters.
Hey, where are you two going?
Oh. Bowling night. Say hello to Honey for me, Lucius.
Will do. Good night, Helen. Good night, kids.
[glares at Dash]
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.
Dash 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!!
Dash [Jack-Jack laughs]
Lucky. I meant about being normal.
[Bob and Lucius sit in Lucius's large, comfortable sedan, which is parked in a run-down city neighborhood, reminiscing. A portable police scanner sits on the dashboard, volume low, occasionally interrupting his story]
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?
[laughing]
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'! I mean, the guy has me on a platter, and he won’t shut up.
PR Police Radio
Municiberg, we have a 23-56...
[Bob turns up the volume, suddenly intense]
23-56, what is that? Robbery?
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.
[Meanwhile, in an undercover car....]
He's not alone. The fat guy’s still with him. They’re just talking.
[Back in Lucius's car]
What are we doin' here, Bob?
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—
PR Police Radio
We have a report on a fire...
A fire. We're close! [yelling] YEAH, BABY!
[Lucius reluctantly drives forward...]
Fire! Yeah!
[...as the undercover car follows them] [The camera pans through the inside of a burning building, and then centers on Lucius and Bob, who are both carrying several people over their shoulders]
Is that everybody!?
It better be. [He attempts to generate ice in vain]
I can't lay down a layer thick enough! It's evaporating too fast!
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!
[Bob turns to his side and begins to run with Lucius following him. They crash through the side of the building into the building next to them. A second outside shot of the burning building shows it collapse.]
Yeah....
[But he realizes they’re in a jewelry store...]
Uh-oh.
[...and unknowingly trips the alarm] [sarcastically]
Oh, good.
[alarm sounds]
Oh, now that ain’t right.
WE LOOK LIKE BAD GUYS! INCOMPETENT BAD GUYS!!!
You can get water out of the air!
PO Police Officer
[A police officer breaks in like Virtua Cop.]
FREEZE! [They do] [Lucius, noticing a water cooler, picks up a paper cup and begins to fill it with water] FREEZE!
PO Police Officer
I SAID FREEZE!!!
I’m just... getting... a drink. [He drinks the water]
PO Police Officer
Alright. You’ve had your drink.... Now I want you to...
[Holding up hands in mock surrender]
I know. I know... [drops the cup] Freeze. [He shoots a breeze of ice, freezing the officer and even the bullet]
PR Police Radio
[police radio chatter]
Shots fired!
O Officers
POLICE OFFICERS!
[Drawing their guns, the cops are stopped by a bewildering sight: a recovering heap of rescued fire victims at the base of an enormous hole in the wall. Standing watch over them is the police officer, stunned and blinking under a layer of ice. Bob and Lucius jump into Lucius's car, pulling off their ski masks]
That was way too close. We are not doing that again.
RV Radio voice
Verify you wanna switch targets? Over.
Trust me. This is the one he’s been looking for.
[Bob enters quietly through the kitchen, pausing in the kitchen long enough to nab the remaining hunk of chocolate cake. Humming pleasantly as he chews, he moves into the living room when a voice comes out of the dark. Bob freezes. A light snaps on. A chair swivels around- it's Helen, wearing her robe and a peeved expression.] [angrily]
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".
[noticing a small piece of debris on Bob’s shirt]
Is this... rubble?
[with mouth full]
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.
[shocked]
What?! You knocked down a building?!
It was on fire. Structurally unsound. It was coming down anyway.
[facepalms]
Tell me you haven't been listening to the police scanner again.
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 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!
[enraged]
BECAUSE HE'D BE GREAT!!
[Helen angrily stretches her neck over Bob's head]
THIS IS NOT… ABOUT… YOU!
[Off-screen, a soft ‘woosh’ is heard in the background. Bob and Helen turn to the couch.]
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.
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...
I was gonna say evil or something.
We’re sorry we woke you. Everything’s okay. Go back to bed. It’s late.
Dash Good night, Mom. Night, Dad.
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....
H Huph
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...
