Save the day.

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.

Directed and written by Brad Bird. Edited by Stephen Schaffer

Bob Parr / 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, for 10 minutes?! Please?!"

• 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.

• [Off-screen] You know, you can tell a lot about a woman by the contents of her purse, but maybe that's not what you had in mind.

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 did wanna go shopping as Elastigirl? You know what I mean?
• India Golf Niner-Niner transmitting in the blind guard. Disengage, repeat, disengage!
• 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 die.... LOOK OUT!

Lucius Best/Frozone

• Super-ladies, they're always trying to tell you their secret identity. [whispers] 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.

• Where is my Super Suit?!?!

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)

• [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 got nothing to lose. You're weak! And I've outgrown you.
• [has just caught the entire Parr family] What have we here? Matching uniforms? [sees Helen] Oh, no. Elastigirl? You married Elastigirl?! [laughs, then looks at Violet and Dash] And got busy! It's a whole family of Supers! Looks like I've hit the jackpot! [laughs] This is just too good!
• [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.
• [last 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.
• [as she and Mr. Incredible see Helen] Hello. You must be Mrs. In- [just as she's about to say "Incredible", Helen punches her]
• [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!
• NO CAPES!

Rick Dicker

• 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.
• 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. We can't keep doing this, Bob! We appreciate what you did in the old days, but those days are over. From now on, you're on your own.
• Listen, Bob. Maybe I could relocate you, you know, for old times' sake.
• 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.
• 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.

Gilbert Huph

• PARR! You authorized payment on the Walker policy?!
• [Interrupting] I don't wanna know 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.
• Complaints I can handle. What I can't handle is your customers' inexplicable knowledge of lnsuricare's inner workings! They're experts. Experts, Bob! Exploiting every loophole, dodging every obstacle! [Aghast] THEY'RE PENETRATING THE BUREAUCRACY!
• Stop right now or you're fired!

Underminer

• Behold: The Underminer! I am always beneath you, but nothing is beneath me! I hereby declare war against peace and happiness! Soon, all will tremble before me!

Dialogue

[First lines, seated in front of a colored backing is a magnificent masked man in a superhero suit: early thirties, 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: That's fine.

Mr. Incredible: [Muttering to himself] I can break through walls, I just can't...

Interviewer: That's fine.

Mr. Incredible: I can't get this on.

[He finally gets the clip secured and settles in]

Interviewer: 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]

Elastigirl: Of course I have a secret identity. Can you see me in this at the supermarket? Come on. Who'd want to go shopping as Elastigirl, you know what I mean?

[Resume documentary: Yet another superhero, sleek, black, dressed in an ice-blue suit. Super title: Frozone]

Frozone: Superladies, they're always trying to tell you their secret identity. Think it'll strengthen the relationship or something like that. I said, "Girl, I don't want to know about your mild-mannered alter ego." or anything like that. I mean, you tell me you're a super-mega-ultra-lightning-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?" [laughs, then sighs]

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. [laughs, pause] I don't think so.

[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 submachine 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 late twenties listens to his radio. If he looks familiar, it's because he is the same man we saw earlier: Mr. Incredible sans mask and super-suit. Suddenly the music is interrupted by an announcer]

Radio Voice: 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 types in "Isolate Pursuit". 2 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 2 red dots. He checks his watch]

Bob Parr: Yeah, I've got time.

[And presses another button: "Auto-drive" and types in "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 us down]

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

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

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]

Mr. Incredible: Certainly, ma'am but I suggest you stand clear. There could be trouble.

Old Lady: No, no. He's quite tame.

Mr. Incredible: Let go now!

[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 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 the cat. The car chase. The cars swerve into view now, bordering the park that Mr. Incredible is in. Mr. Incredible sees them and shakes the cat harder. Chase cars close in. Mr. Incredible. Car chase. The cat. Chase. Cat, 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.

Mr. Incredible: No, I'm just here to help.

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

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

Mr. Incredible: Tour bus robbery. I've still got time. Officers. Ma'am. Squeaker.

[He 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]

Buddy Pine: Cool! Ready for take-off!

Mr. Incredible: What the...? Who are you supposed to be?

Buddy Pine: Well, I'm IncrediBoy.

[Mr. Incredible stares warily at the awkwardly costumed kid. He's starting to look familiar]

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

Buddy Pine: [Frowning] My name is IncrediBoy.

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 Pine: 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 whooses open and IncrediBoy is ejected from the car. Mr. Incredible fires the afterburners and peels off, leaving Buddy standing alone]

Buddy Pine: 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]

Mr. Incredible: [Off-screen] You know...

[The snatcher looks up. Mr. Incredible grins]

Mr. Incredible: ...you can tell a lot about a woman by the contents of her purse, but maybe that's not what you had in mind.

Mugger: Hey, look...

[Mr. Incredible closes in on him. The snatcher drops the purse, pulls a gun. An arm suddenly stretches into frame and delivers a right cross to the snatcher's jaw, knocking him out cold. Mr. Incredible looks up and sees a dazzling masked woman in an equally dazzling suit. She smiles]

Mr. Incredible: Elastigirl.

Elastigirl: Mr. Incredible.

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

Mr. Incredible: No, it's all right. I've got him.

Elastigirl: Sure, you've got him. I just took him out for you.

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

Elastigirl: A fact I exploited to do my job.

Mr. Incredible: My job, you mean.

Elastigirl: A simple thank you will suffice.

Mr. Incredible: Thanks, but I don't need any help.

