The Incredibles

The Incredibles is a 2004 Academy Award-winning computer animated feature film in which, while trying to lead a quiet suburban life, a family of undercover superheroes are forced into action to save the world. Incredibles 2 was a sequel in 2018, accompanied with a short film by Turning Red director Domee Shi, Bao.

Directed and written by Brad Bird.

Music by Michael Giacchino.

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Robert "Bob" Parr / Mr. Incredible

[repeated phrase] Showtime!

Every superhero has a secret identity. I don't know a single one who doesn't. I mean, who wants the pressure of being super all the time?

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, for 10 minutes?! Please?!"

Sometimes, I think I just like the simple life, you know, relax a little and raise a family.

Heavyweight problems need heavyweight solutions.

Helen Parr / Elastigirl

Of course I have a secret identity. [about her super-suit] Can you see me in this at the supermarket? Come on! Who wants to go shopping as Elastigirl? You know what I mean?

Brace yourselves! Everybody calm down! Now, I will tell you what we are not going to do. We're not gonna panic, and we're not gonna... LOOK OUT!

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.

Remember the bad guys on those shows you used to watch on Saturday mornings? Well, these guys are not like those guys. They won't exercise restraint because you're children. They will kill you if they get the chance. Do not give them that chance.

Lucius Best/Frozone

Super-ladies, they're always trying to tell you their secret identity. Think it'll strengthen the relationship or something like that. I say, "Girl, I don't wanna know about your mild-mannered alter ego or anything like that." I mean, you tell me you're, uh, super-mega-ultra-lightning babe? That's all right with me. I'm good. I'm good.

I don't see anyone from the old days, Bob. Just you. And we're pushing our luck as it is.

It means it's hot! And I'm dehydrated, Bob!

There is no water in this air! What's your excuse, run out of muscle?

We look like bad guys! Incompetent bad guys!

You tell me where my suit is, woman! We are talking about the greater good!

Dash Parr

[After a huge explosion destroys the Parrs' house] Does this mean we have to move again?

Violet Parr

I feel different. Is different okay?

Syndrome (Buddy Pine / IncrediBoy)

And when everyone's super... No one will be.

[After Elastigirl's plane is destroyed] Ah, you'll get over it. I seem to recall you prefer to… ”work alone”?

I knew you couldn't do it, even when you have nothing to lose. You're weak! And I've outgrown you.

It tore me apart, but I've learned an important lesson. You can't count on anyone. Especially your heroes.

[After Mr. Incredible begs him to stop the missiles from hitting Elastigirl's plane] Too late! 15 years too late.

[has just caught the entire Parr family] WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! HEY, TIME OUT!! What have we here? Matching uniforms? [sees Helen] Oh, no.....Elastigirl? You married Elastigirl?! [laughs, then looks at Violet and Dash] And got biz-zay! It's a whole family of Supers! Looks like I've hit the jackpot! [laughs, then says in a twangy accent] Oh, this is just too good!

I'll give them heroics. I'll show 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... [walks away laughing before he talks in a remorseless tone] No one will be.

[freezes the Parr family as they barge into the house while holding a sleeping Jack-Jack; quietly] Shh. The baby is sleeping. [snickers sinisterly] You took away my future. I'm simply returning the favor. Don't worry, I'll be a good mentor. Supportive, encouraging. Everything you weren't! And in time, who knows, he might make a good sidekick.

[latest words before his death] 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] Oh, no.

Mirage

[on message computer] 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. [fades out]

[about Syndrome] He's attracted to power. So am I. It's a weakness we share.

[having had enough of Syndrome's evil after he taunted Mr Incredible with his family's apparent demise] Next time you gamble, bet your own life.

Edna Mode

I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now!

You will show him you remember that he is Mr. Incredible, and you will remind him who you are!

Do you remember Thunderhead? Tall, storm powers? Nice man. Good with kids. November 15th of '58! All was well, another day saved, when... his cape snagged on a missile fin.

Stratogale! April 23rd, '57! Cape caught in a jet turbine!

Meta Man, express elevator! Dynaguy, snag on takeoff! Splashdown, sucked into a vortex! NO CAPES!

Underminer

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!

Dialogue

[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]

Mr. Incredible: Is this on?

Interviewer: [offscreen] That’s fine.

Mr. Incredible: [muttering to himself] I can break through walls, I just can’t…

Interviewer: [offscreen] That’s fine.

Mr. Incredible: I can’t get this on.

Interviewer: [offscreen] So, Mr. Incredible, do you have a secret identity?

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?

[Resume documentary: Another striking, masked superhero, a woman this time. A title identifies her as Elastigirl]

[On-screen text: Walt Disney Pictures Presents]

Elastigirl: 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?

[Resume documentary: Another striking, superhero with a visor, a man. A title identifies him as Frozone]

[On-screen text: A Pixar Animation Studios Film]

Frozone: 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 all right with me. I’m good. I’m good.

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?

Interviewer: I could get to that point.

Mr. Incredible: Please?

Interviewer: Wait, no, don’t get up. We’re not finished.

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. 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]

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.

[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]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): 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]

Old Lady: Mr. Incredible. Um, Mr. Incredible…

[Mr. Incredible pulls up. His window whooshes open]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): What is it, ma’am?

Old Lady: [pointing to tree] My cat, Squeaker, won’t come down.

[Mr. Incredible glances at his screen: the pursuit is headed his way. He thinks, making some quick calculations, then]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Certainly, ma’am! But I suggest you stand clear. There could be trouble.

Old Lady: No, no. He’s quite tame.

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]

Police Officer #1: Thank you, Mr. Incredible. You’ve done it again.

Police Officer #2: Yeah, you’re the best.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): No, I’m just here to help.

Police Radio: Attention all units. We have a tour bus robbery…

[Mr. Incredible frowns and looks at his watch. He makes a calculation, muttering to himself]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Tour bus robbery. I’ve still got time. Officers. Ma’am. Squeaker.

[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]

Buddy (lncrediBoy): Cool! Ready for take-off!

Bob (Mr. Incredible): What the…? Who are you supposed to be?

Buddy (lncrediBoy): Well, I’m lncrediBoy.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): What? No. You’re that kid from the fan club. [stammering] Brophy-Br-Brody-Bu-Buddy! [sternly] Buddy.

Buddy (lncrediBoy): My name is IncrediBoy.

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…

Buddy (lncrediBoy): 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!

[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]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): 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.

Snatcher: Hey, look... [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]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Elastigirl.

Helen (Elastigirl): Mr. lncredible.

[Elastigirl moves to the snatcher, begins to pick him up]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): No, it’s all right. I’ve got him.

Helen (Elastigirl): Sure, you’ve got him. I just took him out for you.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Sure, you took him out. His attention was on me.

Helen (Elastigirl): A fact I exploited to do my job.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): My job, you mean.

Helen (Elastigirl): A simple thank you will suffice.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Thanks, but I don’t need any help.

[Elastigirl assesses him. Slowly moves closer]

Helen (Elastigirl): Whatever happened to "ladies first"?

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Well, whatever happened to equal treatment?

Snatcher: [regaining consciousness] Hey, look, the lady got me first. [Elastigirl coldcocks the crook with one stretched punch]

Helen (Elastigirl): Well, we could share, you know.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): I work alone.

[Elastigirl smiles, moves very close to Mr. Incredible]

Helen (Elastigirl): Well, I think you need to be more…

[In one fluid motion she loops around his body, suddenly behind him and before he can turn, back in front again]

Helen (Elastigirl): ...flexible.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): [dazzled] Are you doin' anything later?

Helen (Elastigirl): I have a previous engagement.

[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]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Now, you just stay here. They usually pick up the garbage in an hour.

Frozone: Hey, lncredible!

[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]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Hey, Frozone!

[Frozone leaps, grabbing on to one of the chopper's skids]

Frozone: Shouldn’t you be getting ready?

[Mr. Incredible frowns, glancing at his watch. Mr. Incredible yells at the retreating copter]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): I still got time.

[Off-screen, a woman screams followed by the horrified cries of several gathered people ]

Woman: [offscreen] 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]

[Off-screen: the people outside are now clapping in applause]

Sansweet: I think you broke something.

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]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): [coughing] Bomb Voyage.

Bomb Voyage: [first words] Monsieur Incroyable! [Translation: Mr. Incredible!]

IncrediBoy: [offscreen] And lncrediBoy!

[Both Mr. Incredible and Voyage turn and stare in disbelief at the kid, who awkwardly flies over to them]

Bomb Voyage: lncrediBoy?

IncrediBoy: Hey, hey! Aren’t you curious about how I get around so fast? See? I have these rocket boots.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Go home, Buddy.

IncrediBoy: What?

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Now.

Bomb Voyage: Petit idiot. [Translation: Little oaf.]

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…lncrediBoy!

Bob (Mr. Incredible): And now, you have officially carried it too far, Buddy.

[Mr. Incredible grabs Bomb Voyage before he could get away. There is an ugly flash in Buddy's eyes]

IncrediBoy: 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?

Bob (Mr. Incredible): [warns IncrediBoy] Fly home, Buddy. I work alone.

Bomb Voyage: [last words] Et ton costume est complètement ridicule! [Translation: And your outfit is totally ridiculous!]

IncrediBoy: Just give me one chance! [to Bomb Voyage] I’ll show you. I’ll go get the police.

[As Buddy jogs to the shattered window, Mr. Incredible sees that Voyage has clipped a small bomb onto Buddy's cape]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Buddy, don’t!

IncrediBoy: It’ll only take a second, really.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): [takes off after him] No, stop! There’s a bomb!

[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]

IncrediBoy: Let go! You’re wrecking my flight pattern! I can do this if you let go!

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Will you just…?? I’m trying to help! Stop!

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]

[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]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Take this one home. And make sure his mom knows what he's been doing.

IncrediBoy: I can help you. You’re making a mista---hey!

[The cops shove Buddy into the backseat of their car]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): The injured jumper. You sent paramedics?

Police Officer: They’ve already picked him up.

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.

Police Officer #2: You mean he got away?

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Well, yeah. Skippy here made sure of that.

IncrediBoy: lncrediBoy!

Bob (Mr. Incredible): You’re not affiliated with me!

[A tiny alarm sounds. Mr. Incredible checks his wristwatch]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Holy smokes, I’m late. Listen, I’ve gotta be somewhere.

[Mr. Incredible signals the Incredi-Bile with a remote. It roars into view, squeals to a stop next to him]

Police Officer: What about Bomb Voyage?

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]

Bob: Hey, is the night still young?

Lucius: You’re very late.

Bob: How do I look? Good?

[His best man named Lucius Best (aka Frozone) stops him before he...]

Lucius: 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]

Bob: Showtime.

[Bob, the groom stands at the altar with his bride, Helen, who we quickly realize is also Elastigirl]

Minister: Robert Parr, will you have this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?

Helen: 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.