H Huph
[Huph shows up continues to yell indistinctly over the phone. Bob eventually gets up from his cubicle and heads to Huph's Office. Mirage slowly walks over, looks around and leaves something on his desk] [Cut to the inside of Huph's office. Marginally bigger than Bob's office, with a coveted window to the outside world. Painfully clean and joyless. Every pencil sharpened, every paper perfectly stacked and aligned to run parallel to the edge of the desktop] [Huph sharpens his pencil and aligns it with the other three]
Sit down, Bob.
H Huph
[He does, moving the 4th pencil. Huph re-aligns it and starts.] [seriously]
I'm not happy, Bob. Not.... happy?!? [He gets up.] Ask me why.
H Huph
Why what? Be specific, Bob.
H Huph
Your customers make me unhappy.
What, you’ve gotten complaints?
H Huph
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?
H Huph
[begrudgingly]
No.
Are you saying we shouldn’t help our customers?
H Huph
The law requires that I answer no.
We're supposed to help people.
H Huph
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.
H Huph
...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!
H Huph
Do NOT change the subject, Bob! We’re discussing YOUR! ATTITUDE!
H Huph
Well, let's hope we don't cover him!
[gets up out of his seat and heads for the door]
I'll be right back. [puts his hand on the doorknob]
H Huph
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]
H Huph
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]
[guilty]
Uh-oh. [Cut to the hospital where Huph is seen in a full body cast in a hospital room]
P PA
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.]
R Rick
Nothin' you haven’t said before.
R Rick
Someone's always in trouble.
R Rick
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.
[Rick reaches and presses the down elevator button.]
I know.
R Rick
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.
R Rick
[Bob stares at the floor, beaten. Rick looks at him with pity. Then as the elevator doors close, Rick stops it with his left arm]
Uh, listen, Bob.
R Rick
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.
R Rick
[Rick stares at Bob a long moment. A bittersweet smile—]
Take care of yourself.
[Rick lets go of the elevator doors. Bob stares at them, numb]
[Helen is at home, talking with Violet while walking down the hallway to her bedroom]
There’s lots of leftovers that you can reheat. Make sure Dash does his homework. And both of you, get to bed on time. I should be back tonight. Late. You can be in charge that long, can’t you?
Yeah. But why am I in charge again?
Nothing. Just a little trouble with Daddy.
You mean Dad’s in trouble, or Dad is the trouble?
I mean either he’s in trouble, or he’s going to be.
Dash [Helen goes into her room to pack. Then, she sees Dash. Not wanting him to see the super suits, she shuts the door, then Dash runs to the window and Helen closes the curtains, then he runs to the other window and then Helen closes the curtains.]
Hey! What’s that? Where’d you get that, Mom? You made a cool outfit? Hey, are those for us? We all get cool outfits? Ha-ha!
Dash! You come back here this moment!
[phone rings]
Hey, Snug. Thanks for getting back. I know this is short notice, but I was hoping that I could get you to...
What are these? [Holds up a red costume, similar to Bob's new super suit]
Dash [Helen takes the suit from Violet] [Dressed in one of the suits and looking at himself in the mirror]
Look, I’m The Dash! The Dash likes!
Just a second. [to Dash] Take that off before somebody sees you.
But you're packing one just like it. Are you hiding something?
Oh, please, honey. I'm on the phone...
Dash [snags one of the suits]
Yikes!
Dash [Handing a suit to Violet]
Yikes! This is yours. It’s specially made.
[Shoving both kids out of the bedroom]
You’re not coming! And I’ve gotta pack!
So, what makes you think it’s special?
Dash I dunno. Why’d Mom try to hide it?
[Violet makes her arm vanish. She touches the suit and the suit vanishes. She gasps.]
Snug, I’m calling in a solid ya owe me.
Snug [over phone]: What do you need?
A jet. What do ya got that’s fast? [looking at a picture of her and Snug]
Snug [over phone]: Let me think...
[The jet soars through the golden late-afternoon sky. Helen pilots the jet as she speaks into her headset.]
Island approach. India Golf Niner-Niner checking in. VFR on top. Over.
[No response. Helen checks the instruments, confirms her course. She tries again.]
Island tower, this is India Golf Niner-Niner requesting vectors to the initial. Over.
[An old sensation begins to creep into Helen's thoughts: danger. She grabs her duffel bag and zips it open, exposing the supersuit E made for her. She stares at it.]
