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!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
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.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
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.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
Shh. Don’t interrupt.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[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.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[She hits the control panel, releasing the family]
We need to get back to the mainland.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
I saw an aircraft hangar on my way in. Straight ahead, I think.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[Bob's hands pry open the heavy metal doors, crunching them like foil. The Incredibles enter the huge hangar]
Where are all the guards?
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[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.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
[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.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
A jet’s not fast enough.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
What’s faster than a jet?
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
[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.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
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.]
[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.
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]
[Bob climbs out of his car and is surprised to find Rusty on the Big Wheel, waiting in exactly the same spot as the day before]
Well, what are you waiting for?
R Rusty
I don’t know...something amazing, I guess....
[A rueful smile blooms and dies on Bob's face]
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]
T Tablet
[Suddenly, the panel projects a blue grid over Bob's face, we hear a robotic male voice]
Match: Mr. Incredible.
T Tablet
[Bob drops the panel in surprise. It clatters to the floor, still functioning. A small foot-long rod with the metal ball at the top pops out from the panel, the ball at the tip makes a quick, single revolution, scanning the surrounding room with a vertical beam]
Room is Secure. Commence Message.
[The panel flickers. It's a video screen. An image appears, the beautiful platinum blonde woman who visited earlier that day is seen]
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.
[Bob quickly gets to his pencil case and tries a pencil; one is not working and then he grabs one that works. He starts taking notes on Mirage's message.]
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...
...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...
[interrupting]
Is someone in there?
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!
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.
T Tablet
[The device shuts off. Bob realizes what Mirage said....and he looks at his past, knowing that this one chance could bring his glory days back...he then looks at his old suit, with a smile.] [Beeping, as Mirage's phone number is printed on a holographic card.]
This...message...will...self-destruct.
[He stumbles out of the office in a cloud of smoke. The smoke rises and triggers the fire alarm and sprinkler system. Violet shuts off panel, while Dash expresses joy.] [Helen is moving the chairs from the table; the front door is open to air out the house. Books of all kinds are on the counter as Bob uses a hair dryer to dry the pages]
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.
The company is sending me to, uh, a conference.
[stammering]
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?
You see? They’re finally recognizing your talents.... you’re moving up!
Honey! Awww...This is wonderful!
[calls the number on the card. Mirage's number is shown: 866-787-7476] [over phone]
Hello?
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
This is Mr. Incredible....I’m in.
[Bob enters the conference room. No one is there. He checks the wall clock: two o'clock. He decides to enter and takes a seat at the table. There are some strange, low sounds. Then the far wall slides open, revealing the outdoors and — a bigger, badder Omnidroid.] [Bob turns to run, but the Omnidroid is fast. It grabs him and flings him into the outside air. Bob sails to the edge of the jungle, landing with a thud. Before he can react, the robot has him again and slams him into the ground. A voice comes over a loudspeaker.]
It’s bigger! It’s badder!
[The robot seizes Bob in one giant claw, turning two others into whirling blades. They close in on Bob's neck — when Syndrome descends from the sky on jet-boots, landing on top of the enormous robot]
Ladies and gentlemen, it's... too much for Mr. Incredible!
[Syndrome reveals himself.]
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.
[Bob suddenly recognizes some familiarity with his rejected sidekick]
Buddy?
[furiously yells at Mr. Incredible]
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.]
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
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.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
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".]
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
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.]
P Probe
Life reading negative. Mr. Incredible terminated. [Syndrome walks away in a satisfied smile for his plans.]
[Bob, now dressed in a more expensive and tailored version of his Insuricare suit, pauses to examine the torn spot on his Mr. Incredible supersuit]
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.
Help customers, climb ladders...
[Bob drives away. He pulls up to an imposing gate, a futuristic web of parallel laser beams. He turns toward a video screen and presses a button beneath it. The video screen lights up, revealing a burly guard]
You have an appointment?
I’m an old friend. I just wanted to...