[Elastigirl assesses him. Slowly moves closer]

Elastigirl: Whatever happened to "ladies first"?

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

Mugger: [Regaining consciousness] Hey, look, the lady got me first.

[Elastigirl coldcocks the crook with one stretched punch]

Elastigirl: Well, we could share, you know.

Mr. Incredible: I work alone.

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

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]

Elastigirl: ...flexible.

Mr. Incredible: [Dazzled] Are you doing anything later?

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 purse-snatcher to a pipe]

Mr. Incredible: Now you just stay right here. They usually pick up the garbage in an hour.

Frozone: Hey, Incredible!

[Mr. Incredible turns. A helicopter sweeps past, machine guns blazing back towards its pursuer. Frozone swoops down, hot on its tail, surfing a sheet of ice that materializes in his path]

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. He yells at the retreating copter]

Mr. Incredible: Hey, I've still got time!

[Off-screen a woman screams]

Woman: [Off-screen] He's going to 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, where a man stands poised to jump, then does. Mr. Incredible quickly gages distances, and then dives off the edge, making a spectacular leap, and tackles the jumper in mid-air. They crash through an enormous window on the far side, and tumble to the floor in a shower of glass. Safe]

Oliver Sansweet: Ow! I think you broke something.

Mr. Incredible: Well, with counseling, I think you'll come to forgive me. [senses something] Wait a minute...

[Mr. Incredible slides Oliver 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. Bob 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 carrying two stuffed duffel bags. 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]

Mr. Incredible: Bomb Voyage.

Bomb Voyage: Monsieur Incroyable! [Mr. Incredible!]

Buddy Pine: [Off-screen] And IncrediBoy!

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

Bomb Voyage: IncrediBoy?

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

Mr. Incredible: Go home, Buddy.

Buddy Pine: What?

Mr. Incredible: Now.

Bomb Voyage: Petit idiot. [Little oaf.]

Buddy Pine: Can we talk? [he takes Bob aside] You always say be true to yourself, but you never say which part of yourself to be true to. Well, I've finally figured out who I am. I am your ward... IncrediBoy!

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

[There is an ugly flash in Buddy's eyes]

Buddy Pine: 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 invented these. I can fly. Can you fly?

Mr. Incredible: Fly home, Buddy. I work alone.

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

Buddy Pine: Just give me one chance! 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]

Mr. Incredible: Buddy, don't!

Buddy Pine: It'll only take a second, really.

Mr. Incredible: [Takes off after him] No, stop! There's a bomb!

[He grabs Buddy's cape just as "IncrediBoy" takes off, taking Mr. Incredible with him. Mr. Incredible & the boy rocket wildly out of control, spraying sparks in every direction, Mr. Incredible grabbing at the cape desperately for the bomb]

Buddy Pine: Let go! You're wrecking my flight pattern! I can do this if you let go!

Mr. Incredible: Will you just...? I'm trying to help! Stop!

Buddy Pine: 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 get there. He 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]

[Police and Paramedics have arrived, cordoning off the accident scene and treating the injured. Mr. Incredible hands Buddy over to the police]

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

Buddy Pine: I can help you. You're making a mista...hey!

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

Mr. Incredible: The injured jumper. You sent paramedics?

Police Officer #1: They've already picked him up.

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?

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

Buddy Pine: IncrediBoy!

Mr. Incredible: You're not affiliated with me!

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

Mr. Incredible: Holy smokes, I'm late. Listen, I've gotta be somewhere.

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

Police Officer #1: What about Bomb Voyage?

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!

[He fires the afterburners. The cops watch in dismay as the Incredi-Bile roars off]

[The Incredi-Bile pulls up in front, converting back into a sedan. Mr. Incredible enters, dressed smartly in a tux, fumbling with his tie]

Bob Parr: Is the night still young?

Lucius Best: You're very late.

Bob Parr: How do I look? Good?

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

Lucius Best: Oh, the mask! You still got the mask.

[Best reaches up and pulls off his Mr. Incredible mask. Bob takes a deep breath and pushes open the chapel doors]

Bob Parr: 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 Parr: 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 Parr: It was playful banter.

Helen Parr: Cutting it kinda close, don't you think?

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

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

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

Bob Parr: I do.

Minister: I pronounce this couple husband and wife.

[They kiss. A crowd of superheroes cheer from the pews]

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

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

[The screen switches to a newsflash]

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 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]

Oliver Sansweet's Lawyer: Mr. Sansweet didn't ask to be saved. Mr. Sansweet didn't want to be saved. And the injuries received from Mr. Incredible's so-called "actions" cause him daily pain.

[The crowd stirs as Mr. Incredible appears and points a threatening finger at Oliver Sansweet]

Mr. Incredible: Hey, I saved your life!

Oliver Sansweet: You didn't save my life, you ruined my death, that's what you did!

Mr. Incredible: Listen, you little piece of...

Mr. Incredible's Lawyer: [Cuts him off] My client has no further comment at this time.

[Shots of the train accident scene]

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

[Shots of a courtroom filled with neck-braced 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 flood gates for dozens of superhero lawsuits the world over.

[A series of spinning newspaper headlines describing the succession of lawsuits brought against Superheroes: "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 spokeswoman addresses his colleagues from the floor of the House of Representatives]

Spokeswoman: 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]

Newsreel Narrator: 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 crescendoes as camera lifts up to the horizon and the sun streaming through the clouds]

[A stamp slams down, leaving the word "denied" in red ink. A small, frail woman in her mid seventies named Mrs. Hogenson, blinks in shock]

Mrs. Hogenson: Denied? You're denying my claim?