Bob: It was playful banter.

Helen: Cutting it kinda close, don’t ya think?

Bob: You need to be more...flexible.

Helen: I love you, but if we’re gonna make this work, you’ve gotta be more than Mr. lncredible. You know that. Don’t you?

Minister: ...so long as you both shall live?

Bob: I do.

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.]

Helen: As long as we both shall live. No matter what happens.

Bob: Hey, come on. We’re superheroes. What could happen?

[The screen switches to a news flash.]

Newsreel Narrator: In a stunning turn of events, a superhero is being sued for saving someone who, apparently, didn’t want to be saved. The plaintiff, Oliver Sansweet, who was foiled in his attempted suicide by Mr. Incredible, has filed a suit against the famed superhero in Superior Court.

[Oliver Sansweet's lawyer stands next to him on the crowded front steps, and speaks to a cluster of reporters]

Sansweet’s Lawyer: Mr. Sansweet didn’t ask to be saved, Mr. Sansweet didn’t wanna be saved! And the injury received from Mr. Incredible’s "actions", so-called causes him daily pain!

Mr. Incredible: Hey, I saved your life!

Sansweet: You didn’t save my life, you ruined my death! That’s what you did...!

Mr. Incredible: Listen, you little [interrupted by his lawyer] piece of....

Mr. Incredible's Lawyer: My client has no further comment at this time.

Newsreel Narrator: Five days later, another suit was filed by victims of the el train accident.

[Shots of a courtroom filled with neck-braced, cast-wearing, train-wreck victims. A lawyer goes through his paces, often gesturing toward a glowering Mr. Incredible]

Newsreel Narrator: Incredible’s court losses cost the government millions, and opened the floodgates for dozens of superhero lawsuits the world over.

[A series of spinning newspaper headlines describing the succession of lawsuits brought against superheroes saying, "DynaGuy sued!", "'SUPER' DAMAGES!", "X-RAY VISION PEEPING TOM?" Irate Taxpayers demonstrate, waving placards that read: "NO MORE SUPER BAILOUTS!", "$UPER EXPEN$IVE!", etc. A government employee addresses her colleagues]

Government Public Speaker: It is time for their secret identity to become their only identity. Time for them to join us, or go away!

Newsreel Narrator: Under tremendous public pressure, and the crushing financial burden of an ever-mounting series of lawsuits, the government quietly initiated the superhero relocation program. [Superheroes exiting the public stage, as they wave goodbye (ala Nixon), duck into cars in a shower of popping flashbulbs, cheered by supporters, jeered by opponents, etc.] The supers will be granted amnesty from responsibility for past actions, in exchange for the promise to never again resume hero work. Where are they now?

[A throng of people mill about the city streets in diverse anonymity]

Newsreel Narrator: They are living among us. Average citizens, average heroes. Quietly and anonymously continuing to make the world a better place.

[The music crescendos as camera lifts up to the horizon and the sun streaming through the clouds.]

[Title card reading: "15 Years Later". It’s now 15 years later and Bob is working at an insurance agency and stamps "Denied" on a frail woman (Mrs. Hogenson)'s policy claim, replacing the red "X" on a frail woman (Mrs. Hogenson)'s policy claim]

Mrs. Hogenson: 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]

Bob: I’m sorry, Mrs. Hogenson, but our liability is spelled out in paragraph 17. It states clearly-

Mrs. Hogenson: [stammering] I-I can’t pay for this.

[Bob hears the phone ring]

Bob: 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]

Helen: I’m calling to celebrate a momentous occasion. We’re now officially moved in.

Bob: Yeah, well, that’s great, honey. And the last three years don’t count because...

Helen: Because I finally unpacked the last box. Now, it’s official. Ha, ha, ha. Why do we have so much junk?

Bob: Listen, honey, I’ve got a client.

Helen: 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.

Bob: Bye, honey. [to Mrs. Hogenson] Excuse me. Where were we?

Mrs. Hogenson: [crying] 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]

Bob: [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.

Mrs. Hogenson: Oh, thank you, young man.

Bob: [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]

Huph: [first words] PaaaaaaaaAAAARRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! [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?!?

Bob: Someone broke into their house, Mr. Huph. (Bob scratches his left ear) Their policy clearly covers them against...

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]

[Huph leaves. Bob stands there impotently, then sits]

PA Announcement: Morning break is over. Morning break is over. [the cup holding Bob's pencils fall to the floor spilling out]

[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]

Principal: I appreciate you coming down here, Mrs. Parr.

[Helen looks at Dash]

Helen: What’s this about? Has Dash done something wrong?

Bernie: [first words] He’s a disruptive influence and he openly mocks me in front of the class.

Dash: [muttering] He says.

Bernie: [to Helen and Dash] Look, I know it's you! He puts thumbtacks on my stool.

Helen: [telling Bernie what he is done to Dash.] You saw him do this?

Bernie: Well, not real– No, actually not.

Helen: Oh, then how do you know it was him?

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?

Principal: Uh, Bernie? [pats his shoulder]

Bernie: Don’t "Bernie" me! [angrily threatening to Dash] THIS LITTLE RAT IS GUILTY!!!

Principal: You and your son can go now, Mrs. Parr. I’m sorry for the trouble.

Bernie: [last words; turns red in anger, to himself] 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]

Helen: 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.

Helen: 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.

Helen: 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?

Helen: 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.

Helen: Everyone's special, Dash.

Dash: [muttering] Which is another way of saying no one is.

[At Western View Junior High, Violet stands next to the stairs outside and Tony, her crush, walks out]

Boy: Hey, Rydinger. Where you headed?

Girl: Hi, Tony.

Tony: Hey.

Boy: Hey, Tony, can I carry your books?

Tony: That’s kind of funny.

Boy 1: Hey, Tony, do you play football?

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]

Violet: He looked at me.

[car horn honking]

Dash: Come on, Violet!

[Bob is on an interstate highway and heading home from Insuricare in gridlock traffic]

Bob: [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]

[Everyone's eating at the dinner table while Helen feeds Jack-Jack]

Dash: Mom. You’re making weird faces again.

Helen: Mmm. No, I'm not.

Bob: You make weird faces, honey.

Helen: Do ya have to read at the table?

Bob: Uh-huh. Yeah.

Helen: [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]

Helen: Dash, ya have something you wanna tell your father about school?

Dash: [nervously] Well, we dissected a frog.

Helen: Dash got sent to the office again.

Bob: [distracted] Good. Good.

Helen: No Bob, that's bad.

Bob: What?

Helen: Dash got sent to the office again.

Bob: What?? What for?

Dash: [through his teeth] Nothing.

Helen: He put a tack on the teacher’s chair...during class.

Dash: [muttering] Nobody saw me. You could barely see it on the tape.

Bob: 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?

Helen: Bob! We are not encouraging this.

Bob: I’m not encouraging, I’m just asking how fast...

Helen: Honey!

[Bob accidentally cuts through the plate and then pauses for a few seconds]

Bob: Great. First the car, now I gotta pay to fix the table...

Helen: The car? What happened to the car?

Bob: Here. I’m getting a new plate. [He leaves angrily and goes into the kitchen]

Helen: [clearing her throat] So, how about you, Vi? How was school?

Violet: [sullenly] Nothin’ to report.

Helen: You’ve hardly touched your food.

Violet: I’m not hungry for meatloaf.

Helen: Well, it is leftover night. We have steak, pasta. What are ya hungry for?

Dash: [annoyingly teases Violet] Tony Rydinger.

Violet: [angrily] Shut up!

Dash: [annoyingly teases Violet again] Well, you are.

Violet: [angrily shouts at Dash] I said, shut up, you little insect!

Dash: [annoyingly teases Violet one final time] Well, she is.

Helen: [angrily covers Violet and Dash's mouths] Do not shout at the table. Honey!

Bob: [Off-screen; in the other room] Kids! Listen to your mother.

[Helen sighs and the family goes back to eating dinner]

Dash: [under his breath as he takes a sip from his cup] She'd eat if we were having "Tony loaf".

Violet: [pissed off] THAT'S IT!! [furiously jumps over the table and angrily starts fighting with Dash] That’s it!

[Dash and Violet start fighting]

Helen: Stop it!

Dash: [furiously starts running around the table angrily hitting Violet every time he passes her] You’re gonna be toast!

Helen: Stop running in the house. Sit down!

[Violet angrily puts a force field in front of Dash to stop him, laughing]

Dash: Ow! Hey, no force fields!

Violet: You started it.

Helen: [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!

Bob: [gets another plate while still reading the newspaper] Simon J. Paladino, longtime advocate of superhero rights, is missing?

Bob: Gazerbeam.

Helen: BOB! IT'S TIME TO ENGAGE! Do something! Don’t just stand there! I need you to...intervene!

Bob: You want me to intervene? Okay!

[picks up the table and Helen, with the kids still fighting]

Bob: I’m intervening, I’m intervening!

Helen: Violet, let go of your brother!

[The doorbell rings.]

Jack-Jack: Hello?

Bob: Get the door.

[The family quickly goes back to their regular positions except for Dash, who runs over to answer the door.]

Dash: Hey, Lucius!

Lucius: Hey, Speedo! Hey, Helen. Vi, Jack-Jack.

[Dash runs back to his seat at the table]

Bob: He-hey! Ice of you to drop by.

Lucius: Ha! Never heard that one before.

Dash [gargling]: Oh, Lucius! [He spits water in the air.]

Lucius: Whoa!

[He freezes the spit shot and catches it.]

Lucius: Ah-ha.

Dash: Aw... I like it when it shatters.

Bob: I’ll be back later.

Helen: Hey, where are you two going?

Bob: It’s Wednesday.

Helen: Oh. Bowling night. Say hello to Honey for me, Lucius.

Lucius: Will do. Good night, Helen. Good night, kids.

Helen: [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.

Helen: Other kids don’t have superpowers. Now, it’s perfectly normal...

Violet: Normal? What do you know about normal? What does anyone in this family know about normal?

Helen: Now, wait a minute, young lady.

Violet: 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]

Dash: Lucky. [Helen gives him an angry look] 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]

Lucius: 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?

Bob: [laughing] He starts monologuing.

Lucius: 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.

Bob: Yammerin'.

Lucius: Yammerin'! I mean, the guy has me on a platter, and he won’t shut up.

Police Radio: Municiberg, we have a 23-56...

[Bob turns up the volume, suddenly intense]

Bob: 23-56, what is that? Robbery?

Lucius: This is just sad.

Bob: Yeah, robbery. Wanna catch a robber?

Lucius: 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....]

Mirage: He’s not alone. The fat guy’s still with him. They’re just talking.

[Back on Lucius's car]

Lucius: What are we doin' here, Bob?

Bob: We're protecting people.

Lucius: Nobody asked us.

Bob: You need an invitation?

Lucius: I’d like one, yes. We keep sneakin' out to do this, and... you remember Gazerbeam?