All visitors are required to make a reser—
[The guard suddenly flinches from something below camera, and is shooed offscreen by a strident, husky female voice. A pair of huge glasses fronting the top half of a head rises into the bottom half of the screen, out of focus. This is Edna Mode, known by her friends simply as "E."] [shoos the guard away]
Get back to work! Go check the electric fence or something! What is it? Who are you? What do you want?
[Bob lowers his sunglasses]
Yes, you’ve gotten fat. Come in, Come, come!
[The gate opens, and Bob drives up the long driveway that winds up the hill to E's tastefully arty palace.] [E leads Bob through the tasteful, minimalistic entranceway into her massive living room. E is in her early sixties, half German, half Japanese, and like both of those small countries, not to be underestimated.]
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.
[Bob hands E his damaged suit. She examines it, frowning.]
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?
[takes it out of the garbage]
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, 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.]
[Unaccustomed to being questioned, E visibly stiffens.]
Do you remember... Thunderhead?
[FLASHBACK: THUNDERHEAD IN HIS PRIME --beefy and B-movie handsome, decked out in a splendid outfit with elegant floor-length cape.] [voiceover]
Tall, storm powers. Nice man. Good with kids.
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.
[she sighs begrudgingly]
Fine. I will also fix the hobo suit...
You’re the best of the best, E.
Yes, I know, darling. [whispering] I know.
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.]
[exasperated]
Are we nearly there yet?
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
We'll get there when we get there!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[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?
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
Do I have to answer?!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[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!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[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?
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
Traction Avenue.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
That'll take me downtown. I take 7th, don't I?
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
[Bob cranks the wheel and cuts across several lanes toward the Seventh Street exit.]
Don’t take 7th!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[Bob aborts the exit, swerving hard to avoid a collision.]
Great, we missed it!
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
You asked me how to get there, and I told you. Exit at Traction!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
That’ll take me downtown!
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
It's coming up! Get in the right lane! Signal!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[changing lanes]
We don't exit at Traction!
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
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.]
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
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!
[laughing]
Let’s do that again.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[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.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
[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.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
I’m asking you to wait with the kids.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
And I’m telling you, "not a chance". You’re my husband. I’m with you for better or worse.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
I have to do this alone!
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
What is this to you? Playtime?
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
No.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
So you can be Mr. Incredible AGAIN?!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
No!
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
Then what? What is it?
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
I’m not...
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
Not what?
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
I’m not strong enough.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
Strong enough. And this will make you stronger?
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
Yes. No!
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
That’s what this is? Some sort of workout!?
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
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.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
[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.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
I don’t know what’ll happen.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
Hey. We’re superheroes. What can happen?
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
[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!
[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?
[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!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[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.]
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
Stay here, okay?
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[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!
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
[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]
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
Hey! Syndrome’s remote!
[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!
[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!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
Go long!
[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!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[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.]
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.]
Frozone Violet!
Mom, I’ve got it! I’ve got the remote!
Frozone A remote? A remote that controls what?
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?!?'
[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 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
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[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.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
[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!
Frozone Try the one next to it.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[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!
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
First button! Got it!
[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!
Frozone Look out!
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
Get outta here, kids, find a safe spot!
We’re not going anywhere!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
'PRESS THE BUTTON!'
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
Not yet!
Frozone [apprehensively, as the Omnidroid advances toward Bob]
Helen...?
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
A closer target! Ya got one shot!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[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!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[—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.
Frozone [They drink in the cheers as the adoring crowd gathers around them] [chuckles]
Just like old times.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
Just like old times. [slaps Frozone on the back, a little too hard]
Frozone [shaking it off]
Oh! Yeah. Hurt then too.
[Cut to Casa de Parr where Helen, in the bedroom, plucks one of Bob's enormous shirts from a stack of freshly cleaned laundry and hangs it up in their closet, when something catches her eye: A long, PLATINUM-BLONDE HAIR (Mirage's) on Bob's suit jacket. Helen plucks it off, examining it. The phone rings. She goes to answer it, hesitating when she hears—] [off-screen, in his home office]
I got it, I got it! Don’t answer it, honey, I got it!