[Her claims adjuster Bob Parr looks up. He looks familiar]

15 years later [text displayed of the movie]

[It's none other than Mr. Incredible himself, now balding, sixty-four pounds heavier and dressed in a too-tight white collar shirt. Mrs. Hogenson sits across from him, bewildered and upset]

Mrs. Hogenson: I don't understand. I have full coverage.

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

Mrs. Hogenson: I can't pay for this.

Bob Parr: [Phone rings, he answers] Excuse me. Claims, Bob Parr.

[Helen Parr chats amiably as she bathes her happy toddler 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 Parr: I'm calling to celebrate a momentous occasion. We're now officially moved in.

Bob Parr: Yeah, well, that's great, honey. In the last three years don't count because...

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

Bob Parr: Listen, honey, I've got a client.

Helen Parr: 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 Parr: Bye, honey. [Hangs up, turns to Mrs. Hogenson] Excuse me. Where were we?

Mrs. Hogenson: [Beginning to weep] I'm on a fixed income, and if you can't help me, I don't know what I'll do.

[Bob stares at her, empathizing completely. He stands up and leans out of his cubicle, looks down the hallway in both directions, makes sure the coast is clear]

Bob Parr: All right, listen closely. I'd like to help you, but I can't.

[He hands her a pen and a pad of paper. He leans closer, his voice low]

Bob Parr: I'd like to tell you to take a copy of your policy to Norma Wilcox on...

[He stops and looks up. She's staring at him blankly, completely puzzled. Bob reaches over and taps her pad. Suddenly understanding, she begins to scribble]

Bob Parr: 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 wouldn't expect someone to get back to you quickly to resolve the matter. I'd like to help, [He gives her a little smile] but there's nothing I can do.

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

Bob Parr: [Interrupting loudly] Shhh! I'M SORRY, MA'AM! I KNOW YOU'RE UPSET! [Low whisper] Pretend to be upset.

[Understanding, she smiles, stands up, and exits weeping. Bob grins; he's beaten the system. Mrs. Hogenson is gone for a total of six seconds when Bob's supervisor Gilbert Huph enters. Mr. Huph, an anal, micromanaging little troll with a loud voice, throws a folder on Bob's desk]

Gilbert Huph: PARR! You authorized payment on the Walker policy?!

Bob Parr: Someone broke into their house, Mr. Huph. Their policy clearly covers...

Gilbert Huph: [Interrupting] I don't wanna know 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.

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

Voice on PA: Morning break is over. Morning break is over.

[Knocking his pencil holder over]

[Helen enters, and sees her son Dash (age 10, blonde hair) sitting 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 enters and takes a seat. Dash stares at the floor]

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

Bernie Kropp: He's a disruptive influence and he openly mocks me in front of the class.

Dash Parr: He says.

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

Helen Parr: You saw him do this?

Bernie Kropp: Well...not really. No. Actually, not.

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

Bernie Kropp: I hid a camera. Yeah, and this time, I've got him.

[Bernie slips a disc out of his jacket and into a machine hooked up to a TV monitor. Dash reacts; he didn't expect this. Helen sees this, shoots Dash a sharp look. In the video: Bernie approaches his stool and sits. Suddenly he jumps up in pain. The students laugh. Bernie whirls to the adults in the room expectantly]

Bernie Kropp: See? [Gets no response] You see? You don't see it?

[He is met with blank stares. With an exasperated sound, Bernie replays the video, pausing it, and pointing to a still-seated Dash]

Bernie Kropp: He moves! Right there! Wait, wait! Right there! Right as I'm sitting down! I don't know how he does it...

[Bernie forwards and rewinds; back and forth. Though Dash's image does "pop" a bit, he remains clearly in his seat]

Bernie Kropp: ...but there's no tack before he moves and after he moves, there's a tack. Coincidence? I think not!

[Helen jerks her head toward Bernie, gives the Principal a "you see he's crazy, don't you?" look. He turns to Bernie]

Principal: Uh, Bernie...

Bernie Kropp: Don't "Bernie" me. This little rat is guilty!

Principal: [To Helen] You and your son can go now, Mrs. Parr. I'm sorry for the trouble.

[Helen gives the Principal a thin smile and hustles Dash from the room, leaving Bernie apoplectic]

Bernie Kropp: You're letting him go again? He's guilty! You can see it on his smug little face. Guilty, I say, guilty! No!

[Dash stares out the window in angry silence, watching the trees go by. Helen looks at him and softens]

Helen Parr: 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 Parr: Maybe I could, if you'd let me go out for sports.

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

Dash Parr: I promise I'll slow up. I'll only be the best by a tiny bit.

Helen Parr: Dashiell Robert Parr, you are an incredibly competitive boy. And a bit of a showoff. The last thing you need is temptation.

Dash Parr: 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 Parr: Right now, honey, the world just wants us to fit in, and to fit in, we just gotta be like everybody else.

Dash Parr: Dad always said our powers were nothing to be ashamed of. Our powers made us special.

Helen Parr: Everyone's special, Dash.

Dash Parr: Which is another way of saying no one is.

[Shy, insecure Violet Parr waits nervously behind a hedge near the front entrance. The bell sounds, signaling the end of the school day. Violet turns toward the door as it swings open, and out steps Tony Rydinger, handsome, confident and crush-worthy. He pauses and is immediately surrounded by friends]

Boy: Hey, Rydinger. Where you headed?

