Costume Party Capers: The Incredibles Page #4

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You're still here.

You can still do great things. Or...

...you can listen to police scanners.

Your choice.

You have 24 hours to respond.

Think about it.

This message

will self-destruct.

Uh-oh.

You are one distracted guy.

Am I? I don't mean to be.

I know you miss being a hero

and your job is frustrating.

I just want you to know how much it

means to me that you stay at it anyway.

- Honey? About the job?

- What?

- Something's happened.

- What?

- The, uh...

- What?

The company is sending me

to, uh, a conference.

- A conference?

- Out of town.

I'm gonna be gone for a few days.

They've never sent you to a conference

before. This is good, isn't it?

Yes.

You see? They're finally

recognizing your talents.

- You're moving up.

- Yes.

- Honey! This is wonderful!

- Yes, it is.

Hello?

This is Mr. Incredible.

I'm in.

The Omnidroid 9000

is a top secret prototype battle robot.

Its artificial intelligence

enables it to solve any problem

it's confronted with.

And, unfortunately...

Let me guess. It got smart enough

to wonder why it had to take orders.

We lost control. Now it's loose

in the jungle, threatening our facility.

We've had to evacuate all personnel

from the island for their own safety.

How am I going in?

The Omnidroid's defenses necessitate

an air drop from 5000 feet.

Its cloaking devices

make it difficult to track.

We're pretty sure it's on

the southern half of the island.

One more thing. Obviously it

represents a significant investment.

You want me to shut it down

without destroying it.

You are Mr. Incredible.

I've got to warn you,

it's a learning robot.

Every moment you fight it increases

its knowledge of how to beat you.

Shut it down. Do it quickly.

Don't destroy it.

- And don't die.

- Great. Thanks.

Showtime.

Huh?

Hmm.

Oh, my back!

Surprising. We must bring him back.

Sound the all clear,

and invite him to dinner.

Most important, keep things light.

Praise him. Make him feel

like we appreciate his abilities.

Am I overdressed?

Actually, you look rather dashing.

- I take it our host is...

- I'm sorry.

He won't be dining with us.

He hopes you'll understand.

Of course. I do usually make it a point

to know who I'm working for.

He prefers a certain amount

of anonymity.

Surely, you of all people

understand that.

I was just wondering, of all the places

to settle down, why live...

With a volcano? He's attracted to power.

So am I.

- It's a weakness we share.

- Seems a bit unstable.

I prefer to think of it

as misunderstood.

Aren't we all?

Volcanic soil is among

the most fertile on Earth.

Everything at the table

was grown right here.

- How does it compare?

- Everything's delicious.

- Jeez.

- Hurry, honey.

Or you'll be late for work.

- Have a great day, honey.

- Thanks.

- Help customers, climb ladders...

- Bring bacon.

All that jazz.

You have an appointment?

I'm an old friend. I just wanted to...

- All visitors are required...

- Go check the electric fence.

What is it? Who are you?

What do you want?

My God, you've gotten fat. Come in.

Come, come.

Yes, things are going quite well.

Quite well. My God, no complaints.

But, you know, it is not the same.

Not the same at all.

Weren't you in the news?

Some show in Prayge... Prague?

Milan, darling. Milan.

Supermodels.

Nothing super about them.

Spoiled, stupid, little stick figures

with poofy lips who think only

about themselves.

Feh! I used to design for gods.

But perhaps you come with a challenge,

eh? I was surprised to get your call.

E, I just need a patch job.

Hmm. This is megamesh.

Outmoded, but very sturdy.

And you've torn right through it!

What have you been doing, Robert?

Moonlighting hero work?

Must have happened a long time ago.

I see. This is a hobo suit, darling.

You can't be seen in this.

I won't allow it!

- Fifteen years ago, maybe, but now?

- What do you mean? You designed it.

I never look back, darling.

It distracts from the now.

You need a new suit.

That much is certain.

A new suit? Where the heck

am I gonna get a new suit?

You can't! It's impossible!

I'm far too busy.

So ask me now,

before I again become sane.

Wait. You want to make me a suit?

You push too hard, darling!

But I accept.

- It will be bold. Dramatic!

- Yeah.

- Heroic!

- Yeah, something classic, like Dynaguy!

Oh! He had a great look!

Oh, the cape and the boots...

No capes!

- Isn't that my decision?

- Do you remember Thunderhead?

Tall, storm powers. Nice man.

Good with kids.

- Listen, E...

- November 15th of '58.

All was well, another day saved

when his cape snagged on a missile fin.

Thunderhead was not

the brightest bulb...

Stratogale!

April 23rd, '57.

Cape caught in a jet turbine.

You can't generalize

about these things.

Meta-man. Express elevator.

Dynaguy, snag on takeoff.

Splashdown, sucked into a vortex.

No capes!

Now, go on. Your new suit will be

finished before your next assignment.

You know I'm retired from hero work.

As am I, Robert.

Yet, here we are.

E, I only need a patch job.

For sentimental reasons.

Fine. I will also fix the hobo suit.

- You're the best of the best, E.

- Yes, I know, darling. I know.

Don't answer it, honey, I got it!

- Hello?

- We have a new assignment for you.

- How soon can you get here?

- I'll leave tomorrow morning.

- See you there.

- Goodbye.

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

Another conference.

Short notice, but you know...

...duty calls.

- Bob?

- Yeah, what's up, honey?

- Ha... have a great trip.

- Thanks, sweetie.

- I'll call you when I get there.

- I love you.

- So much.

- I love you too.

This is your automated Captain.

Would you care for more mimosa?

- Don't mind if I do. Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Currently 78 degrees in Nomanisan.

Perfect weather for flying.

Please fasten your seat belt.

We're beginning our descent.

Hello, Mr. Incredible.

Nice suit.

Thanks.

Nice to be back, Mirage.

You'll be briefed on your assignment

in the conference room at two.

- D Wing, room A-113.

- 2:
00. Got it.

See you there.

Edna.

- I'd like to speak to Edna, please.

- This is Edna.

- E? This is Helen.

- Helen who?

Helen Parr? You know...

Elastigirl?

Darling! It's been such a long time

after all these years! So long!

It's been a while.

There's only one person Bob would trust

to patch his supersuit. That's you.

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?

- I'm calling about...

- Don't make me beg.

- I won't do it, you know.

- Beg, no, I'm calling about suit.

Bob's suit!

I'm calling about Bob's suit.

You come in one hour, darling.

I insist, okay? Okay. Goodbye.

Hmm.

It's bigger!

It's badder!

Ladies and gentlemen,

it's too much for Mr. Incredible!

It's finally ready.

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,

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