[Helen frowns. There's something suspicious about Bob's eagerness.]
Hello?
[from the Nomanisan Control Room]
We have a new assignment for you.
[Helen, in the bedroom, carefully picks up the phone, puts her finger on the switch hook, places a hand over the mouthpiece, and listens in]
How soon can you get here?
I’ll leave tomorrow morning.
[Bob hangs up the phone and moves to the door, opening it. Helen is there, blocking the doorway. She forces a smile.]
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.]
[cut to the garage where Bob is seated in his new sports car, its engine purring. He belts himself in. Helen enters, still in her robe.]
Bob?
[A storm of conflicting emotions play across her face. But she puts on a happy face and leans down through his open window.]
Ha....have a great trip.
Thanks, sweetie. I’ll call you when I get there.
[Something in her voice makes Bob hesitate. He looks back at her, curious]
I love you too.
MJ Manta Jet Autopilot
[He gives her a kiss, then backs out of the driveway, and, with a wave, drives off.] [Bob is now on Syndrome's Manta Jet. Leaner and meaner in his new supersuit, he dips a fresh shrimp into some cocktail sauce and gazes around the luxurious cabin. He's happy as a clam.]
This is your automated Captain speaking. Would you care for more mimosa?
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
Don’t mind if I do. Thanks.
MJ Manta Jet Autopilot
[His glass disappears into his armrest, instantly replaced by a full glass of mimosa.]
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.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
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.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
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.]
[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?
[Bob goes over to Dash and cuts his steak]
Dash, ya have something you wanna tell your father about school?
[nervously]
Well, we dissected a frog.
Dash got sent to the office again.
Dash got sent to the office again.
[through his teeth]
Nothing.
He put a tack on the teacher's chair... during class.
[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?
[annoyingly teases Violet]
Tony Rydinger.
[annoyingly teases Violet again]
Well, you are.
[angrily shouts at Dash]
I said, shut up, you little insect!
[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.
[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!
[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!
[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?
[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.
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.
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!!
[Jack-Jack laughs]
Lucky. I meant about being normal.
I Mr. Incredible
[First lines; The movie begins with a colored backing. A magnificent, masked man in a black-and-blue superhero suit is sitting in a chair: mid-twenties, ruggedly handsome and powerfully built, he fiddles with a clip-on microphone. We're watching a faded documentary, shot in 16mm. A title fades in, identifying the man as Mr. Incredible]
Is this on?
I Interviewer
[off-screen]
That's fine.
I Mr. Incredible
[muttering to himself]
I can break through walls, I just can't...
I Interviewer
[off-screen]
That's fine.
I Mr. Incredible
I can't get this on.
I Interviewer
[off-screen]
So, Mr. Incredible, do you have a secret identity?
I Mr. Incredible
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?
Elastigirl [Resume documentary: Another striking, masked superhero, a woman this time. A title identifies her as Elastigirl] [On-screen text: Walt Disney Pictures Presents]
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?
Frozone [Resume documentary: Another striking, superhero with a visor, a man. A title identifies him as Frozone] [On-screen text: A Pixar Animation Studios Film]
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.
I Mr. Incredible
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 Interviewer
I could get to that point.
I Interviewer
Wait, no, don't get up. We're not finished.
I Mr. Incredible
Sometimes I think I'd just like the simple life, you know? Relax a little and raise a family.
Elastigirl 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]
PR Police Radio
We interrupt for an important bulletin. A deadly high-speed pursuit between police and armed gunmen is underway, traveling northbound on San Pablo Avenue.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[Bob presses a button. The radio flips: converting to a screen filled with a moving aerial map of the city streets. He selects "Isolate Pursuit". Two red dots appear, moving quickly over the map. He makes a hard right turn. Looks at the screen. A tiny "i" icon (Mr. Incredible's logo) closes in on the two red dots. He checks his watch]
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]
OL Old Lady
Mr. Incredible. Um, Mr. Incredible...
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[Mr. Incredible pulls up. His window whooshes open]
What is it, ma'am?