Girl: Hi, Tony.

Tony Rydinger: Hey.

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

Tony Rydinger: That's kind of funny.

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

Boy #2: Tony, I thought we were gonna go swimming.

[As Tony descends the steps with his pals, tossing cool nods at flirty girls, he passes by Violet, who peers at him over the top of some bushes. He stops, aware of being watched, and looks back. She's not there. Another angle from the other side of the bush reveals: Violet's clothes hang in mid-air with no head. Tony looks directly at the empty space where Violet's head should be and, seeing nothing, gives up and walks away. Violet's head reappears... blushing. She touches her burning cheeks]

Violet Parr: He looked at me.

[A car horn honks off-screen]

Dash Parr: Come on, Violet!

[Violet hustles across the expansive lawn, through the sea of boys and girls together, to her mother's waiting station wagon. Cars stretch off into infinity, idling and immobile. It's the traffic jam from hell, and right in the middle of it, squeezed into a scruffy car many sizes too small, sits Bob, trying not to be angry. A pleasant, unexceptional home in a neighborhood full of pleasant, unexceptional homes. Bob's car pulls into the driveway, the engine sputtering a long time before finally expiring with a tired gasp. Bob steps out and slips on a skateboard left in the driveway]

Bob Parr: Darn kids. Sitting on the driveway...

[He falls backward, grabbing the roof of the car to steady himself. He pushes the skateboard away, muttering darkly, and notices that he's inadvertently crumpled the roof with his super-grip]

Bob Parr: Oh, great.

[He decides to let it go, pushes the door closed. It won't go. He tries again, a little harder this time. No go. He slams the door closed, shattering the window. Bob loses it. He seizes the car, lifting it overhead as if readying to fling it over the far horizon and stops, a five-year-old neighbor kid on a big wheel tricycle, Rusty McAllister, stares on in shock and awe. Frozen with the car overhead, Bob stares back... then sets his car down on the driveway and eases into his house as if nothing had happened]

[Helen spoons baby food into the mouth of Jack-Jack (with all the facial "English" known to parents), most of which Jack-Jack squeezes back out onto his chin... where it is adeptly caught on Helen's spoon and reintroduced into the baby's mouth]

Dash Parr: Mom. You're making weird faces again.

Helen Parr: [Spoons, makes a weird face] No, I'm not.

Bob Parr: You make weird faces, honey.

Helen Parr: [Notices Bob's newspaper] Do you have to read at the table?

Bob Parr: Uh-huh. Yeah.

[Helen sighs. She turns her attention to Dash, who is wrestling with an uncut slab of steak]

Helen Parr: Smaller bites, Dash. Yikes! Bob, could you help the carnivore cut his meat?

[Bob sighs, puts down the paper, grabs a knife and fork, reaches over to Dash's plate, and begins to cut his meat]

Dash Parr: Ow.

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

Dash Parr: Well, we dissected a frog.

Helen Parr: Dash got sent to the office again.

Bob Parr: [Cutting, not listening] Good. Good.

Helen Parr: No, Bob, that's bad.

Bob Parr: What?

Helen Parr: Dash got sent to the office again.

Bob Parr: What?! What for?

Dash Parr: Nothing.

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

Dash Parr: Nobody saw me. You could barely see it on the tape.

Bob Parr: They caught you on tape and you still got away with it? Whoa! You must have been booking. How fast did you think were you going?

Helen Parr: Bob! We are not encouraging this.

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

Helen Parr: Honey!

[A loud crack is heard. Bob stops cutting; realizing that he's sawed right through the table with his dinner knife]

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

Helen Parr: The car? What happened to the car?

[Bob rises, gives Dash his plate of food and exits into the kitchen]

Bob Parr: Here. I'm getting a new plate.

Helen Parr: [To Violet, forced cheerful] So, how about you, Vi? How was school?

Violet Parr: [Shrugs] Nothing to report.

Helen Parr: You've hardly touched your food.

Violet Parr: I'm not hungry for meatloaf.

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

Dash Parr: Tony Rydinger.

Violet Parr: Shut up!

Dash Parr: Well, you are.

Violet Parr: I said, shut up, you little insect!

Dash Parr: Well, she is.

Helen Parr: Do not shout at the table. [to Bob] Honey!

Bob Parr: [Off-screen] Kids! Listen to your mother.

[Dash and Violet swap glares. All resume eating. Then]

Dash Parr: She'd eat if we were having Tony loaf.

Violet Parr: That's it!

[Violet lunges across the table, vanishing (save for her clothes). They wrestle. Dash escapes, racing around the table in a blur, slapping at the back of Violet's head before crashing into a force field she throws in his path]

Helen Parr: Stop it!

Dash Parr: You're gonna be toast!

Helen Parr: Stop running in the house. Sit down!

Dash Parr: Ow! Hey, no force fields!

Violet Parr: You started it.

Helen Parr: You sit down! You sit down! Violet!

[Helen's arms stretch across the table as she struggles to keep the kids apart. Jack-Jack laughs, loving the chaos]

Bob Parr: [Reading] "Simon J. Paladino, longtime advocate of superhero rights, is missing"? Gazerbeam.

Helen Parr: [Off-screen] Bob! It's time to engage. Do something!

[Bob enters, startled to see the chaos]

Helen Parr: Don't just stand there! I need you to intervene!

Bob Parr: You want me to intervene? Okay. I'm intervening. I'm intervening!