Bob: Yeah. There was somethin' about him in the paper.

Lucius: He had trouble adjusting to civilian life, too.

Bob: When’s the last time you saw him?

Lucius: I don’t see anyone from the old days, Bob. Just you. And we’re pushin' our luck as it is.

Bob: Oh, come on. Come on, come on.

Lucius: It was fun the first time, but if we keep doin' this, we’re gonna get—

Police Radio: We have a report on a fire...

Bob: A fire. We’re close! [yelling] YEAH, BABY!

Lucius: We’re gonna get caught.

Bob: WOOO-HOO!

[Lucius reluctantly drives forward...]

Bob: Fire! Yeah!

[...as the undercover car follows them both.]

[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]

Lucius: Is that everybody!?

Bob: Yeah, that’s everyone!

Lucius: It better be. [He attempts to generate ice in vain]

Bob: Can’t you put this out?

Lucius: I can’t lay down a layer thick enough! It’s evaporating too fast!

Bob: Well, what’s that mean?

Lucius: It means it’s hot! And I’m dehydrated, Bob!

Bob: You’re out of ice? You can’t run out of ice! I thought you can use the water in the air!

Lucius: There is no water in this air! What’s your excuse, run outta muscle?!

Bob: 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!

Lucius: I wanted to go bowling!!!

Bob: 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.]

Bob: Yeah....

[But he realizes they’re in a jewelry store...]

Bob: Uh-oh.

[...and unknowingly trips the alarm]

Bob: [sarcastically] Oh, good.

[alarm sounds]

Lucius: Oh, now that ain’t right.

[They both start arguing]

Lucius: We look like bad guys! Incompetent bad guys!

Bob: You can get water out of the air!

[Until an officer breaks in]

Police Officer: FREEZE!!

[They do]

[Lucius, noticing a water cooler, picks up a paper cup and begins to fill it with water]

Police Officer: FREEZE!!

Lucius: I'm... thirsty.

Police Officer: I SAID FREEZE!!

Lucius: I’m just... getting... a drink.

[He drinks the water]

Police Officer: Alright. You’ve had your drink.... Now I want you to...

Lucius: [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]

[police radio chatter]

Police Radio: Shots fired!

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]

Lucius: That was way too close. We are not doing that again.

Radio voice: Verify you wanna switch targets? Over.

Mirage: 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.]

Helen: [angry] I thought you'd be back by 11.

Bob: I said I'd be back later.

Helen: I assumed you’d be back later. If you came back at all...you’d be "back later".

Bob: Well, I’m back, okay?

Helen: [noticing a small piece of debris on Bob’s shirt] Is this... rubble?

Bob: [with mouth full] It was just a little workout. Just to stay loose.

Helen: You know how I feel about that, Bob! Darn you! We can’t blow cover again!

Bob: The building was coming down anyway.

Helen: [shocked] What?! You knocked down a building?!

Bob: It was on fire. Structurally unsound. It was coming down anyway.

Helen: [facepalms] Tell me you haven't been listening to the police scanner again.

Bob: Look, I performed a public service. You act like that’s a bad thing!

Helen: It is a bad thing, Bob! Uprooting our family again, so you can relive the glory days is a very bad thing!

Bob: Reliving the glory days is better than acting like they didn’t happen!

Helen: 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!

Bob: It’s not a graduation. He’s moving from the fourth grade to the fifth grade.

Helen: It’s a ceremony!

Bob: It’s psychotic! They keep creating new ways to celebrate mediocrity but if someone is genuinely exceptional, then—

Helen: This is not about you, Bob! This is about Dash!

Bob: You wanna do something for Dash? Then let him actually compete! Let him go out for sports!

Helen: I will not be made the enemy here! You know why we can’t do that!

Bob: BECAUSE HE'D BE GREAT!!

[Helen angrily stretches her neck over Bob's head]

Helen: THIS IS NOT....ABOUT...YOU!!

[Offscreen, a soft ‘woosh’ is heard in the background. Bob and Helen turn to the couch.]

Bob: All right, Dash. I know you’re listening. Come on out.

Helen: Vi? You, too, young lady. [Violet materializes]

Bob: Come on. Come on out. It’s okay, kids. We’re just having a discussion.

Violet: Pretty loud discussion.

Bob: 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...

Helen: Pigheadedness?

Bob: I was gonna say evil or something.

Helen: We’re sorry we woke you. Everything’s okay. Go back to bed. It’s late.

Dash: Good night, Mom. Night, Dad.

Violet: Good night.

Helen: In fact, we should all be in bed. [walks over to the nearby lamp and turns it off]

[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....

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.

Bob: Now?

Huph's Secretary: Now...

[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]

Huph: Sit down, Bob.

[He does, moving the 4th pencil. Huph re-aligns it and starts.]

Huph: [seriously] I’m not happy, Bob. Not.... happy?!? [He gets up.] Ask me why.

Bob: Okay. Why?

Huph: Why what? Be specific, Bob.

Bob: Why are you unhappy?

Huph: Your customers make me unhappy.

Bob: What, you’ve gotten complaints?

Huph: Complaints I can handle. What I can’t handle is your clients’ inexplicable knowledge of lnsuricare’s inner workings!! They're experts! EXPERTS, Bob! Exploiting every loophole, dodging every obstacle! They're penetrating the bureaucracy!!

Bob: Did I do something illegal?

Huph: [begrudgingly] ...no...

Bob: Are you saying we shouldn’t help our customers?

Huph: The law requires that I answer no.

Bob: We’re supposed to help people!

Huph: We're supposed to help OUR PEOPLE!! Starting with our stockholders, Bob! Who's helping them out, huh?!

[He sighs and regains composure.]

Huph: 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]

Huph: ...a company...

Bob: Is like an enormous clock.

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]

Bob: That man out there, he needs help!

Huph: Do NOT change the subject, Bob! We’re discussing YOUR! ATTITUDE!

Bob: He is getting mugged!

Huph: Well, let’s hope we don’t cover him!

Bob: [gets up out of his seat and heads for the door] I’ll be right back. [puts his hand on the doorknob]

[And just when Bob puts his hand on the doorknob, Huph threatens him]

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]

Huph: Get over here...now.

[Bob lets go of the doorknob, now crushed out of shape, and walks over to Huph.]

Huph [While Bob watches the mugger getting away]: [seriously] I’m not happy, Bob. Not happy.

Bob: ...he got away....

Huph: [last words] Good thing, too...heh! You were this close to losing your j-

[Bob furiously grabs Huph by the throat and crossly took him. Then he accidentally throws him through 5 office walls that nearly kill him; Huph crashes into a filing cabinet, badly injured; Everyone stares at Bob in shock]

Bob: Uh-oh....

[Cut to the hospital where Huph is seen in a full body cast in a hospital room]

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.]

Bob: How is he?

Rick: He’ll live.

Bob: I’m fired, aren’t I?

Rick: Oh, you think?

Bob: What can I say, Rick?

Rick: Nothin' you haven’t said before.

Bob: Someone was in trouble.

Rick: Someone’s always in trouble.

Bob: I had to do something.

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.]

Bob: I know.

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 doin' 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.

[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]

Rick: Uh, listen, Bob.

Rick: Maybe I could relocate you. You know, for old times’ sake.

Bob: No. I can’t do that to my family. Everyone just got settled. I’ll make it work. Thanks.

[Rick stares at Bob a long moment. A bittersweet smile—]

Rick: 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]

Bob: Well, what are you waiting for?

Rusty: I don’t know...something amazing, I guess....

[A rueful smile blooms and dies on Bob's face]

Bob: 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]

Bob: Huh? Hold still?

[Suddenly, the panel projects a blue grid over Bob's face, we hear a robotic male voice]

Tablet: Match: Mr. Incredible.

[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]

Tablet: 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]

Mirage: 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.]

Mirage: 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...

Helen: [interrupting] Honey!

Bob: Huh? What?

Helen: Dinner’s ready!

Bob: Okay!

Mirage: ...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...

Helen: [interrupting] Is someone in there?

Bob: It’s the TV, trying to watch!

Mirage: Because of its highly sensitive nature, this mission does not, nor will it ever, exist.

Helen: Well, stop trying. It’s time for dinner!

Bob: One minute!

Mirage: 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.

[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.]

Tablet: This...message...will...self-destruct.

Bob: Uh-oh.

[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]

Helen: You...are one distracted guy.

Bob: Hmm? Am I? I don’t mean to be.

Helen: 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.

Bob: Honey? About the job?

Helen: What?

Bob: Something’s happened.

Helen: [concerned] What?

Bob: The, uh...

Helen: What...

Bob: The company is sending me to, uh, a conference.

Helen: A conference?

Bob: [stammering] Out of town. And I’m just gonna be gone for a few days.

Helen: They’ve never sent you to a conference before.... This is good, isn’t it?

Bob: [hesitating] Yes.

Helen: You see? They’re finally recognizing your talents.... you’re moving up!

Bob: Yes.

Helen: Honey! Awww...This is wonderful!

Bob: Yes, it is.

[calls the number on the card. Mirage's number is shown: 866-787-7476]

Mirage: [over phone] Hello?

Bob (Mr. Incredible): This is Mr. Incredible....I’m in.

[A sleek-looking Manta Jet slices the sky. Bob, clad in his old (and now too-tight) Mr. Incredible suit is on board along with Mirage. She is briefing Bob on his mission.]

Mirage: The Omnidroid 9000 is a top-secret prototype battle robot. Its artificial intelligence enables it to solve any problem it’s confronted with. And unfortunately...

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Let me guess. It got smart enough to wonder why it had to take orders.

Mirage: We lost control. And now it’s loose in the jungle, threatening our facility. We’ve had to evacuate all personnel from the island for their own safety.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): How am I going in?

Mirage: The Omnidroid’s defenses necessitate an airdrop from 5,000 feet. Its cloaking devices make it difficult to track. Although we’re pretty sure it’s on the southern half of the island. One more thing. Obviously, it represents a significant investment.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): You want me to shut it down without completely destroying it.

Mirage: You are Mr. Incredible.

[Bob is on an advanced seat, he puts his belt on, and the seat shifts into a bed, as it is about to enter a shuttle. However, being out of shape is causing a problem to get him into the shuttle. The soldier then increases the seat power and it successfully gets Mr. Incredible in the shuttle.]

Mirage: I’ve got to warn you, it’s a learning robot. Every moment you spend fighting it only increases its knowledge of how to beat you.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Shut it down. Do it quickly. Don’t destroy it.

Mirage: And don’t die.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Great. Thanks.

[The shuttle ejects. It rockets down the island. After stopping, it propels with two blades. After a while, it lands. Mr. Incredible tries to get out, but his belly won't let him out. He goes back in and punches the shuttle in half. He flexes and gets ready.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Showtime.

[He explores the jungle, prepare to find the Omnidroid.]