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.]
[The scene cuts to Bob being held in a containment unit by his limbs. Syndrome walks towards him.]
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?
[Syndrome has a guard shock him]
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.
[The guard turns up the juice. Bob screams in agony.]
And now a government plane is requesting permission to land here. WHO DID YOU CONTACT?!
I didn't send for a...a plane.
[to Mirage]
Play the transmission! [Mirage hits the spacebar on the keyboard which activates the transmission]
[via transmission]
India golf Niner-Niner checking in. VFR on top. Over.
So you do know these people. Well, then, I’ll...send them a little greeting. [pushes a button deploying missiles]
[Elastigirl emerges from the lavatory dressed in her super suit. She throws her duffel bag roughly at an apparently empty passenger seat]
Ow!
[as she materializes]
It’s not my fault! Dash started it! He could have ran away, and I knew I’d get blamed for it--
Dash That’s not true!
VA Violet and 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?!
VA Violet and Dash
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?
K Kari
[cut to Casa de Parr, where Kari is on the phone and Jack-Jack is in his hi-chair]
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...
K Kari
I also brought Mozart to play while he sleeps to make him smarter because leading experts say Baby Mozart makes babies smarter.
K 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.
K Kari
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?
[Helen looks at the plane radar and sees several missiles headed towards the plane.]
India Golf Niner-Niner transmitting in the blind guard. Disengage! Repeat, disengage!
[The "fasten seat belts" sign above Dash and Violet lights up. They exchange glances, reach for their seat belts. The jet suddenly dives, throwing them into the ceiling.]
Disengage! Repeat, disengage! Friendlies...
[cut back to the containment unit]
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!
Dash [Dash looks outside to see the missiles.] [fearfully]
Mom?
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.
[cut back to containment unit]
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]
[The plane explodes, and Helen wraps around Violet and Dash. The three begin falling towards the ocean. Helen’s unconscious while Dash and Violet are screaming. Helen then wakes up to see her kids falling next to her. She grabs them and makes a parachute.]
Brace yourselves!
VA Violet and Dash
[They land safely in the water. Helen emerges to see the two kids treading water.]
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!!!
DA Dash and Violet
[A turbine hits about 10 meters away from where the three are. Helen pushes Dash and Violet underwater. Dash and Violet swim back to the surface and Helen watches the missile hit the bottom and explode before swimming back up.]
Oh, my goodness! Whose idea was this anyway?!/What are we gonna do?! What are we gonna do?!
Dash We’re dead! We’re dead!
Dash We survived but we’re dead!
[splashes Violet and Dash with ocean water]
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!?
[Back to the interrogation room.]
We have a confirmed hit. Target...was destroyed.
Ah, you’ll get over it. I seem to recall you preferred to...work...alone...?
[Syndrome laughs evilly as he walks away. But unbeknownst to him, Bob grows absolutely livid.] [Mirage gasps, and with quick thinking she pushes Syndrome out of the way as Bob suddenly grabs her. Syndrome quickly stands up.]
RELEASE ME. NOW!!!
Ooh, that sounds a little dark for you. Nah, go ahead.
[as Mirage gasps and he presses her harder]
It’ll be easy...like breaking a toothpick!
[As Syndrome amusedly waits, Bob slowly loses his will. Then, he sighs...] [...and releases Mirage, as she falls to the floor and looks shocked to Syndrome.]
I knew you couldn’t do it, even when you have nothing to lose. You’re weak!
[He and Mirage sullenly head out.]
And I’ve outgrown you.
[As Mirage looks to Bob one more time with a worried expression, she leaves with Syndrome as Bob starts crying, thinking that he lost his family.]
Those were short-range missiles. Land-based. That way is our best bet.
Dash You wanna go toward the people that tried to kill us?
Do you expect us to swim there?
I expect you to trust me.
[Dash is hastily pushing Helen morphed into a boat, as Violet sits on her.] [The three make it to shore. It is now night]
What a trooper. I’m so proud of you.
Dash Thanks, mom.
MM Mecha-macaw
[It is the following morning. Dash awakens, discovering to his horror that he's curled up with Violet. Repulsed, he jumps up and shudders. The Mecha-macaw (a similar one like the one that observed Mr. Incredible fight the first Omnidroid) spots Dash and Violet]
Identification, please.