Helen Parr: Violet, let go of your brother!

[Bob hoists the dinner table and everyone with it over his head. Dash and Violet dangle from Helen's tangled arms and continue to scrap]

Jack-Jack Parr: [Happily] Hello?

[The doorbell rings. Everyone freezes, then quickly resume their original "quiet dining" positions. Dash answers the door]

[Lucius Best (aka Frozone) stands in the doorway, looking sharp in a leather jacket]

Bob Parr: [Off-screen] Get the door.

[Like Helen, he too has weathered the post-superhero years well]

Dash Parr: Hey, Lucius!

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

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

Lucius Best: Ha! Never heard that one before.

Dash Parr: [gargling] Lucius!

[Lucius turns to see Dash spurt a mouthful of water into the air]

Lucius Best: Whoa!

[Best's hand flashes out; the air cracks with a sudden chill and the water freezes solid. Lucius leaps, catches the ice before it hits the ground. Dash sinks back, disappointed]

Lucius Best: Ha, ha.

Dash Parr: Oh! I like it when it shatters.

Bob Parr: [grabs his coat, bowling bag] I'll be back later.

Helen Parr: Hey, where are you two going?

Bob Parr: It's Wednesday.

Helen Parr: [remembering] Oh. Bowling night. [resigned] Say hello to Honey for me, Lucius.

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

[Bob and Lucius exit, closing the front door behind them. Helen turns to Dash]

Helen Parr: 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 Parr: I'm not the only kid who's been sent to the office, you know.

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

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

Helen Parr: Now, wait a minute, young lady.

Violet Parr: We act normal, mom. I wanna be normal! The only normal one is Jack-Jack, and he's not even toilet trained.

[Buoyed by hearing his name, Jack-Jack gleefully spits a mouthful of baby food onto his bib and cracks up]

Dash Parr: Lucky. [off Violet's and Helen's looks] I meant about being normal.

[Bob and Lucius sit in Lucius' large, comfortable sedan, which is parked in a run-down city neighborhood. A portable police scanner sits on the dashboard, volume low, occasionally interrupting his story]

Lucius Best: 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 Parr: [laughing] He starts monologuing.

Lucius Best: He starts monologuing! 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 Parr: Yammering.

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

Radio Voice: [police response] Municiberg, [dispatch] we have a 23-56...

[Bob turns up the volume, suddenly intense]

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

Lucius Best: This is just sad.

Bob Parr: Yeah, robbery. Want to catch a robber?

Lucius Best: 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.

[Widen to reveal: the silhouette of Mirage watching Bob and Lucius from the driver's seat of a black sports car, discreetly parked in a dark alley. She lowers her binoculars and speaks into a headset]

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

Lucius Best: What are we doing here, Bob?

Bob Parr: Protecting people.

Lucius Best: Nobody asked us.

Bob Parr: You need an invitation?

Lucius Best: I'd like one, yes. We keep sneaking out to do this, and... [stops, thinks] you remember Gazerbeam?

Bob Parr: Yeah. There was something about him in the paper.

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

Bob Parr: When's the last time you saw him?

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

Bob Parr: Oh, come on.

Lucius Best: It was fun the first time, but if we keep doing this, we're gonna get...

[The scanner squawks suddenly]

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

Bob Parr: A fire. We're close! [yelling] Yeah, baby!

[Bob pulls a ski mask over his face. Shaking his head at his own complicity, Lucius does likewise]

Lucius Best: We're gonna get caught.

Bob Parr: Woo-hoo! Haha! Fire! Yeah!

[He starts the car and U-turns toward the fire]

[Bob's enthusiastic shouts echo off the darkened buildings as the sedan peels off... followed, a beat later, by the mysterious blonde in the black sports car. A raging inferno. Bob descends the burning steps, stops in the hallway. Both he and Frozone carry several passed-out apartment dwellers on their shoulders]

Lucius Best: Is that everybody?

Bob Parr: Yeah, that's everyone.

[The building is beginning to collapse. They're trapped with no way out. Frozone tries to ice the burning walls, but his ray is weak and ineffective]

Lucius Best: It better be.

Bob Parr: Can't you put this out?

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

Bob Parr: Well, what's that mean?

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

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

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

Bob Parr: 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 Best: I wanted to go bowling!

[A large chunk of ceiling smashes to the floor in a burning heap. Bob looks around nervously, then fixes his gaze toward the door. He shifts his stack of unconscious victims to one shoulder and looks at Lucius]

Bob Parr: All right! Stay right on my tail! This is gonna get hot!

[Bob begins a shout that gets louder as he runs into the burning hallway, Lucius a half-step behind him. As they race through the flames with their unconscious loads. Suddenly a brick wall appears. Bob picks up speed and lowers his free shoulder into it]

Bob Parr: Yeah.

[The heroes and their rescued smash through the wall just as the building behind them collapses]

Bob Parr: Uh-oh.

[Bob, Frozone and the pile of near-victims are saved]

Bob Parr: Oh, good.

[An alarm sounds. Bob & Frozone realize they're]

Lucius Best: Oh, now... that ain't right!

[A police officer spies the masked men and draws his pistol]

Bob Parr & Lucius Best: WE LOOK LIKE BAD GUYS! INCOMPETENT BAD GUYS! YOU CAN GET WATER OUT OF THE AIR!

Police Officer #3: Freeze!

[Frozone spies a water cooler. He grabs a paper cup]

Police Officer #3: Freeze!

Lucius Best: I'm thirsty.