[He sees a blade mark on a tree and a cross on the grass. Suddenly, the Omnidroid surprises him from behind, as it tries to impale him unsuccessfully. It slashes a 3rd time, only against a mark on Mr. Incredible's arm. Mr. Incredible leaps over the robot and throws a punch that sends it flying to a tree.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): [gruntingly] Yeah!

[The Omnidroid gets up, and the real fight begins.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Uh-oh.

[The Omnidroid charges at him, as he leaps over. The robot unfortunately calculated his leaping arc, and that allowed it to swat him mid-air, slamming Mr. Incredible into another tree that toppled onto the Omnidroid. But the robot rolled out of its way, and reformed. The robot curled up again to crush him, only for Mr. Incredible to dodge it, as it knocks down some trees before charging at him quickly. Mr. Incredible sprints his way off, but he almost gets crushed by the robot as he jumps over a cliff, slides on it, and lands. The Omnidroid arrives at a similar pace, as it receives a boulder from our hero. The Omnidroid does the same 3 times, the latter hitting Mr. Incredible. It almost impales him unsuccessfully. Its claw is lodged in the cliff, as the hero runs for safety. The Omnidroid pulls its limb out of the cliff and leaps high into the air, intent on crushing Mr. Incredible, who leapt out of the way and landed in the lava fields. The Omnidroid lands and makes an attempt to push Mr. Incredible into the lava as he tried to push back. After a few seconds however, he lets out a scream while using his maximum strength and jerk-pulls the robot aside into the lava.]

[Bob laughs in what he thought was his victory, but after trying to spin, his spine cracks.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): AH! Ow, ow, ow! OH, MY BACK!

[The Omnidroid suddenly bursts out of the lava through a piece of the stone platform, making it crack. It proceeds to spin its claws, as Mr. Incredible leaps on a chunk of rock. But then the Omnidroid grabs him by his feet with one of its claws and slams him to the ground before grabbing his arms with another. It begins to pull him apart.... until it stops when it accidentally fixes his back.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Oh....Hahaha!

[He then jack-knifes, ripping the claw off one of its arms. He runs under the robot, as it uses its lower sensor cluster. Just as it spots its target, he rips it off, and climbs inside the robot, as it unintentionally starts damaging itself. After a while, it stops, weakened. Mr. Incredible punches off its upper sensor cluster, as it whistles while ''riding'' the robot. The robot tries to pull him out, but it accidentally tears out its CPU. Mr. Incredible jumps out of the robot and casually walks away, as the Omnidroid motionlessly falls down.]

[A mecha-macaw observed everything, as it zooms to the screen.]

Syndrome: [silhouetted; to Mirage] Surprising....We must bring him back. Sound the all-clear, and....invite him to dinner.

[Mr. Incredible is in a pod, inside the volcano's magma flows. He waits for Mirage in a huge dining room, while peeking to see who the mysterious man was.]

Syndrome: [silhouetted] Most important, keep things light. Praise him. Make him feel like we appreciate his abilities.

[He hides back and pretends to have waited long enough.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Am I overdressed?

Mirage: Actually, you look rather dashing.

[They head to the dining table and sit.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): I take it our host is...

Mirage: Oh, I’m sorry. He won’t be dining with us. He hopes you’ll understand.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Of course. I do usually make it a point to know who I’m working for.

Mirage: He prefers a certain amount of anonymity. Surely, you of all people understand that.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): I was just wondering, of all the places to settle down, why live...

Mirage: In a volcano? He’s attracted to power. So am I. It’s a weakness we share.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Seems a bit unstable.

Mirage: I prefer to think of it as misunderstood.

Bob (Mr. Incredible) [chuckling]: Aren’t we all?

Mirage: Volcanic soil is among the most fertile on Earth. Everything at the table was grown right here. How does it compare?

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Everything’s delicious.

[Bob raises his glass. Mirage smiles and does likewise]

[MONTAGE: INCREDIBLE AGAIN — His self-esteem back, Bob returns home with renewed vigor. He bonds with his kids, gets frisky with Helen, and takes pride in his new appearance. He buys a new snazzy sports car for himself, and a new car for Helen. After he says goodbye to Helen several mornings, clearly pretending to go off to the job he no longer holds at Insuricare, we see how he's actually spending his days; dropping weight and getting in shape. The Superheroic workouts do their job; Bob is in the best shape he's been in many years.]

[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]

Bob: Ah, jeez.

Helen: 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.

Bob: Thanks.

Helen: Help customers, climb ladders...

Bob: Bring bacon?

Helen: All that jazz.

[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]

Guard: You have an appointment?

Bob: I’m an old friend. I just wanted to...

Guard: 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."]

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]

E: 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.]

E: 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.

Bob: Weren’t you just in the news? Some show in Prayge...Prague?

E: 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.

Bob: E, I just need a patch job.

[Bob hands E his damaged suit. She examines it, frowning.]

E: Hmm. This is megamesh. Outmoded, but very sturdy. And you’ve torn right through it! What have you been doing, Robert? Moonlighting hero work?

Bob: Musta happened a long time ago.

E: 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?

Bob: [takes it out of the garbage] What do you mean? You designed it.

E: I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now. You need a new suit. That much is certain.

Bob: A new suit? Where the heck am I gonna get a new suit?

E: You can't! It’s impossible! I’m far too busy. So ask me now, before I again become sane....

Bob: Wait....you want... to make me... a suit?

E: You push too hard, darling! But I accept. It will be bold. Dramatic!

Bob: Yeah.

E: Heroic!

Bob: Yeah, something classic, like Dynaguy! Oh! He had a great look! Oh, the cape and the boots—

E: No capes! [She throws a paper ball at him.]

[This puzzles Bob.]

Bob: Isn’t that my decision?

[Unaccustomed to being questioned, E visibly stiffens.]

E: 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.]

E: [voiceover] Tall, storm powers. Nice man. Good with kids.

Bob: Listen, E...

E: November 15th of ‘58. [RESUME FLASHBACK — A madman aims a missile launcher at a city across a bay. Thunderhead leaps into frame, dispatches him with a single punched and turns the missile towards the open sea. His duty done, he turns and smiles at a young lady standing nearby, failing to notice that his cape has caught on the missile, voiceover, continued] All was well, another day saved, when— [The rocket blasts into the distance, taking Thunderhead with it, voiceover, continued] —his cape snagged on a missile fin. [INTERCUT: comically brief FLASHBACKS [as E describes them] of each Super being doomed by his or her cape.]

Bob: Thunderhead was not the brightest bulb...

E: Stratogale! April 23rd, ‘57. Cape caught in a jet turbine.

Bob: E, you can’t generalize about these things.

E: 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.

Bob: You know I’m retired from hero work.

E: As am I, Robert. Yet here we are.

Bob: E, I only need a patch job. For... sentimental reasons.

E: [she sighs begrudgingly] Fine. I will also fix the hobo suit....

Bob: You’re the best of the best, E.

E: Yes, I know, darling. [whispering] I know.

[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—]

Bob: [offscreen, 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.]

Bob: Hello?

Mirage: [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]

Mirage: How soon can you get here?

Bob: I’ll leave tomorrow morning.

Mirage: See you there.

Bob: Goodbye.

[Bob hangs up the phone and moves to the door, opening it. Helen is there, blocking the doorway. She forces a smile.]

Helen: Who was that, honey? The, uh, office?

Bob: 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.]

Helen: Bob?

Bob: Yeah, what’s up, honey?

Helen: [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.

Bob: Thanks, sweetie. I’ll call you when I get there.

Helen: I love you... so much.

[Something in her voice makes Bob hesitate. He looks back at her, curious]

Bob: I love you too.

[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.]

Manta Jet Autopilot: This is your automated Captain speaking. Would you care for more mimosa?

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Don’t mind if I do. Thanks.

[His glass disappears into his armrest, instantly replaced by a full glass of mimosa.]

Manta Jet Autopilot: 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.]

Mirage: Hello, Mr. Incredible. Nice suit.

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.]

Mirage: You’ll be briefed on your assignment in the conference room at two. D Wing, room A-113.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): 2:00. Got it.

Mirage: 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.]

[Helen vacuums the hallway next to Bob's office. She vacuums the carpet near the door, hears the vacuum pick up filth and groans before entering the room. She begins to vacuum the office and notices the door displaying Bob's old supersuit is open. She observes the suit and notices a tear in the right arm of the suit has been fixed]

Helen: [gasps, realizing who repaired the suit] Edna? I'd like to speak with Edna.

E: This is Edna.

Helen: E? This is Helen.

E: Helen who?

Helen: Helen Parr? You know...Elastigirl.

E: Darling! [Helen nearly drops the phone] It’s been such a long time after all these years! So long!

Helen: Yes, yes, yes. It’s been a while. Listen, there’s only one person Bob would trust to patch his supersuit and that’s you.

E: Yes, yes, yes. Marvelous, isn’t it? Much better than those horrible pajamas he used to wear. They are finished. When are you coming to see?

Helen: Look, I’m calling about...

E: Don’t make me beg, darling. I won’t do it, you know.

Helen: Beg? Uh, no. I’m calling about suit. Ab-about Bob’s suit! I’m calling about Bob’s suit!

E: You come in one hour, darling. I insist, okay? Okay. Goodbye.

[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.]

Syndrome: 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.

Syndrome: Ladies and gentlemen, it's.... too much for Mr. lncredible!!

[Syndrome reveals himself.]

Syndrome: Whoa, Whoa! Whoa! It’s finally ready!

[He shuts down the blades of the Omnidroid.]

Syndrome: 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... [whispering] I am your biggest fan.

[Bob suddenly recognizes some familiarity with his rejected sidekick]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Buddy?

Syndrome: My name is not... BUDDY!!!!!!! [The Omnidroid throws Bob on the floor. Syndrome lands.] And it’s not lncrediBoy 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: MR. INCREDIBLE & BUDDY 15 YEARS EARLIER, A shot from the prologue, softened by memory. A young Mr. Incredible warns Buddy/IncrediBoy.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Fly home, Buddy. I work alone. [Continues — BUDDY IN HIS BEDROOM, Still in his IncrediBoy costume, but without the mask, Buddy glowers up at his bedroom wall, a shrine to Mr. Incredible. He tears a poster 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.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Look, I was wrong to treat you that way.... I’m sorry! (But you're making a big problem since a long time ago!)

Syndrome: 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".]

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.]

Probe: Life reading negative. Mr. Incredible terminated. [Syndrome walks away in a satisfied smile for his plans.]

[Cut to Edna's palace; E and Helen are walking down the hallway to her lab]

E: This project has completely confiscated my life, darling. Consumed me as only hero work can. My best work, I must admit. Simple, elegant, yet bold. You will die.

Helen: E, I just...

E: I did Robert’s suit, and it turned out so beautiful, I had to continue.

Helen: E, it’s great to see you, but I gotta tell you I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just...