OL Old Lady
[pointing to tree]
My cat, Squeaker, won't come down.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[Mr. Incredible glances at his screen: the pursuit is headed his way. He thinks, making some quick calculations, then]
Certainly, ma'am! But I suggest you stand clear. There could be trouble.
OL Old Lady
No, no. He's quite tame.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
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]
PO Police Officer #1
Thank you, Mr. Incredible. You've done it again.
PO Police Officer #2
Yeah, you're the best.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
No, I'm just here to help.
PR Police Radio
Attention all units. We have a tour bus robbery...
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[Mr. Incredible frowns and looks at his watch. He makes a calculation, muttering to himself]
Tour bus robbery. I've still got time. Officers. Ma'am. Squeaker.
BI Buddy (IncrediBoy)
[Mr. Incredible jumps into the Incredi-Bile and is startled to find a pudgy kid wearing a mask and a homemade superhero costume sitting in the passenger seat. This is Buddy Pine aka IncrediBoy] [first words]
Cool! Ready for take-off!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
What the...? Who are you supposed to be?
BI Buddy (IncrediBoy)
Well, I'm lncrediBoy.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
What? No. You're that kid from the fan club. [stammering] Brophy-Br-Brody-Bu-Buddy! [sternly] Buddy.
BI Buddy (IncrediBoy)
My name is IncrediBoy.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
Look, I've been nice, I've stood for photos, signed every scrap of paper you pushed at me, but this is...
BI Buddy (IncrediBoy)
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!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[A trail of stolen goods scattered across a rooftop leads us to a mugger. He mutters to himself as he roots through a stolen purse, disregarding some items, stuffing others into his pockets. A shadow looms on the wall behind him]
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.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[Mr. Incredible closes in on him. The snatcher drops the purse and pulls a gun. Suddenly, an arm stretches and punches the snatcher's jaw. Mr. Incredible looks up and sees a dazzling masked woman in an equally dazzling suit. She smiles. If she looks familiar, it's because she is the same woman we saw earlier: Elastigirl, aka the soon-to-be Helen Parr]
Elastigirl.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
Mr. lncredible.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[Elastigirl moves to the snatcher, begins to pick him up]
No, it's all right. I've got him.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
Sure, you've got him. I just took him out for you.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
Sure, you took him out. His attention was on me.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
A fact I exploited to do my job.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
My job, you mean.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
A simple thank you will suffice.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
Thanks, but I don't need any help.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
[Elastigirl assesses him. Slowly moves closer]
Whatever happened to "ladies first"?
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
Well, whatever happened to equal treatment?
S Snatcher
[regaining consciousness]
Hey, look, the lady got me first. [Elastigirl coldcocks the crook with one stretched punch]
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
Well, we could share, you know.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
I work alone.
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
[Elastigirl smiles, moves very close to Mr. Incredible]
Well, I think you need to be more...
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
[In one fluid motion she loops around his body, suddenly behind him and before he can turn, back in front again]
...flexible.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[dazzled]
Are...you doin' anything later?
HE Helen (Elastigirl)
I have a previous engagement.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[She makes a little stutter step to the edge of the roof and jumps, flips, loops and stretches across the rooftops like a liquid cat, disappearing into the setting sun. Mr. Incredible lets out a low whistle. That. Is a woman] [Mr. Incredible handcuffs the snatcher to a pipe]
Now, you just stay here. They usually pick up the garbage in an hour.
Frozone Hey, Incredible!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[Mr. Incredible turns. A helicopter sweeps past, machine guns blazing back towards its pursuer. Frozone swoops down, hot on its tail, surfing a sheet of ice that materializes in his path]
Hey, Frozone!
Frozone [Frozone leaps, grabbing on to one of the chopper's skids]
Shouldn't you be getting ready?
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[Mr. Incredible frowns, glancing at his watch. Mr. Incredible yells at the retreating copter]
I still got time.