[Lucius moves the cup under the tap. The jittery cop cocks his pistol's hammer]

Police Officer #3: I said freeze!

Lucius Best: I'm just getting a drink.

[His eyes fixed on the cop, Lucius slowly brings the cup to his lips and drinks. His face becomes serene]

Police Officer #3: Alright. You've had your drink. Now I want you to...

Lucius Best: I know. I know.

[Lucius drops the cup, raising his hands in front of him]

Lucius Best: Freeze.

[A frigid blast splits the air]

Radio Voice: Shots fired!

[2 fire trucks and a police car screech, having arrived in front. Hearing the alarm, two veteran cops bust into the... Drawing their guns, the cops are stopped by a bewildering sight]

Cops: Police officers!

[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: 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, uh, the forces of, uh-

Helen: Pig-headed-ness?

Bob: Uh, I was gonna say, "Evil".

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

[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 the phone] Request claim on claim numbers 158183...

Gilbert Huph: [on intercom] Haven't you got him yet?! Where is he?!

Intercom: Mr. Huph would like to talk to you in his office.

Bob Parr: Now?

Intercom: Now.

[Bob releases the intercom button, sighs. Mirage looks around Bob's cramped cubicle, her gaze falling to the open briefcase on Bob's desk. 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]

Gilbert Huph: Sit down, Bob. [Bob sits] I'm not happy, Bob. Not happy. Ask me why.

[Mr. Huph rises from his desk and crosses to Bob]

Bob Parr: Okay. Why?

Gilbert Huph: Why what? Be specific, Bob.

[Bob's eyes are drawn to the window: Outside, across the street, a stocky man lingers suspiciously in an alleyway]

Bob Parr: [Still watching man] Why are you unhappy?

Gilbert Huph: Your customers make me unhappy.

Bob Parr: [Turns back to Mr. Huph] What, you've gotten complaints?

Gilbert Huph: Complaints I can handle. What I can't handle is your customers' inexplicable knowledge of lnsuricare's inner workings! They're experts. Experts, Bob! Exploiting every loophole, dodging every obstacle! [Aghast] THEY'RE PENETRATING THE BUREAUCRACY!

Bob Parr: Did I do something illegal?

Gilbert Huph: [Irked] No.

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

Gilbert Huph: The law requires that I answer no.

Bob Parr: We're supposed to help people.

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

[Mr. Huph draws a calming breath, affects a statesmanlike air]

Gilbert Huph: You know, Bob, a company...

Bob Parr: Is like an enormous clock.

Gilbert Huph: ...is like an enormous... Yes. Precisely. It only works if all the little cogs mesh together.

[Bob's attention returns to the window: the stocky man is accosting a smaller one. Like an attack dog, Bob is suddenly alert; every muscle tensed and ready]

Gilbert Huph: [Off-screen] Now, a clock needs to be cleaned, well-lubricated and wound tight. The best clocks have jewel movements, cogs that fit, that cooperate by design. I'm being metaphorical, Bob. You know what I mean by cooperative cogs? Bob? Bob?

[Mr. Huph follows Bob's gaze to the window. On the street, the larger man clubs the smaller man with a mace. He crumples to the sidewalk. Mr. Huph jerks Bob's face back toward his]

Gilbert Huph: Look at me when I'm talking to you, Parr!

Bob Parr: [Pointing] That man out there, he needs help.

Gilbert Huph: Do not change the subject, Bob. We're discussing your attitude!

Bob Parr: He is getting mugged!

Gilbert Huph: Well, let's hope we don't cover him.

Bob Parr: [Heading for the door] I'll be right back.

Gilbert Huph: Stop right now or you're fired!

[Bob hesitates, his hand on the knob of the opened door, fighting back the very core of his being. Mr. Huph narrows his eyes, speaking softly]

Gilbert Huph: Close the door.

[Neck cords straining, Bob slowly shuts the door. He releases the knob, which he's crumpled in rage]

Gilbert Huph: Get over here, now.

[Bob resumes his position in front of Mr. Huph, but his gaze inevitably returns to the scene outside the window]

Gilbert Huph: [Off-screen] I'm not happy, Bob. Not happy.

[The mugger pockets his plunder and runs off, leaving his victim dazed and helpless on the sidewalk]

Bob Parr: [Seething] He got away.

Gilbert Huph: Good thing, too. You were this close to losing your...

[Mr. Huph squeaks as Bob's enormous right hand flashes out and clamps around his neck. Mr. Huph's body bursts through a wall and into another adjacent, tumbling face down onto a copy machine. It begins to spit out multiple copies of his pressed face. Mr. Huph has in fact gone through several walls, four in total and three adjoining offices, before skidding across the floor of the newly visible hallway beyond. The occupants of adjacent offices lean into view, gawking in astonishment through their shattered walls; first at Mr. Huph's sprawled form, then one by one back at Bob]

Bob Parr: Uh-oh.

[Through the window in the door we can glimpse Mr. Huph in a full body cast]

Voice on PA: Please report to operating room 722 immediately.

[Bob, seated on a bench outside, looks up as Rick Dicker, a haggard-faced man in a black suit and tie quietly exits Mr. Huph's room. He stops, looks at Bob, then turns away, heading to the elevator. Bob follows after him]

Bob Parr: How is he?

Rick Dicker: He'll live.

Bob Parr: I'm fired, aren't I?

Rick Dicker: Oh, you think?

Bob Parr: What can I say, Rick?