E: Yes, words are useless. Gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble! Too much of it, darling. TOO MUCH! That is why I show you my work. That is why you are here!

[She turns to the wall and rapidly executes an elaborate series of security measures; punches a fifteen-digit code with her left hand, while pressing her right hand against a biometric scanner. It flashes, as she exposes her eyes to a retinal scan which causes a microphone to extend from the wall to her lips]

E: Edna Mode. [In a flash: a ceiling panel opens, and out pops an enormous gun, which trains its sights on Helen. E sees this, turns back to the microphone, adding hastily] And guest. [The weapons retreat]

[The gun retreats into the ceiling. The wall in front of them opens dramatically, revealing Edna's testing lab. A large, ultra-sophisticated work area, dedicated to the design, fabrication, and testing of superhero suits. E crosses to a large, raised platform mounted to a track running parallel to a glassed-in chamber, and sits in one of the two chairs facing it. Between the chairs is a small table with a fresh pot of coffee and assorted cookies. E motions Helen to join her]

E: Come. Sit. Cream and sugar?

[Hands Helen the cup of coffee]

Helen: Thanks.

E: I started with the baby.

Helen: Started?

E: Shh! Darling! Shh! [Inside the chamber, a panel opens. A small, featureless baby mannequin in a tiny red suit (sporting the same "i" insignia as Bob's) mounted to a post emerges, tracking slowly from one end of the chamber to the other.] I cut it a little roomy for the free movement. The fabric is comfortable for sensitive skin [Helen jumps back as E continues talking. Flamethrowers throw fire at the suit without leaving burn marks] and can also withstand a temperature of over 1000 degrees. Completely bulletproof. [machine guns train on the suit and empty rounds into it without causing any damage] And machine washable, darling. That’s a new feature.

Helen: What on Earth do you think the baby will be doing??

E: Well, I’m sure I don’t know, darling. Luck favors the prepared. I didn’t know the baby’s powers, so I covered the basics.

Helen: Jack-Jack doesn’t have any powers.

E: No? Well, he’ll look fabulous anyway.

[As the baby suit exits one end, the panel reopens on the other side. Another mannequin Dash's size swings into the smoky chamber; its arms and legs slowly churning in a "running" motion which gradually accelerates into a blur.]

E: Your boy’s suit I designed to withstand enormous friction without heating up or wearing out. A useful feature. [The Dash suit departs into the wall as a new suit enters. It's Violet's.] Your daughter’s suit was tricky. But I finally created a sturdy material that will disappear completely as she does. [it briefly disappears and then reappears. Helen's suit moves into view. Robot arms enter from above and below, clamp to the sleeves of the arms and pants, and begin to pull them while twisting them] Your suit can stretch as far as you can, without injuring yourself, [the suit gets stretched] and still retain its shape. Virtually indestructible... [two missiles fire at the suit, but the suit sustains no damage] yet it breathes like Egyptian cotton. As an extra feature, each suit contains a homing device, giving you the precise global location of the wearer at the touch of a button. [hands Helen one, showing the tracking location of one of the suits, specifically Bob's] Well, darling? What do you think?

Helen: What do I think? Bob is retired! I’m retired! Our family is underground. You helped my husband resume secret hero work behind my back?!

E: Well, I assumed you knew, darling. Why would he keep secrets from you?

Helen: He wouldn’t. Didn’t. Doesn’t.

E: Men at Robert’s age are often unstable. Prone to weakness.

Helen: What are you saying?

E: Do you know where he is?

Helen: Of....cours-

E: Do you know.... where he is?

[Back in Nomanisan, Bob is hiding in brush at the top of a cliff. Along the waterline far below, a monopod streaks toward him along a track which curves around the coastline. Bob crouches... and dives — we fall with him, whistling through the air until we hit a palm tree. The palm bends, slowing Bob's drop before he expertly releases it and drops into another palm directly below it. Bob leaps onto the roof of the pod, quickly dispatching the guards inside, tossing them into the ocean. Bob seats himself at the controls, as the pod races toward Syndrome's base and a security checkpoint. Two guards look up as they hear the monopod approach. A sparking wheel carriage arrives at the gate, its cab completely torn off and missing. Suddenly alert, the guards cock their guns and aim into the dark. We hear a distant grunt. A moment later the cab falls from the sky, crashing on top of the guards. Bob runs through the wrecked gate, toward the base. Bob pulls up behind some trees. There are several guards; two at the vehicle entrance, another at the balcony above. Bob thinks a bit, looks down and finds a coconut. With expert precision, he throws it at the balcony guard, beaning him. He falls off the balcony and hits the ground.]

[voice on radio]

Guard 1: Hey, hey. We got a man down!

Guard 2: Come on, let’s go.

Guard 2: Are you okay? What happened?

[over radio] Break surveillance and engage. Continuing sweep...

[The other guards rush to help him, leaving their post. Bob runs up to the vehicle entrance — it's locked tight. Bob sees shadows of guards approaching, he's out in the open and about to be caught when — the door suddenly sweeps up and opens, taking Bob with it. A medical transport comes out of the open bay, and as the door moves closed behind it, we see Bob drop into the garage. Elevator. Bob emerges in the dining hall and stares at the lava fall. He knows there is a secret passage behind it. He picks up a large stone sculpture in the shape of a Moai head and readies to run into the lava fall. One... two... thr— Bob is startled by a flash of light behind the fall; the passage is opening. He loses his balance, struggling to set the massive sculpture back into place before Mirage enters. Bob rushes into the closing passage. Jumps clear just as passage closes. A series of parallel floor lights click on. Bob follows them to an elaborate chair in the center of the room, lit from above. Bob sits down in the chair. A giant. curved screen lights up in front of him, with a blinking cursor in its center. Bob types in "KRONOS". The computer screen refreshes: Bob is in.]

[Switch back to Helen and E]

Woman: [over phone] Insuricare.

Helen: Oh, hello. This is Helen Parr. Bob Parr is my husband. I was wondering if you could give me the number of the hotel he’s staying at. The number I have is, uh, no good.

Woman: Mr. Parr no longer works at Insuricare.

Helen: [confused] What do you mean? He’s on a business trip. A company retreat.

Woman: My records say his employment was terminated almost two months ago.

[Switch back to Bob. After apparently searching one of the information sectors, he proceeds to go to the ''Supers'' sector. He presses "return", and it's a slideshow of the superheroes and the older Omnidroids.]

[The sequence is as follows:]

[Universal Man - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X1]

[Psycwave - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X1]

[Everseer - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X1]

[Macroburst - Terminated Omnidroid v.X1]

[Macroburst - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X2]

[Phylangue - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X2]

[Blazestone - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X2]

[Switch back to Helen and E. Helen's call ends, as she worries for Bob.]

[Switch back again to Bob in the Computer room. The sequence continues.]

[Downburst - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X3]

[Hyper Shock - Terminated Omnidroid v.X3]

[Hyper Shock - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X4]

[Apogee - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X4]

[Unknown Super - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X4]

[Blitzerman - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X4]

[Tradewind - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X4]

[Vectress - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X4]

[Unknown Super - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X4]

[Gazerbeam - Terminated Omnidroid v.X4]

[Gazerbeam - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X5]

[Stormicide - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X5]

[Gamma Jack - Terminated Omnidroid v.X5]

[Gamma Jack - Terminated by Omnidroid v.X6]

[Unknown Super - Terminated Omnidroid v.X6]

[Switch back to Helen and E.]

E: So, you don’t know where he is.

[She shows a tracking device to Helen.]

E: Would you like to find out...?

[Switch back to Bob; the sequence has ended.]

[He types "Elastigirl" into the search engine and the screen displays her location as "UNKNOWN". He gives a relieved sigh. Helen reluctantly takes the homing locator from E and stares at it; not sure she wants to know what it may tell her. He then types ''Frozone'' into the search engine and the screen displays his location as ''KNOWN''. Shortly after, he types himself on the search engine. The screen displays him as ''TERMINATED'' by the Omnidroid v.X9. Cut back to E and Helen. E gives the tracker device to Helen. Cut back to Mr. Incredible in the Computer Room. He is now looking at Syndrome's master plan, which seems to indicate unleashing the Omnidroid on Municiberg, and then Operation Kronos's sequence begins. It shows the Omnidroid v.10. Then, Mr. Incredible goes through the phases]

[First Phase: Secure the Omnidroid into a Rocketship.]

[Second Phase: Launch the Rocket towards Metroville.]

[Third Phase: Destroy the city with the robot deployed.]

[The countdown begins, showing 8 hours, 10 minutes and 39 seconds until the Omnidroid is launched. Mr. Incredible retreats. Cut Back to Helen. Helen presses the locator button on the homing tracker. On the viewscreen, the locator isolates a remote island. As the dot over the "i" on his chest-logo lights up. We hear a beeping noise. Mr. Incredible looks down in surprise. An alarm sounds as the room is awash in bright light. Unwittingly, Helen has exposed him. Mr. Incredible races for the exit but is hit by sticky, expanding and pressure absorbent orbs fired from guns lining the walls, which inflate, quickly making it impossible to run. Mr. Incredible falls to the floor, swallowed up by the expanding goo. From his POV: The expanding goo-balls fill up the POV but not before Bob makes out the recognizable figure approaching him: Mirage. Cut back to E and Helen in her kitchen. Coffee has been made and partially consumed. The morning paper, still rolled, rests on the table. Helen, eyes reddened from crying, blows her nose into a wadded length of toilet paper handed to her by a mildly disgusted E.]

Helen: Oh, I am such an idiot. I let this happen, you know. The new sports car, the getting in shape, the blond hair, the lies...

E: [coldly] Yes, he attempts to relive the past. [she uses the rolled-up newspaper to sweep Helen’s used tissues into a square hole in the island which incinerates them]

Helen: Now I'm losing him! [crying] What'll I do?

E: What are you talking about?

Helen: [Stops sobbing; looks at E] Hmm?

E: You are Elastigirl! My God, pull...yourself...together! [whacks Helen with the rolled-up newspaper] What will you do? Is this a question? You will show him you remember that he is Mr. Incredible, and you will remind him who you are! Well, you know where he is. Go, confront the problem, fight, WIN! [there's no pauses] And call me when you get back, darling, I enjoy our visits.

[Helen is at home, talking with Violet while walking down the hallway to her bedroom]

Helen: 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?

Violet: Yeah. But why am I in charge again?

Helen: Nothing. Just a little trouble with Daddy.

Violet: You mean Dad’s in trouble, or Dad is the trouble?

Helen: I mean either he’s in trouble, or he’s going to be.

[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.]

Dash: 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!

Helen: Dash! You come back here this moment!

[phone rings]

Helen: Hey, Snug. Thanks for getting back. I know this is short notice, but I was hoping that I could get you to...

