Costume Party Capers: The Incredibles Page #2

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in paragraph 17.

- It states clearly...

- I can't pay for this.

Excuse me. Claims, Bob Parr.

I'm calling to celebrate

a momentous occasion.

We're now officially moved in.

Yeah, well, that's great, honey.

The last three years

don't count because...

Because I finally unpacked the last box.

Now, it's official. Ha, ha, ha.

- Why do we have so much junk?

- Listen, I've got a client.

Say no more. Go save the world

one policy at a time, honey.

Oh! I gotta go pick up the kids.

See you tonight.

Bye, honey.

Excuse me. Where were we?

I'm on a fixed income,

and if you can't help me,

I don't know what I'll do.

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...

Norma Wilcox. W-l-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 wouldn't expect someone to get back

to you quickly to resolve the matter.

I'd like to help,

but there's nothing I can do.

- Oh, thank you, young man.

- Sorry. I know you're upset!

Pretend to be upset.

Parr!

You authorized payment

on the Walker policy!

Someone broke

into their house, Mr. Huph.

- Their policy covers...

- I don't wanna know about it.

Don't tell me about it. 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.

Morning break is over.

Morning break is over.

I appreciate you coming

down here, Mrs. Parr.

What's this about?

Has Dash done something wrong?

He's a disruptive influence and he

openly mocks me in front of the class.

- He says.

- Look, I know it's you!

- He puts thumbtacks on my stool.

- You saw him do this?

Well... not really. No.

Actually, not.

Oh, then how do you know it was him?

I hid a camera.

Yeah, and this time, I've got him.

See? You see?

You don't see it?

He moves! Right there!

Wait, wait! Right there!

Right as I'm sitting down!

I don't know how he does it,

but there's no tack before he moves

and after he moves, there's a tack.

Coincidence? I think not!

- Bernie...

- Don't "Bernie" me.

This little rat is guilty!

You and your son can go now, Mrs. Parr.

I'm sorry for the trouble.

You're letting him go again?

He's guilty!

You can see it on his smug little face.

Guilty, I say, guilty!

Dash, this is the third time this year

you've been sent to the office.

We need to find a better outlet.

A more... constructive outlet.

Maybe I could,

if you'd let me go out for sports.

Honey, you know why we can't do that.

I promise I'll slow up.

I'll only be the best by a tiny bit.

Dashiell Robert Parr,

you are an incredibly competitive boy.

And a bit of a showoff.

The last thing you need is temptation.

You always say, "Do your best."

But you don't really mean it.

Why can't I do the best that I can do?

Right now, honey,

the world just wants us to fit in,

and to fit in, we just gotta be

like everybody else.

Dad always said our powers

were nothing to be ashamed of.

- Our powers made us special.

- Everyone's special, Dash.

Which is another way

of saying no one is.

Rydinger, where you headed?

- Hi, Tony.

- Hey.

- Hey, Tony, can I carry your books?

- That's kind of funny.

Hey, Tony, do you play football?

Tony, I thought we were

gonna go swimming.

He looked at me.

Come on, Violet!

Darn kids.

Sitting on the driveway...

Oh, great.

Mom.

- You're making weird faces again.

- No, I'm not.

You make weird faces, honey.

- Do you have to read at the table?

- Uh-huh. Yeah.

Smaller bites, Dash. Yikes!

Bob, could you help

the carnivore cut his meat.

Dash, you have something you

wanna tell your father about school?

- Well, we dissected a frog.

- Dash got sent to the office again.

- Good. Good.

- No, Bob, that's bad.

- What?

- Dash got sent to the office again.

- What?! What for?

- Nothing.

He put a tack on the teacher's chair...

during class.

Nobody saw me.

You could barely see it on the tape.

They caught you on tape

and you still got away with it? Whoa!

You must have been booking.

How fast were you going?

We are not encouraging this.

I'm not, I'm just asking how fast...

Honey!

Great. First the car,

now I gotta pay to fix the table...

What happened to the car?

Here. I'm getting a new plate.

So, how about you, Vi?

How was school?

- Nothing to report.

- You've hardly touched your food.

- I'm not hungry for meatloaf.

- Well, it is leftover night.

We have steak, pasta...

What are you hungry for?

- Tony Rydinger.

- Shut up.

- Well, you are.

- I said, shut up, you little insect.

- Well, she is.

- Do not shout at the table.

- Honey!

- Kids! Listen to your mother.

She'd eat if we were having Tony loaf.

That's it!

Stop it!

- You're gonna be toast!

- Stop running in the house.

Sit down!

- Hey, no force fields!

- You started it.

You sit down! You sit down!

Violet!

"Simon J. Paladino,

longtime advocate of superhero rights,

is missing"?

- Gazerbeam.

- Bob! It's time to engage.

Do something!

Don't just stand there!

- I need you to intervene!

- You want me to intervene?

Okay. I'm intervening!

Violet, let go of your brother.

Hello?

Get the door.

- Hey, Lucius!

- Hey, Speedo. Helen, Vi, Jack-Jack.

- Ice of you to drop by.

- Ha! Never heard that one before.

- Lucius!

- Whoa!

- Ha, ha.

- Oh!

- I like it when it shatters.

- I'll be back later.

- Where are you two going?

- It's Wednesday.

Bowling night.

Say hello to Honey for me, Lucius.

Will do. Good night, Helen.

Good night, kids.

Don't think you've avoided

talking about the principal's office.

Your father and I

are still gonna discuss it.

I'm not the only kid who's

been sent to the office.

Other kids don't have superpowers.

- Now, it's perfectly normal...

- What do you know about normal?

What does anyone

in this family know about normal?

- Now, wait a minute, young lady.

- We act normal. I wanna be normal.

The only normal one is Jack-Jack,

and he's not even toilet trained.

Lucky.

I meant about being normal.

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.

What does Baron Von Ruthless do?

- He starts monologuing.

- He starts monologuing.

He starts this prepared speech

about how feeble I am compared to him.

How inevitable my defeat is, the world

will soon be his. Yada, yada, yada.

- Yammering.

- Yammering.

I mean, the guy has me

on a platter, and he won't shut up.

- Municiberg, we have a 23-56...

- 23-56, what is that?

- Robbery?

- This is just sad.

- Want to catch a robber?

- No.

Tell you the truth,

I'd rather go bowling.

Look, what if we actually did

what our wives think we're doing?

Just to shake things up.

He's not alone.

The fat guy's still with him.

They're just talking.

- What are we doing here?

- Protecting people.

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