Rick Dicker: Nothing you haven't said before.

Bob Parr: Someone was in trouble.

Rick Dicker: Someone's always in trouble.

Bob Parr: I had to do something.

Rick Dicker: 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.

Bob Parr: I know.

Rick Dicker: 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. We can't keep doing this, Bob! We appreciate what you did in the old days, but those days are over. From now on, you're on your own.

[The elevator doors open, Rick steps inside. Bob stares at the floor, beaten. Rick looks at him with pity. Then]

Rick Dicker: Listen, Bob. Maybe I could relocate you, you know, for old times' sake.

Bob Parr: 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 Dicker: Take care of yourself.

[The elevator doors close. Bob stares at them, numb. Bob climbs out of his car and is surprised to find someone watching him Rusty on the big wheel, waiting in exactly the same spot as the night before]

Bob Parr: Well, what are you waiting for?

Rusty McAllister: I don't know. Something amazing, I guess.

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

Bob Parr: Me too, kid.

[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's manual. Bob 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. As the letters... slowly... come... into... focus]

Bob Parr: Huh? [Reading] "Hold still"?

[Suddenly, the panel projects a red grid over Bob's face. We hear a robotic female voice]

Tablet: Match: Mr. Incredible.

[Bob drops the panel in surprise. It clatters to the desk, still functioning. A small foot-long rod with a 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 Bob's office earlier that day]

Mirage: Hello, Mr. Incredible. Yes, we know who you are. Rest assured, your secret is safe with us. My name is Mirage. We have something in common. According to the government, neither of us exist. Please pay attention, as this message is classified and will not be repeated.

[Bob moves closer, mesmerized]

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.

Helen Parr: [Off-screen] Honey!

[Bob startles, then strains to listen to the message]

Bob Parr: Huh? What?

Helen Parr: [Off-screen] Dinner's ready.

Bob Parr: Okay.

[Bob grabs a pen and a scrap of paper and starts to scribble furiously, only to find the pen dry. Cursing, he rummages for a working pen, finds one and begins to take notes]

Mirage: ...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...

Helen Parr: [Off-screen] Is someone in there?

Bob Parr: It's the TV, trying to watch.

Mirage: Because of its highly sensitive nature...

Helen Parr: [Off-screen] Well, stop trying. It's time for dinner.

Bob Parr: One minute!

Mirage: If you accept, your payment will be triple your current annual salary.

[Bob's jaw goes slack. He scribbles "BIG$"]

Mirage: 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.

[Bob finishes scribbling. His mind is reeling. Heroic music begins to stir. A new light comes into Bob's eyes as they turn to the pictures on the wall of Mr. Incredible's gallant past. The robotic voice relays a last message]

Tablet: This message will self-destruct.

[Bob's eyes fall to the panel]

Bob Parr: Uh-oh.

[We hear a muffled boom from inside. After a long beat the ceiling sprinklers come on, followed by the family's shouts from the dining room. The den door opens and Bob emerges in a cloud of smoke, so preoccupied that he's slow to notice the downpour]

[Bob groans as he tries to disengage his generous belly from the tiny pod. Finally, with a frustrated yell, he rips the pod in half; free. He stretches, does a few toe touches and twists to shake out the kinks. He's ready]

Mr. Incredible: Showtime.

[He jogs off into the jungle to track the robot. As an out-of-shape Bob jogs deeper and deeper into the jungle, growing more winded with each passing mile. His sides ache, and he pauses now and then to catch his breath, but he shakes it off and resumes his pursuit. The forest is still now, and Bob's footfalls and heavy breathing are the only sounds we hear. Bob still scans the jungle, but he's tiring and he pauses to lean against a banyan tree to catch his breath, and notices large slash marks in the side of the tree. He runs his hand over them; they're fresh]

Mr. Incredible: Huh?

[In the dirt near his feet is a giant X-shaped footprint]

Mr. Incredible: Hmm.

[With a loud crack the trees behind him split apart and the Omnidroid is upon him. It slashes at him and he dodges, but not quickly enough and the bot's claw catches him in the shoulder, drawing blood. Fire comes into Bob's eyes and when the bot slashes again he's ready, leaping over the bot and landing on his feet on the opposite side. The bot is caught by surprise and in the split second it takes for the bot to find Bob. BAM! Bob has thrown a mammoth punch that sends the machine flying into the nearest tree. Bob lets out a happy snarl that says, "You just got schooled by Mr. Incredible, baby." Deep within its metal shell, servos whine and the bot rights itself, its eye lens fixing on Bob]

Mr. Incredible: Uh-oh.

[The bot charges. Once again Bob tries his patented leap- time slows as we cut to inside the bot's brain. A view screen shows the arc of Bob's leap being calculated by the bot. The bot swings, swatting Bob mid-jump. Bob sails into a banyan tree so hard that it splits the trunk. Bob is stunned: the bot has quickly learned and countered. The bot charges again. As he runs for his life, the Omnidroid hot on his tail. Bob races through the jungle with surprising speed, but his added weight is slowing him down. He cuts hard to his right and dives. Bob tumbles and slides down the rocky, near-vertical face, followed by the relentless machine. It rolls past him and lands in his path. Bob flings boulders at the machine, but the bot is a fast learner, immediately incorporating Bob's moves into its own attack. The Omnidroid leaps high in the air and nearly lands on top of Bob, who leaps clear and tumbles to the bottom of the cliffs. Bob reels, and before he knows what's happening, the Omnidroid is there, driving him toward the bubbling-hot pools of lava. Bob resists the bot with all his might, but his feet can't hold the rocky surface, and as he is pushed ever closer to the white-hot lava, fear begins to grip his mind. Bob and the Omnidroid grip each other like wildly mismatched wrestlers, with Bob at lava's edge now, losing ground. Bob is straining, desperate... then something in him snaps. He fills with rage, and with a roar he jerks to one side and flips the Omnidroid into the lava. The machine hits the lava with a hissy splat, sinks into the hot glow and disappears. Bob is wild. He laughs, pointing at the bot's grave with a gesture of defiance and snap!... throws his back out. Suddenly he can't breathe]

Mr. Incredible: Oh, my back!