Violet: What are these? [Holds up a red costume, similar to Bob's new super suit]

[Helen takes the suit from Violet]

Dash: [Dressed in one of the suits and looking at himself in the mirror] Look, I’m The Dash! The Dash likes!

Helen: Just a second. [to Dash] Take that off before somebody sees you.

Violet: But you’re packing one just like it. Are you hiding something?

Helen: Oh, please, honey. I’m on the phone...

Dash: [snags one of the suits] Yikes!

Helen: Dash!

Dash: [Handing a suit to Violet] Yikes! This is yours. It’s specially made.

Violet: What’s going on?

Helen: [Shoving both kids out of the bedroom] You’re not coming! And I’ve gotta pack!

Violet: 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.]

Helen: Snug, I’m calling in a solid ya owe me.

Snug [over phone]: What do you need?

Helen: 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.]

Helen: Island approach. India Golf Niner-Niner checking in. VFR on top. Over.

[No response. Helen checks the instruments, confirms her course. She tries again.]

Helen: Island tower, this is India Golf Niner-Niner requesting vectors to the initial. Over.

[radio static]

Helen: Hmm.

[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.]

Helen: 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.]

Syndrome: 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?!

Bob (Mr. Incredible): "Contact"? What are you talkin' about?

[Syndrome has a guard shock him]

Syndrome: I am referring to last night at 23:07 hours while you were snooping around. You sent out a homing signal.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): I didn’t know about the homing device.

[The guard turns up the juice. Bob screams in agony.]

Syndrome: And now a government plane is requesting permission to land here. Who did you contact?

Bob (Mr. Incredible): I didn’t send for a....a plane.

Syndrome: [to Mirage] Play the transmission. [Mirage hits the spacebar on the keyboard which activates the transmission]

Helen (Elastigirl): [via transmission] India golf Niner-Niner checking in. VFR on top. Over.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Helen...!

Syndrome: 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]

Violet: Ow!

Helen (Elastigirl): Violet!

Violet: [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!

Helen (Elastigirl): Dash?!

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!

Helen (Elastigirl): Wait a minute, wait a minute. You left Jack-Jack alone?!

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.

Helen (Elastigirl): All right! Well, who’d ya get?

[cut to Casa de Parr, where Kari is on the phone and Jack-Jack is in his hi-chair]

Kari: 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...

Helen (Elastigirl): Kari.

Kari: I also brought Mozart to play while he sleeps to make him smarter because leading experts say Mozart makes babies smarter.

Helen (Elastigirl): Kari...

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.

Helen (Elastigirl): Kari, I really don’t feel comfortable with this. I’ll pay you for your trouble, but I’d really rather call a service.

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.]

Helen (Elastigirl): 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.]

Helen (Elastigirl): Disengage! Repeat, disengage! Friendlies...

[cut back to the containment unit]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): No! Call off the missiles. I'll do anything.

Syndrome: Too late. [he shrugs] ....fifteen years too late. [As he walks towards him]

Helen (Elastigirl): 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!

Violet: But you said we weren't supposed to use our powers!

Helen (Elastigirl): I know what I said! Listen to what I'm saying now! [on headset] Disengage. Repeat, disengage!

[Dash looks outside to see the missiles.]

Dash: [fearfully] Mom?

Helen (Elastigirl): 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]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): No!

Helen (Elastigirl): Put a field around us NOW!!!

Violet: I've never done one that big!

Helen (Elastigirl): 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]

Helen (Elastigirl): Abort, abort, abort!

[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.]

Helen (Elastigirl): Brace yourselves!

[They land safely in the water. Helen emerges to see the two kids treading water.]

Violet and Dash: Mom! Mom!

Helen (Elastigirl): 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!!!

[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.]

Dash and Violet: 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!

Violet: It blew up!

Dash: We survived but we’re dead!

Helen (Elastigirl): (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.]

Mirage: We have a confirmed hit. Target...was destroyed.

Syndrome: Ah, you’ll get over it. I seem to recall you preferred to...work...alone...?

[Syndrome laughs 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.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): RELEASE ME. NOW!!

Syndrome: Or what?

Bob (Mr. Incredible): I’ll crush her.

Syndrome: Ooh, that sounds a little dark for you. Nah, go ahead.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): [as Mirage gasps and he presses her harder] It’ll be easy...like breaking a toothpick!

Syndrome: [chuckles] Show me.

[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.]

Syndrome: I knew you couldn’t do it, even when you have nothing to lose. You’re weak!

[He and Mirage sullenly head out.]

Syndrome: 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.]

Helen (Elastigirl): 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?

Helen (Elastigirl): If it means land, yes.

Violet: Do you expect us to swim there?

Helen (Elastigirl): 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]

Helen (Elastigirl): What a trooper. I’m so proud of you.

Dash: Thanks, mom.

[Cut to "cave"]

Helen (Elastigirl): I think... your father is in trouble.

Violet: If you haven’t noticed, Mom, we’re not doin' so hot either.

Helen (Elastigirl): I’m going to look for him. And that means you’re in charge until I get back, Violet.

Dash: What?!

Violet: You heard her.

Helen (Elastigirl): Put these on. [Hands the two masks] Your identity is your most valuable possession. Protect it. And if anything goes wrong, use your powers.

Violet: But you said never to use...

Helen (Elastigirl): I know what I said! [sighs] Remember the bad guys on those shows you used to watch on Saturday mornings? Well, these guys are not like those guys. They won’t exercise restraint because you’re children. They will kill you if they get the chance. Do not give them that chance.

Violet: Mom?

Helen (Elastigirl): Vi, I’m counting on you.

Violet: There’s something I...

Helen (Elastigirl): I’m counting on you. Be strong. Dash, if anything goes wrong, I want you to run as fast as you can.

Dash: As fast as I can?

Helen (Elastigirl): As fast as you can. Stay hidden. Keep each other safe. I’ll be back by morning.

Violet: Mom! Mom, what happened on the plane. I’m sorry. [stammering] I wanted to help. I mean, when you asked me to... I’m sorry.

Helen (Elastigirl): Shh. It isn’t your fault. It wasn’t fair for me to suddenly ask so much of you. But things are different now. And doubt is a luxury we can’t afford anymore, sweetie. You have more power than you realize. Don’t think. And don’t worry. If the time comes, you’ll know what to do. It’s in your blood.

[Helen gives Violet a firm nod and disappears into the night. Violet looks down at the mask in her hands and then puts it on.]

[Lost in thought, Syndrome stares down at the massive rocket in the center of the volcano, poised to launch.]

Mirage: He’s not weak, you know.

Syndrome: What?

Mirage: Valuing life is not weakness.

[Syndrome crosses to her, casually dismissive.]

Syndrome: Oh, hey. Look, look...if you’re talking about what happened in the containment unit, I had everything under control.

Mirage: And disregarding it is not strength.

[Syndrome sidles up behind her, lifts her chin with a gentle hand and draws her face toward his]

Syndrome: I called his bluff, sweetheart, that’s all. I knew he wouldn’t have it in him to actually...

[Mirage shoves his hand aside and rises to confront him.]

Mirage: Next time you gamble, bet your own life!

[She exits, leaving Syndrome befuddled and alone.]

[Helen enters a clearing and looks up. A monorail track soars high above the jungle floor. A monopod is coming. Helen throws her hands high, stretching them up to the pod passing overhead. It yanks her offscreen. Moving through the trees — Helen hangs suspended beneath the pod on long arms, alternating hands to swing around the support columns. Gaining momentum with each swing, she throws her body above the roof of the pod, landing expertly on top.]

ON TOP OF THE POD

[Helen squints into the rushing wind, sees the track slicing through the dense jungle canopy and leading directly into the base of the towering volcano. A familiar hum causes her to hide, and she slips down one side of the pod, out of view, as two Hoverjets buzz by. Helen watches the jets descend to a landing strip inside the Volcano just as the pod plunges into a tunnel and—]

INSIDE THE TUNNEL - MOVING WITH HELEN ON THE POD

[Darkness. Suddenly an opening in the tunnel rushes by, and Helen catches a glimpse of the rocket... and whoosh — the pod is back in the tunnel. Helen stretches her torso out like a sail. It catches wind and she releases from the pod, reforms and drops to the tracks with catlike grace.]

INSIDE THE BASE - TUNNEL ENTRANCE

[Helen peeks out of the tunnel, looks out at the heavily guarded launch pad.]

Helen (Elastigirl): A rocket?

[Two armed guards march past. Unseen above them, Helen is stretched thin and hiding between a cluster of pipes which run down the center of the corridor. She watches as the guards exit through a sliding door. She drops like a liquid cat to the floor and begins to move down the corridor. As Helen passes a metal door, she catches sight of her reflection in its shiny surface. She stops, and frowns. It's been a while since her last supersuit; her butt is a bit bigger than she remembered. She wonders if she should lose a few — when the whoosh of a door surprises her. A guard comes through the door at the far end of the hall. As he enters another junction, we see that Helen has contorted herself, arching perfectly around the door frame. The guard doesn't see her. He slides a card key through a reader to enter a restricted corridor. The doors whoosh open. Directly behind him, Helen silently re-forms and begins to back through the doorway when the doors behind her slide shut — trapping her leg. She winces, tries in vain to pull it free. It's stuck. Leaving one hope — the card key on Guard #1's belt. Stretching across the corridor, Helen clambers after the guard on the palms of her hands, following him into the—]

INNER CHAMBER

[The guard stops at the elevator and presses the call button, his back to Helen. Just behind him, stretched far and held upright on one hand, Helen reaches with the other for the card key. She almost has it—]

AT THE CORRIDOR

[The door suddenly closes on her stretched torso. Her upper third snaps back, her middle third trapped and now stretched across—]

HALLWAY - CENTRAL CORE

[Two more guards (#2 & #3) are traveling in a transport. They are suddenly clotheslined by Helen's stretched torso.]

INNER CHAMBER

[—knocking the wind out of Helen. Directly in front of her at the far end of the hall, the elevator opens for guard #1; revealing Guard #4 inside. He sees Helen.

Guard: Hey!

[Helen's arm stretches forward—]

INNER CHAMBER - INSIDE ELEVATOR

[In a blink: her fist clocks guard #4, disarms guard #1 hitting him with the butt of his gun. As guard #4 drops to the floor, #1 hits the "close" button on the panel. The doors close on Helen's arm. Guard #1 grins. Helen's hand feels around, finds guard #1, his chest, chin, face and — coldcocks him. He drops.]

RESUME MIDDLE CORRIDOR

[The torso guards (#2 & #3) get to their feet, and see Helen, her arm still stretched, through the glass door. They level their guns at her. At the same moment—]

BLUE CORRIDOR

[Another guard (#5) comes upon Helen's leg in the closed doors. The sight is so odd, he can only stare. He decides to poke the leg with the barrel of his machine gun as she reacts to the poke. She scowls.]