[Off-screen, a woman screams followed by the horrified cries of several gathered people] [off-screen]
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]
S Sansweet
[Off-screen: the people outside are now clapping in applause]
I think you broke something.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
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]
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[coughing]
Bomb Voyage.
BV Bomb Voyage
[first words]
Monsieur Incroyable! [Translation: Mr. Incredible!]
I IncrediBoy
[off-screen]
And IncrediBoy!
BV Bomb Voyage
[Both Mr. Incredible and Voyage turn and stare in disbelief at the kid, who awkwardly flies over to them]
IncrediBoy?
I IncrediBoy
Hey, hey! Aren't you curious about how I get around so fast? See? I have these rocket boots.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
Go home, Buddy.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
Now.
BV Bomb Voyage
Petit mufe va! [Translation: Little oaf...]
I IncrediBoy
[he takes Bob aside]
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!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
And now, you have officially carried it too far, Buddy.
I IncrediBoy
[Mr. Incredible grabs Bomb Voyage before he could get away. There is an ugly flash in Buddy's eyes]
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?
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[warns IncrediBoy]
Fly home, Buddy. I work alone.
BV Bomb Voyage
[last words]
Et ton costume est complètement ridicule! [Translation: And your outfit is totally ridiculous!]
I IncrediBoy
Just give me one chance! [to Bomb Voyage] I'll show you. I'll go get the police.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[As Buddy jogs to the shattered window, Mr. Incredible sees that Voyage has sneakily clipped a small bomb onto Buddy's cape]
Buddy, don't!
I IncrediBoy
It'll only take a second, really.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[takes off after him]
NO, STOP! There's a bomb!
I IncrediBoy
[Mr. Incredible grabs Buddy's cape just as "IncrediBoy" takes off, taking Mr. Incredible with him. Mr. Incredible and the boy rocket wildly out of control, spraying sparks in every direction, Mr. Incredible grabbing at the cape desperately for the bomb]
Let go! You're wrecking my flight pattern! I can do this if you let go!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
Will you just...?? I'm trying to help! Stop!
I IncrediBoy
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]
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[Finally, Police and paramedics have arrived, cordoning off the accident scene and treating the injured. At last, Mr. Incredible hands Buddy over to the police]
Take this one home. And make sure his mom knows what he's been doing.
I IncrediBoy
I can help you. You're making a mista---hey!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[The cops shove Buddy into the backseat of their car]
The injured jumper. You sent paramedics?
PO Police Officer
They've already picked him up.
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
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.
PO Police Officer #2
You mean he got away?
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
Well, yeah. Skippy here made sure of that.
I IncrediBoy
[last words]
IncrediBoy!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
You're not affiliated with me!!
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
[A tiny alarm sounds. Mr. Incredible checks his wristwatch]
Holy smokes, I'm late. Listen, I've gotta be somewhere.
PO Police Officer
[Mr. Incredible signals the Incredi-Bile with a remote. It roars into view, squeals to a stop next to him]
What about Bomb Voyage?
BI Bob (Mr. Incredible)
Any other night, I'd go after him myself, but I really gotta go. But don't worry. We'll get him! Eventually!
[Mr. Incredible fires the afterburners. The cops watch in dismay as the Incredi-Bile roars off] [He enters, dressed smartly in a tux, fumbling with his tie]
Hey, is the night still young?
[His best man named Lucius Best (aka Frozone) stops him before he...]
Oh, the mask! You still got the mask.
[Lucius reaches up and pulls off his Mr. Incredible mask. Bob takes a deep breath and pushes open the chapel doors]
Showtime.
M Minister
[Bob, the groom stands at the altar with his bride, Helen, who we quickly realize is also Elastigirl]
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.
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?
M Minister
...so long as you both shall live?
M Minister
I pronounce this couple husband and wife.
[They kiss, as people are cheering and whistling. Gazerbeam, Stratogale, Dynaguy, Meta-Man, Thunderhead, E and Rick Dicker can be seen for a few seconds clapping.]
As long as we both shall live. No matter what happens.
Hey, come on. We’re superheroes. What could happen?