Dash Hey! Hey, Violet! Come here, look.
Dash It talks!
Dash [pointing to the mecha-macaw]
There. That one.
MM Mecha-macaw
Voice key incorrect.
MM Mecha-macaw
Voice key incorrect.
[realizing that something is wrong]
Wait a second...
Dash [The bird's head slowly swivels toward the kids with a soft computing sound. Its eyes light up red as its beak drops open, and it lets out a shrill electronic alarm. Violet backs away from the shrieking bird, Dash following after her, panicking.]
What do we do?
Dash Where are we going?
PA P.A.
[Alarms sound. A section of the island grid lights up, locating the kids. A guard hits the "Scramble" button.] [Helen hears the alarm, watches as the guards scramble. Guards on Velocipods zoom out into jungle.]
Intruder alert. Intruder alert. Intruder alert.
[Bob hangs, defeated, in the suspension beams. The cell door slides open. A figure is silhouetted there — Mirage. She switches off the suspension ray. Bob drops to the floor. Bob just sits there on his knees, his eyes cast downward. Mirage crosses to him, kneels down—]
There isn’t much time.
[Bob's hand flashes out and clamps around her throat. He rises, holding her dangling body aloft with one hand.]
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?
[choking]
The family...survived...the...crash! They’re here...on the island!
[Bob releases his grip, Mirage drops to the floor, gasping raggedly. Bob lifts her up and embraces her. Mirage drinks it in, then reacts at the sight of a figure in the doorway. Bob looks up]
Helen...
[Mirage and Bob push apart, Mirage composing herself.]
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.
[Mr. Incredible grabs Elastigirl's arm.]
Let go of me! Let go, you lousy, lying, unfaithful creep!
[They kiss.]
How could I betray the perfect woman?
Oh, you’re referring to me now?
They might’ve triggered the alert.
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.
[Running blindly. The kids are suddenly confronted by guards on three manned Velocipods. Glancing at the guards, Violet speaks quietly to Dash.]
Dash, remember what Mom said.
Dash What?
G2 Guard #2
Hey! Stop talking!
G3 Guard #3
[Abruptly, Vi vanishes. Dash looks around in surprise.]
Hold it! Freeze!
Dash What?
Dash [Suddenly understanding — Dash bolts, jumping from the transport and vanishing into the jungle.]
Oh, yeah! [he runs away]
[It happens fast: The guard's head snaps toward the sound of Vi's voice. He swings his rifle— we hear a heavy thud as Violet's (invisible) body is knocked from the transport: a cloud of dust surrounds an impression in the dirt.]
What the—?! They’re supers!
G2 Guard #2
[Violet disappears]
Get the boy! [guards take off after Dash on Velocipods] Show yourself!
Dash [Dash blasts through the foliage on foot, unbelievably fast, a manned Velocipod hot on his tail. But the terrain is dense, uneven and difficult, and Dash is forced to adhere to the thin trail winding through the growth. A swarm of flies fusses in the air. Suddenly Dash bursts into view; rocketing right through the swarm! Bugs splatter Dash's face like an interstate windshield]
AGGCCHH!!!
Dash [Dash stumbles, careens end over end through the undergrowth like an Indy 500 car crash, and finally tumbles to a stopped. Unharmed, but thoroughly repulsed, Dash wipes his bug-spattered face and teeth.]
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]
Dash 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.]
Dash Uh-oh.
[Velocipod #2 is coming straight at him! Dash wheels around, his legs churning the water like an egg beater. He sees V-pod #1 closing fast. He has nowhere to go and, like a deer in headlights, Dash stops — suddenly dropping beneath the water's surface as the Velocipods collide — BOOM!]
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.
[Training his gun where he last saw Violet, the guard grabs a handful of dirt from the riverbank and throws it into the water. He shoulders his rifle watching the dirt turn into a brown cloud as it travels downstream ...making visible a Violet-shaped pocket] [Aiming gun]
There you are.
Dash [The guard takes aim and Dash blurs past]
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!