RESUME BLUE CORRIDOR

[her leg cocks back and fishtail-kicks guard #5. He flies backwards, his weapon discharging into the card scanner. The door opens — freeing Helen's legs, which sail across the corridor and — smash the torso guards (#2 & #3) against the middle door. They slide down into a heap — out cold.]

INSIDE ELEVATOR

[Helen's arm finds one of the guards' card key, slides it into the door scanner. The doors open, releasing her torso.]

ACCESS CORRIDOR

[Helen drags the last of the unconscious guards over to an open wall panel and stuffs him inside with the others. She throws her weight against the panel, finally getting it shut.]

[Dash watches as Violet practices intently. She releases the force field sphere; the dark smoke ball rises upwards. Vi throws another force field, recapturing the smoke at the roof of the cave. Dash gets to his feet, grabs a burning branch from the fire to use as a torch.]

Dash: Well, not that this isn’t fun, but I’m gonna go look around.

Violet: What do you think is going on here? You think we’re on vacation or something? Mom and Dad’s lives could be in jeopardy. Or worse, [whispering] their marriage.

Dash: Their marriage? So, the bad guys are trying to wreck Mom and Dad’s marriage.

Violet: Oh, forget it. You’re so immature.

Dash: Okay, I’m gonna go look around.

Violet: Mom said to stay hidden.

Dash: I’m not gonna leave the cave. Sheesh!

[Ground control technicians watch from the observation window as a giant metal sphere, a massive version of the dreaded Omnidroid — is carefully guided into place inside the top stage of the rocket. The rocket's nose cone is lowered over the Omnidroid and secured into place. The cylindrical blast shield closes around the rocket.]

[voices over radio]

[Lighting his way with a burning branch, Dash explores the depths of the "cave". Suddenly the floor becomes smooth. Dash looks down, then holds his torch up. He's inside an enormous man-made tunnel]

Dash: Cool... [His voice echoes a bit. Dash brightens. He calls again, louder this time.]

Dash: COOL! [His voice echoes again] Cool! Cool! Cool!

[Syndrome shoves a Pass Key into the control board, gives the key a twist, then presses the "launch" button.]

[over radio] Roger. We are ready for launch.

[The rocket's engines fire. The sound is deafening as the rocket's massive weight slowly lifts into the air. A low rumble and a subtle push of warm wind emanate from the depths of the tunnel, which begins to glow. Dash's smile drops as he realizes it's an enormous fireball rocketing towards him. He turns and runs.]

[Violet is still practicing force fields when the depths of the tunnel begin to rumble and glow. She looks up.]

Dash: [offscreen] Vi!!! Vi Vi Vi Vi Vi!!!

Violet: What did you do?

[It is revealed that the "cave" is actually the exhaust outlet for the volcano. Dash and Violet race out of the "cave", getting clear just as an enormous wall of flames erupts after them. They look down with a shudder at how close they came. A roar behind them causes them to turn — a rocket emerges from the center of the volcano, and soars into the night sky. It contains the Omnidroid Syndrome plans to unleash on Municiberg]

CONTROL ROOM - DETENTION BLOCK

[Helen looks down from some vents in the ceiling. Silently she stretches her neck until her head dangles down behind the guards.]

[Her POV: Helen scans the detention grid and notices a tremendous spike of power to restrain the prisoner in cell 13, Block A1.]

[over radio]: ETA two-niner. Over. TCI clear. Condition yellow. Status norm.

[over radio]: Not responding to IFF. IRCM reads negative.

Helen (Elastigirl): [gasps] Bob.

[Helen quickly pulls her head back up through the vent in the ceiling and exits.]

Guard #1: Huh? What?

Guard #2: Uh, I didn’t say anything.

[The final stage of the Omnidroid's capsule separates. The Omni ship begins to descend below the cloud layer, toward the city.]

[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]

Mecha-macaw: Identification, please.

Dash: Hey! Hey, Violet! Come here, look.

Violet: What?

Dash: It talks!

Violet: What?

Dash: [pointing to the mecha-macaw] There. That one.

Mecha-macaw: Voice key incorrect.

Violet: Voice key?

Mecha-macaw: Voice key incorrect.

Violet: [realizing that something is wrong] Wait a second...

[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.]

Dash: What do we do?

Violet: Run!

Dash: Where are we going?

Violet: Away from here!

[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.]

P.A.: 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—]

Mirage: 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.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): No, there isn’t. In fact...there’s no time at all.

Mirage: [choking] Please...

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Why are you here? How can you— possibly bring me lower? What more can you take away from me?

Mirage: [choking] The family...survived...the...crash! They’re here...on the island!

Bob (Mr. Incredible): They’re alive?

[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]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Helen...

[Mirage and Bob push apart, Mirage composing herself.]

Mirage: Oh, hello...You must be Mrs. Incre— [She gets knocked out cold before she could finish, much to Mr. Incredible's shock.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): She was helping me to escape!

Helen (Elastigirl): No! That’s what I was doing.

[Mr. Incredible grabs Elastigirl's arm.]

Helen (Elastigirl): Let go of me! Let go, you lousy, lying, unfaithful creep!

[They kiss.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): How could I betray the perfect woman?

Helen (Elastigirl): Oh, you’re referring to me now?

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Where are the kids?

Mirage: They might’ve triggered the alert.

Helen (Elastigirl): What?!

Mirage: Security’s been sent into the jungle. You better get going.

Helen (Elastigirl): Now our kids are in danger?!

[Bob and Helen turn to exit, bickering as they do.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): If you suspected danger, why’d you bring them?

Helen (Elastigirl): I didn’t bring ‘em, they stowed away. And I don’t think you’re striking the proper tone here.

Guard: Think they’re supers?

[Running blindly. The kids are suddenly confronted by guards on three manned Velocipods. Glancing at the guards, Violet speaks quietly to Dash.]

Violet: Dash, remember what Mom said.

Dash: What?

Guard #2: Hey! Stop talking!

[Abruptly, Vi vanishes. Dash looks around in surprise.]

Guard #3: Hold it! Freeze!

Violet: [offscreen] Dash, run!

Dash: What?

Violet: Run!

[Suddenly understanding — Dash bolts, jumping from the transport and vanishing into the jungle.]

Dash: 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.]

Guard: What the—?! They’re supers!

[Violet disappears]

Guard #2: Get the boy! [guards take off after Dash on Velocipods] Show yourself!

[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]

Dash: AGGCCHH!!!

[Dash stumbles, careens end over end through the undergrowth like an Indy 500 car crash, and finally tumbles to a stop. Unharmed, but thoroughly repulsed, Dash wipes his bug-spattered face and teeth.]

Dash: 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, screaming 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]

Guard: Hey!

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!]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): I should’ve told you I was fired, I admit it. But I didn’t want you to worry.

Helen (Elastigirl): You didn’t want me to worry? And now we’re running for our lives through some godforsaken jungle.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): 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.]

Guard: 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]

Guard: [Aiming gun] There you are.

[The guard takes aim and Dash blurs past]

Dash: 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!

[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.]

Dash: How are you doing that?

Violet: I don’t know!

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]

Violet: Mom! Dad! Hey!

[the force field vanishes and the entire family tumbles to the jungle floor.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Kids! You’re all right.

Helen (Elastigirl): Oh, you’re all right!

Violet: We were so worried about you!

Bob (Mr. Incredible): 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.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible) & Helen (Elastigirl): Aww, I love you.

Dash: Wow.

Violet: Whoa.

[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.]

Syndrome: 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.]

Syndrome: What have we here? Matching uniforms? [He 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]

Syndrome: 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!

[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.]

News reporter on TV: The ship’s unique design suggests...

News reporter on TV: There were no fatalities...

[The Incredibles are now side by side in the containment unit]

Syndrome: 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!

Bob (Mr. Incredible): You mean, you killed off real heroes so that you could....PRETEND TO BE ONE?

Syndrome: 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]

[Back in Municiberg, the military are fighting a losing battle with the Omnidroid. Soldiers shouting]

Soldier: Fire at will!

[The Omnidroid starts destroying the military troops with ease.]

Reporter: It’s completely overwhelming the tanks.

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.

Dash: Um...dad?

Helen (Elastigirl): Shh. Don’t interrupt.

[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.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): 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...

Violet: 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]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): We need to get back to the mainland.

Helen (Elastigirl): 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]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Where are all the guards?

[The guards are all holed up in a command vehicle, watching the Omnidroid reports on TV.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): [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]

Guard: Hey, look. Hey! Every time they run, you take a shot.

Guard 2: Yeah, okay.

[The vehicle rocks as Bob quickly takes out the guards within. In moments Bob emerges, whistles to his family that the coast is clear.]

Helen (Elastigirl): This is the right hangar, but I don’t see any jets.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): A jet’s not fast enough.

Helen (Elastigirl): 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.]

Helen (Elastigirl): Great! I can’t fly a rocket.

Violet: You don’t have to. Use the coordinates from the last launch.

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.]

Mirage: Say please.

[The Incredibles turn and look up. Mirage stands in the monitoring station above the launchpad, smiling.]

[The stereo plays soft jazz as Lucius (aka Frozone) dresses for dinner. He slaps some aftershave on his face, checking his look in the mirror. A low series of booms grows louder, causing him to look up to see the Omnidroid outside his apartment wreaking havoc on Municiberg; a military chopper strafing it with machine-gun fire. He Immediately goes through his dresser drawers.]

Lucius: Honey?

Honey Best (offscreen): What?

Lucius: Where’s my supersuit?

Honey Best: What?

Lucius: WHERE... IS MY... SUPER SUIT?!!

[The military chopper, now on fire, spirals past the picture window and explodes, lighting up the room.]

Honey Best: I, uh...put it away.

Lucius: Where?

Honey Best: Why do you need to know?

Lucius: I NEED IT!

[Lucius is running now, down the hallway, going in and out of view, frantically searching rooms and closets.]

Honey Best: Uh-uh! Don’t you think about runnin' off doin' no derrin’-do! We’ve been plannin' this dinner for two months!

Lucius: The public is in danger!

Honey Best: My evening’s in danger!

Lucius: YOU TELL ME WHERE MY SUIT IS, WOMAN! WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THE GREATER GOOD!!

Honey Best: Greater good? I am your wife! I’m the greatest good you are ever gonna get!

[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]; Man: 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.]; Woman: My baby!; [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.]; Man: The Supers have returned!; Woman: Is that Fironic?; Man: Fironic?; Woman: No, Fironic has a different outfit.; Syndrome: 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.]; Syndrome: 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.]; Syndrome: 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.; Syndrome: 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 there yet?

Bob (Mr. Incredible): We 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.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): How you doin', honey?

Helen (Elastigirl): Do I have to answer?!

[The giant wing is descending, gliding closer to the water, as the city looms closer directly ahead.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): 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]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Here we go, honey! Ready, Violet?

[Violet holds a hand over a giant, jerry-rigged release switch.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Ready? Now!