Dash [Disoriented, the guard swings and connects — knocking Dash off his feet. He tumbles backward, dazed. The guard shoulders his rifle, leveling it at Dash. Dash looks up; sees he's screwed. The guard grins wickedly and pulls the trigger — Violet suddenly appears in mid-air, diving in front of Dash as she throws a force field around them! A hail of bullets ricochet off the force field.]
How are you doing that?
Dash Whatever you do, don’t stop!
[as Dash starts to walk within the force field like a gerbil on a wheel. Violet spins ever faster in the sphere's hub as Dash accelerates into a run. The guards empty their clips at the rolling sphere with no effect. It rumbles past them and straight into the jungle.] [Moving with the rolling force field as it carries Dash and Vi down a steep hillside into the path of two speeding Velocipods who fire at the sphere. It's clipped by one Velocipod-- which then spirals into a rock and explodes.] [Bob and Helen hear the explosions echo, and stop, worried. That's when they hear the rumble. Before they can get clear, the rolling force field bursts out of the brush]
Mom! Dad! Hey!
[the force field vanishes and the entire family tumbles to the jungle floor.]
Kids! 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.]
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible) & Helen (Elastigirl)
Aww, I love you.
Dash Wow.
[Suddenly the jungle is filled with guards and V-pods. And just as quickly the Incredibles turn as one against them, a hurricane blur of superpowers, suddenly brought to a crashing halt — as ZPE rays strike the Incredibles, suspending them all, motionless, in mid-air, in a clearing.]
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!
NR News reporter on TV
[Back in Syndrome's lair, on a giant screen, network news footage of a crowd gathered around a smoldering hulk resting at the base of a large building. The TV channel changes. Another reporter is covering the same story. Camera widens: Syndrome is delightedly channel surfing with a remote control of his own invention.]
The ship’s unique design suggests...
NR News reporter on TV
There were no fatalities...
[The Incredibles are now side by side in the containment unit]
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]
S Soldier
[Back in Municiberg, the military are fighting a losing battle with the Omnidroid. Soldiers shouting]
Fire at will!
R Reporter
[The Omnidroid starts destroying the military troops with ease.]
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.
Dash Um...dad?
[Violet uses her force field to nullify the zero-point energy's effects and float out of the suspension system. She walks towards the keyboard.]
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.
[She hits the control panel, releasing the family]
We need to get back to the mainland.
I saw an aircraft hangar on my way in. Straight ahead, I think.
[Bob's hands pry open the heavy metal doors, crunching them like foil. The Incredibles enter the huge hangar]
Where are all the guards?
[The guards are all holed up in a command vehicle, watching the Omnidroid reports on TV.] [signaling the others to move inside the command vehicle]
Go, go!
[The guards watch live coverage of the Omnidroid attack on a video monitor. Champagne is popped: the cork is unexpectedly caught by someone standing in the doorway — Mr. Incredible]
Hey, look. Hey! Every time they run, you take a shot.
[The vehicle rocks as Bob quickly takes out the guards within. In moments Bob emerges, whistles to his family that the coast is clear.]
This is the right hangar, but I don’t see any jets.
What’s faster than a jet?
Dash Hey, how about a rocket?
[The other Incredibles follow Dash's finger to an enormous shield-shaped rocket, identical to the one launched earlier — save for a perfect circular hole in the center.]
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?
[A voice comes over the loudspeaker.]
Say please.
[The Incredibles turn and look up. Mirage stands in the monitoring station above the launchpad, smiling.]
M Man
[Cut back to the Omnidroid destroying the city. The driver of a gasoline tanker truck screeches to a halt, his eyes bugging out at the rampaging Omnidroid]
RUN!
[He jumps from the truck just as the Omnidroid seizes the tanker in a giant claw and flings it down the street. A young mother sees it arcing toward her baby carriage.]
MY BABY!
M Man
[Syndrome holds the tanker in place just above the carriage and woman. The crowd is immediately electrified by the sight of the red-haired Superhero.]
The Supers have returned!
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.]
Dash [exasperated]
Are we nearly there yet?
We'll get there when we get there!
[opens the window; to Helen, who is suspended from the Omnidroid's lander, clutching its sides and holding the van in place as loose debris is scattered everywhere.]
How you doing, honey?
[The giant wing is descending, gliding closer to the water, as the city looms closer directly ahead.]
Kids, strap yourselves down like I told you!
[Violet and Dash move to the seats at the monitor panels, belting themselves in. Bob opens his window, yells up to Helen]
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?
That'll take me downtown. I take 7th, don't I?
[Bob cranks the wheel and cuts across several lanes toward the Seventh Street exit.]
Don’t take 7th!
[Bob aborts the exit, swerving hard to avoid a collision.]
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!
[changing lanes]
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?
[Violet and Dash pull themselves upright. They look as if they've emerged from an industrial tumble dryer]
Super-duper, Dad!
Dash [laughing]
Let’s do that again.
[The Omnidroid comes into view through the cracked windshield. Bob releases his seat belt, turns to Helen.]
Wait here and stay hidden. I’m going in.
[Bob grimly starts after the Omnidroid. Helen stretches an arm out and grabs his shoulder, spinning him around.]
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.
What is this to you? Playtime?
So you can be Mr. Incredible AGAIN?!
Strong enough. And this will make you stronger?
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.
[Helen searches Bob's eyes, deeply touched. She throws her arms around him, kissing him.]
If we work together, you won’t have to be.
I don’t know what’ll happen.
Hey. We’re superheroes. What can happen?
[Violet screams. She and Dash jump clear just as the command vehicle is crushed by the Omnidroid's metal foot. The Incredibles run. Another Omnidroid foot smashes into the street, blocking the kids' way. Bob and Helen stop, whirling]
Vi, Dash— NO!
Dash [The Omnidroid is now fully focused on the kids, pounding Violet's force field relentlessly with its giant claws. The shield holds. The Omnidroid draws itself up and drops — the entirety of its massive bulk slams into the force field knocking Vi unconscious. Her force field flickers out]
Violet?
Dash [Again, the Omnidroid draws itself up to deliver the crushing blow. Dash cringes and the bot drops — and hits an obstacle halfway down. Dash looks up]
Dad!
[Bob is underneath the bot, on his back, his arms and legs straining under the weight of it.]
Go, go!
[Violet comes to and is instantly yanked out from under the bot and into Helen's arms.]
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.]
[Helen turns away, charging back toward the robot. Vi and Dash watch their fearless mother in amazement.] [as the Omnidroid pulls itself up the building to look for Bob. Bob charges the Omnidroid, hitting it with enough force to dislodge it from the building. It falls, crashing into the street with an earth-shattering boom. Bob falls with it but rolls and lands on his feet. The familiar sound of cracking ice causes Bob to look up]
Frozone! Yeah!
[A narrow sheet of ice streaks across the pavement and Frozone skates past, joining the fight. Following Frozone — He moves to the Omnidroid, expertly icing its joints as it tries to get up. The Omnidroid whines as its motors strain against the ice. Further down the street, Helen rushes up to Bob]
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]
[The Omnidroid comes down on Bob like a ton of bricks, lifting him high above the ground. Miraculously, Bob has held on to the remote, and he quickly stabs at the buttons, hoping to get lucky. With a boom, one of the bot's limbs releases, sending it — and Bob — crashing to the ground] [Around the corner, Violet sees this. She turns to Dash]
The remote controls the robot!
Dash [The Omnidroid knows this too, and it fires laser blasts at Bob to try to stop Bob from using the remote. Bob jumps clear, then hears Dash from down the street.]
Hey, Dad! Throw it, throw it!
Dash [Bob gives the remote a monster throw, flinging it high into the air and across the river. Dash pivots and takes off after it. The Omnidroid sees Dash and starts firing after him. With Dash as he hits the water, jetting across the water's surface as the Omnidroid fires away. The water explodes around Dash, but he concentrates on the remote, following it into his hands like an NFL receiver.]
Got it!
[Dash crosses the river and hits the streets on the other side, seemingly home free. But the Omnidroid is still firing, and it hits some cars in Dash's path, igniting their gas tanks. Suddenly Dash is surrounded by a wall of flames! Bob runs toward Helen, who is closer to the Omnidroid.]
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.]
F Frozone
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.]
Mom, I’ve got it! I’ve got the remote!
F Frozone
A remote? A remote that controls what?