[Violet slams the switch]

[The explosive bolts fire, separating the wing. Helen lets 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.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): 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.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): The robot’s in the financial district. Which exit do I take?

Helen (Elastigirl): Traction Avenue.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): That’ll take me downtown. I take Seventh, don’t I?

[Bob cranks the wheel and cuts across several lanes toward the Seventh Street exit.]

Helen (Elastigirl): Don’t take Seventh!

[Bob aborts the exit, swerving hard to avoid a collision.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Great, we missed it!

Helen (Elastigirl): You asked me how to get there, and I told you. Exit at Traction!

Bob (Mr. Incredible): That’ll take me downtown!

Helen (Elastigirl): It's coming up! Get in the right lane! Signal!

Bob (Mr. Incredible): [changing lanes] We don't exit at Traction!

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.]

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]

Violet: 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.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): 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.]

Helen (Elastigirl): While what? I watch helplessly from the sidelines? I don’t think so.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): I’m asking you to wait with the kids.

Helen (Elastigirl): And I’m telling you, "not a chance". You’re my husband. I’m with you for better or worse.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): I have to do this alone!

Helen (Elastigirl): What is this to you? Playtime?

Bob (Mr. Incredible): No.

Helen (Elastigirl): So you can be Mr. lncredible AGAIN?!?

Bob (Mr. Incredible): No!

Helen (Elastigirl): Then what? What is it?

Bob (Mr. Incredible): I’m not...

Helen (Elastigirl): Not what?

Bob (Mr. Incredible): I’m not strong enough.

Helen (Elastigirl): Strong enough. And this will make you stronger?

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Yes. No!

Helen (Elastigirl): That’s what this is? Some sort of workout!?

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.

[Helen searches Bob's eyes, deeply touched. She throws her arms around him, kissing him.]

Helen (Elastigirl): If we work together, you won’t have to be.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): I don’t know what’ll happen.

Helen (Elastigirl): 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]

Helen (Elastigirl): 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]

Dash: 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]

Dash: Dad!

[Bob is underneath the bot, on his back, his arms and legs straining under the weight of it.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Go, go!

[Violet comes to and is instantly yanked out from under the bot and into Helen's arms.]

Violet: 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 (Elastigirl): Stay here, okay?

[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]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): 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]

Helen (Elastigirl): 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]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Hey! Syndrome’s remote!

[Wham! 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]

Violet: 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.]

Dash: Hey, Dad! Throw it, throw it!

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.]

Dash: 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.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): 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!

Violet: Mom, I’ve got it! I’ve got the remote!

Frozone: A remote? A remote that controls what?

[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.]

Frozone: 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.]

Dash: 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.]

Dash: That wasn't right.

Violet: [snatching remote back] Give me that!

DOWN THE STREET - WITH BOB

[He climbs to his feet, muttering to himself.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): 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.

Violet: It doesn't work!

[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.]

Helen (Elastigirl): No, this'll work! This'll work! Lucius, try to buy us some time!

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.]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): 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!!

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.]

Dash: It’s getting closer!

Frozone: Look out!

Helen (Elastigirl): Get outta here, kids, find a safe spot!

Violet: We’re not going anywhere!

Bob (Mr. Incredible): PRESS THE BUTTON!!

Helen (Elastigirl): Not yet!

Frozone: [apprehensively, as the Omnidroid advances toward Bob] Helen...??

Bob (Mr. Incredible): WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR??

Helen (Elastigirl): 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—]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): 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]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Hey, Zone.

[Frozone starts to chuckle. 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]

Syndrome: 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.

Ollie Johnston: Yeah. No school like the old school.

Frank Thomas: Yeah!

[They drink in the cheers as the adoring crowd gathers around them]

Frozone: [chuckles] Just like old times.

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.

[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]

Rick Dicker: 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.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Does this mean we can come out of hiding?

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.

[Dash plays with the electric windows as Helen retrieves messages from the car phone. Window up, window down...]

Kari: [beeps; over phone] Hi, this is Kari. I have a question about Jack-Jack...

[...window up, up, down, up. Finally, Helen snaps]

Helen (Elastigirl): [to Dash] Come on. We're in a limo.

[Bob is looking appreciatively at Violet]

Bob (Mr. Incredible): Hey, you're wearing your hair back.

Violet: [stammering] Yeah, I just... yeah.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): It looks good.

Violet: [blushing] Thanks, Dad.

Dash: [to Bob] That was so cool when you threw that car!

Bob (Mr. Incredible): 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!

Helen (Elastigirl): Honey, uh, yeah, I'm trying to listen to messages, honey.

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.

Kari: [beeps; over phone] I'm not fine, Mrs. Parr! Put that down! Stop it! You need to call me. I need help, Mrs. Parr!

Helen (Elastigirl): [nudges Bob, shares phone] Bob, listen to this.

[Helen is listening to the last message as the limo slows to a stop in front of their home]

Kari: [over phone] I'm gonna call the police... [calmly] Hi, this is Kari. Sorry for freakin' out, but your baby has special needs.

Bob (Mr. Incredible): "Special needs"?

Kari: Anyway, thanks for sending a replacement sitter.

Helen (Elastigirl): 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.]

Syndrome: Shh....The baby is sleeping. 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.]

Helen (Elastigirl): He’s getting away, Bob! We have to do something! We have to do something now!

[Jack-Jack awakens to the sight of his family and home receding beneath him. He cries, 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]

Helen (Elastigirl): 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!]

Helen (Elastigirl): We have to stop him! Throw something!

Bob (Mr. Incredible): I can’t. I might hit Jack-Jack.

Helen (Elastigirl): [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]

Helen (Elastigirl): 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]

Syndrome: NO!! THIS ISN’T THE END OF IT!! I SHALL GET YOUR SON, EVENTUALLY!! I’LL GET YOUR SON!!

[Bob's supercar is seen flying towards the Manta Jet]

Syndrome: [last words] Oh, no.

[Syndrome's eyes go wide. Bob's car is soaring toward him, tumbling end over end towards the Manta Jet. Syndrome jumps back as the crafts collide, blowing him off his feet and up over the wing, toward the turbines. Clawing madly to find purchase, he looks over his shoulder in time to see the end of his cape sucked into the intake. Syndrome screams as he's yanked out of frame. 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]

Helen (Elastigirl): 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.]

Helen (Elastigirl): That’s my girl.

Dash: Does this mean we have to move again?

[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.]

Rusty: Oh, man. That was totally wicked!!

[Parker Stadium - Metroville, 3 MONTHS LATER]

[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]

Violet: 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...

Tony: Hey.

Violet: Hey.

Tony: You’re, uh, Violet, right?

Violet: That’s me.

Violet's friend: See you, Vi.

[Her friend leaves]

Tony: You look different.

Violet: I feel different. Is different... okay?

Tony: Hey, different is... [clears throat] Different is great. [stammering] Would you wanna...

Violet: Yeah?

Tony: Do you think maybe... [stammering] ...you and I... you know...

Violet: Yeah?

Tony: Do you...

[Violet silences Tony with a single finger on his lips. Tony stares at her in shock and wonder.]

Violet: Shh. I like movies. I’ll buy the popcorn. Okay?

Tony: [stammering] A movie. There you go. Yeah...yeah! Wait, wait...so Friday?

Violet: Friday. [She sits down with Bob, Helen and Jack-Jack]

[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.]

Bob and Helen: Go, Dash, go! Go, go, go! Run, run!

[Dash hears them and looks toward the stands.]

Helen: 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]

Bob: 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.]

Helen: Second!

Bob: 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]

Helen: 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, the Underminer speaks]

'Underminer: 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].

Taglines

Save the day.

Discover the Side of Superheroes You've Never Seen Before

Expect The Incredible

Twice the hero he used to be

Super cool

No gut, no glory

Sock'er Mom

Cast

Voice Cast (in Order of Appearance)

Craig T. Nelson – Robert "Bob" Parr/Mr. Incredible
Holly Hunter – Helen Parr/Elastigirl
Samuel L. Jackson – Lucius Best/Frozone
Jason Lee – Buddy Pine/Syndrome
Dominique Louis – Bomb Voyage
Teddy Newton – Newsreel Narrator
Jean Sincere – Mrs. Hogenson
Eli Fucile
Maeve Andrews – Jack-Jack Parr
Wallace Shawn – Gilbert Huph
Spencer Fox – Dashiell "Dash" Parr
Lou Romano – Bernie Kropp
Wayne Canney – Principal
Sarah Vowell – Violet Parr
Michael Bird – Tony Rydinger
Elizabeth Peña – Mirage
Bud Luckey – Rick Dicker
Brad Bird – Edna "E" Mode
Bret Parker – Kari
Kimberly Clark – Honey
John Ratzenberger – Underminer

Additional Voices

Nicholas Bird – Rusty McAllister
Frank Thomas – Himself
Ollie Johnston – Himself
Teddy Newton – Jet's Automated Captain/Robotic Security Bird/Probe
Joe Ranft – Soldier/Syndrome's Guards
Phil Proctor – Guard #1
Jack Angel – Guard #2
Randy Nelson – Police Officer #1
Mark Andrews – Police Officer #2/Radio Voice
Peter Sohn – Mugger
Patrick Pinney – Oliver Sansweet
Bill Farmer – Oliver Sansweet's Lawyer
Rodger Bumpass – Mr. Incredible's Lawyer
Pete Docter – Police Officer #3
Mickie McGowan – Citizen Mother
Sherry Lynn – Citizen #1
Kath Soucie – Citizen #2
Deirdre Warin – Old Lady
John Walker – Minister
Corey Burton
Rick Miller

Trailers

Teaser Trailer

[the screen shows Disney and Pixar logos, the text puts up "Walt Disney Pictures presents" and "a Pixar Animation Studios film", fades to the camera zooms by the picture frames, then hearing a phone ringing, then Bob picks up the phone]

Telephone: Mr. Incredible, we need your help.

Mr. Incredible: [grabs the outfit, putting black shoes on, then putting long black gloves on, then putting a black mask on] Showtime.

[tries to put the belt on]

Helen: [off-screen] Honey, come to dinner!

Mr. Incredible: I can't come to dinner! I've got the... I gotta go!

[continues trying to put the belt on]

Mr. Incredible: Maybe just a salad, and uh, yeah. Ooh, and some rice cakes!

[continues trying to put the belt on, then trying to put the belt on, slamming the desk, then trying to put the belt on, then trying to put the belt on, sitting on a chair, then trying to put the belt on, stamping on the ground, then looking at the belt, then trying to put the belt on, hitting the chair]

Mr. Incredible: Come on.

[takes a deep breath, putting the belt on, the belt breaks off of him, blowing the lights out, then the film's title, then the text puts up "SAVE THE DAY" and "11 - 5 - 2004", the film website, labled "Incredibles.com", is bellow]

Theatrical Trailer #1

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Theatrical Trailer #2