F Frozone
[Violet begins to fiddle with the remote's click-wheel, pressing its buttons to no effect. The Omnidroid has gotten to its feet and lunges toward them. Violet shrieks and presses the button one last time. Rockets fire underneath the Omnidroid's clawed feet, lifting the enormous machine into the air.]
THE ROBOT?!?'
Dash [Everyone ducks as the Omnidroid rockets overhead, crashing into a building at the end of the street. Like a woozy prizefighter, the Omnidroid gets back on its feet.]
It's coming back!
Dash [Dash snatches the remote from Violet, aims it at the Omnidroid, spins the click-wheel and presses a button. Behind Dash (and unseen by all) the claws on the Omnidroid's detached arm spring open — flinging Bob into the air.]
That wasn't right.
[snatching remote back]
Give me that!
DOWN THE STREET - WITH BOB
[He climbs to his feet, muttering to himself.]
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.
Dash It's getting closer.
[Helen has the remote now and is trying to figure it out. The Omnidroid has them all in its sights and is lumbering toward them. The kids are starting to panic.]
No, this'll work! This'll work! Lucius, try to buy us some time!
F Frozone
Try the one next to it.
[Lucius takes off, throwing ice and skating down the street toward the approaching Omnidroid. He jumps off an ice ramp, his skates converting into a circular ski-disc in mid-air. He lands, throwing a massive ice wall in front of the Omnidroid.] [With Bob as he closes the claw into a massive arrowhead and starts charging down the street. With Helen and the kids — Helen dials the click-wheel on the remote and presses one of the buttons. The back of the claw suddenly fires a rocket engine. Bob veers crazily, trying to control it. Helen presses the button again. Now close to the group, Bob's claw rocket switches off. Bob gets an idea] [Helen presses a button. The claw blades start to spin.]
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!
Dash [The Omnidroid has broken through the first ice wall and pounding away at a second one. Though Frozone's giving it all he's got, the Omnidroid's starting to break through.] [Helen looks at the remote, gestures at her kids.]
It’s getting closer!
Get outta here, kids, find a safe spot!
We’re not going anywhere!
F Frozone
[apprehensively, as the Omnidroid advances toward Bob]
Helen...?
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
A closer target! Ya got one shot!
[The Omnidroid shatters the ice wall Frozone put up, it's almost on top of them. Elastigirl presses the button. The claw-rocket fires. Mr. Incredible aims it directly at the Omnidroid's metal underbelly—]
EVERYBODY DUCK!
[—and releases it. The giant metal claw roars overhead and drills clean through the Omnidroid's body, coming out the other side embedded in the CPU. For a long moment nothing happens. Then the gargantuan machine keels over and explodes. It's over. The family looks at each other, stunned]
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.
OJ Ollie Johnston
Yeah. No school like the old school.
F Frozone
[They drink in the cheers as the adoring crowd gathers around them] [chuckles]
Just like old times.
Just like old times. [slaps Frozone on the back, a little too hard]
F Frozone
[shaking it off]
Oh! Yeah. Hurt then too.
RD Rick Dicker
[A long, black limo cruises down the street. Mr. Incredible sits proudly with his family as Rick Dicker debriefs them. Everyone is enjoying the moment, save for Elastigirl, who has already clicked back into "mother mode" and is using the car phone to get messages]
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?
RD Rick Dicker
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.
K Kari
[Dash plays with the electric windows as Helen retrieves messages from the car phone. Window up, window down...] [beeps; over phone]
Hi, this is Kari. I have a question about Jack-Jack...
[...window up, up, down, up.] [to Dash]
Come on. We're in a limo.
[Bob is looking appreciatively at Violet]
Hey, you're wearing your hair back.
[stammering]
Yeah, I just... yeah.
Dash [to Bob]
That was so cool when you threw that car!
Not as cool as you running on water.
Dash 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.
K Kari
[beeps; over phone]
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?
Dash ...aced those guys that tried to kill us! That was the best vacation ever! [flops back on the seat, exhilarated] I love our family.
K Kari
[beeps; over phone as Jack-Jack cries]
I'M NOT FINE, MRS. PARR! PUT THAT DOWN! STOP IT! YOU NEED TO CALL ME! I NEED HELP, MRS. PARR!
[nudges Bob, shares phone]
Bob, listen to this.
K Kari
[Helen is listening to the last message as the limo slows to a stop in front of their home] [over phone as Jack-Jack is still crying]
I'M CALL THE POLICE OR SOMEONE! [calmly] Hi, this is Kari. Sorry for freakin' out, but your baby has special needs.
K Kari
Anyway, thanks for sending a replacement sitter.
Replacement? I didn't call for a replacement.
[Bob's eyes widen. He and Helen jump from the car, followed by the kids. They cross the lawn and burst through the front door to reveal — Syndrome who spins, hitting the family with his Zero-point energy ray. Cradling a sleeping Jack-Jack in his arms, he grins.]
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!
[Syndrome flings the family into the bookcase. He points his power band toward the roof and blows a huge hole in it, revealing his Manta Jet hovering high above. Syndrome fires his jet-boots and takes off toward the jet.]
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??
[The vibrating baby begins to redden, transforming abruptly into a mini demon. The Jack-Jack monster throws a headlock around Syndrome, laughing maniacally and starts to rip apart Syndrome's Jet-boots!]
WE HAVE TO STOP HIM!!!! THROW SOMTHING!!!!
I can’t! I might hit Jack-Jack!
[Jack-Jack screeched while attacking Syndrome. He pulled some of Syndrome's hair and kicks his chin.] [realization, softly]
Throw me.
[Jack-Jack rips a valve from Syndrome's jet-boots, which propels him upward, slamming his head into the jet's wing. He loses hold of Jack-Jack, who falls after changing back into his human form and starts crying.]
BOB, THROW ME!!
[Helen leaps into Bob's arms, forming into a spear shape. Bob takes aim and flings her toward the falling baby. Helen soars — and grabs Jack-Jack! She quickly blooms into a parachute.] [Syndrome regains control. He successfully docks with the hovering Manta Jet. He stands at the docking doors, his cape blowing dramatically upwards] [his last words before his death]
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.
[But Jack-Jack sees burning wreckage coming toward them and starts to shriek, pointing upwards. Helen turns to see it as wreckage crashes on top of them, destroying the Parr home. Elastigirl and Jack-Jack are saved. Violet and Helen exchange a meaningful look.]
That’s my girl.
Dash Does this mean we have to move again?
R Rusty
[Everyone chuckles at this. The smoke begins to clear, revealing a lone witness to this cataclysmic event — Rusty, whose eyes are as big as dinner plates.]
Oh, man. THAT WAS TOTALLY WICKED!!!!!!!
[Parker Stadium - Metroville, 3 MONTHS LATER]
[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.]
[PA announcements]
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...
T Tony
You’re, uh, Violet, right?
That’s me.
Violet's friend: See you, Vi.
T Tony
[Her friend leaves]
You look different.
I feel different. Is different... okay?
T Tony
Hey, different is... [clears throat] Different is great. [stammering] Would you wanna...
T Tony
Do you think maybe... [stammering] ...you and I... you know...
Violet: Yeah?
[Violet silences Tony with a single finger on his lips. Tony stares at her in shock and wonder.]
Shh. I like movies. I’ll buy the popcorn. Okay?
T Tony
[stammering]
A movie. There you go. Yeah...yeah! Wait, wait...so Friday?
Friday. [She sits down with Bob, Helen and Jack-Jack]
BA Bob and Helen
[The starter pistol fires, and the runners take off. Dash jogs well behind the pack in a confident, easy trot. In the stands Bob, Helen, and Violet cheer Dash on.]
Go, Dash, go! Go, go, go! Run, run!
[Dash hears them and looks toward the stands.]
Run, Dash! Run!
[Dash, his eyes still on his family, accelerates a little and quickly moves toward the front of the pack. Dash, clearly confused now, furrows his brows as he again drops back. The family shouts louder]
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!
[Understanding, Dash accelerates just enough to scare the leader, crossing the finish line inches behind him.]
Second!
Close second, close second. Yeah! That’s my boy!
[The family crosses the parking lot, Dash sitting atop Bob's shoulders, clutching his second-place trophy. Everyone is happy and together]
Dash, I'm so proud of you.
Dash 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] .