[The ground explodes beneath him, splitting the rock. Claws rise from the lava, grip the rock, and the dreaded Omnidroid draws itself out of the lava, dripping magma, its metal body glowing red as if it came from hell itself. Bob looks down. The ground is splitting into chunks beneath his feet. In pain, barely able to move, Bob makes a desperate leap to a chunk of rock as it breaks free... and lands pathetically on top. The bot snatches him off and slams him into the ground. Then it lifts Bob up, grabbing his feet with another claw and begins to pull Bob apart. Bob strains, then, POP!... his back realigns! Bob is a new man]

Mr. Incredible: Oh!

[With a laugh he jackknifes, ripping off one of the Omnidroid's claws. He drops underneath the bot, causing the bot to open a second eye in its underbelly to find him. Bob roars, seizing the second eye, ripping it off the bot's body and flinging it in the lava pool. Before the bot can react, Bob has climbed inside the hole in the belly. The bot knows Bob is inside and begins to stab itself wildly to get at him... puncturing itself again and again and tearing itself apart. Until... sparking and sputtering, it staggers and shuts down. Bob punches a hole in the top, whistling and slapping its side. The bot drunkenly rouses and makes a final grab for Bob deep within its belly, and rips out its own metallic guts, and keels over, a lifeless scrap pile. Bob hops out, smiling. Mr. Incredible's work is done. In a nearby tree, an exotic bird, which looks strangely out of place, cocks its head to one side. Camera pushes in to one of its eyes as a metal iris appears. It's a camera lens. A shadow of Syndrome stands with Mirage, watching this all on a bank of video screens]

Syndrome: Surprising. We must bring him back. Sound the all clear, [he exits, stops, turns back] and invite him to dinner.

[A transpod arrives and Bob steps out, dressed in a tux. Bob opens the door, peeks inside. The hall is massive, with an open terrace that overlooks the tropical forest. In the center of the room is an enormous dining table, placed parallel to a fall of hot lava. Bob checks his watch; realizes he's early. A sudden rumble makes him look up. The lava fall parts, revealing a secret passageway. Mirage emerges. Bob instinctively pulls back, leaving the door opened just enough to watch. A shadow of Syndrome follows after Mirage, gesturing animatedly]

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

[They pause at the entrance to the passageway, their talk too distant to be heard. A sound causes Mirage to look in Bob's direction. Mirage, suspicious, pushes open the dining hall doors. Climbing out of the transpod, Bob notices her and smiles]

Bob Parr: Am I overdressed?

Mirage: Actually, you look rather dashing.

[Bob and Mirage are seated at an enormous table that runs parallel to an equally large lava fall]

Bob Parr: I take it our host is...

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

Bob Parr: 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 Parr: I was just wondering, of all the places to settle down, why live...

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

Bob Parr: Seems a bit unstable.

Mirage: I prefer to think of it as misunderstood.

Bob Parr: 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 Parr: Everything's delicious.

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

[His self-esteem back, Bob returns home with renewed vigor. He bonds with his kids, gets frisky with Helen, and takes new pride in his 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 super heroic workouts do their job; Bob is in the best shape he's been in many years. Bob, dressed in a more expensive and tailored version of his Insuricare suit, pauses to examine the torn spot on his Mr. Incredible super suit]

Bob Parr: Jeez.

Helen Parr: [Off-screen] Hurry, honey. Or you'll be late for work.

[Bob quickly stuffs his super suit into his briefcase and snaps it shut. Bob pauses at the doorstep. Helen enters and hugs him]

Helen Parr: Have a great day, honey.

Bob Parr: Thanks.

Helen Parr: Help customers, climb ladders...

Bob Parr: Bring bacon?

Helen Parr: All that jazz.

[Helen plants a proud kiss on his lips. Bob exits]

[Bob's new car 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]

Bodyguard: Do you have an appointment?

Bob Parr: I'm an old friend. I just wanted to...

Bodyguard: All visitors are required...

[The guard suddenly flinches from something below camera, and is shooed off-screen by a strident, husky female voice]

Edna Mode: [Off-screen] Get back to work! Go check the electric fence or something!

[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"]

Edna Mode: What is it? Who are you? What do you want?

[Bob removes his sunglasses and grins at the camera]

Edna Mode: My God, 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 house. E leads Bob through the tasteful, minimalistic entrance way 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]

Edna Mode: 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 Parr: Weren't you just in the news? Some show in Prayge... Prague?

Edna Mode: 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 Parr: E, I just need a patch job.

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

Edna Mode: 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 Parr: Must have happened a long time ago.

[Bob is seated in his new sports car, its engine purring. He belts himself in. Helen enters, still in her robe]

Helen Parr: Bob?

Bob Parr: Yeah, what's up, honey?

[A storm of conflicting emotions play across Helen's face. But she puts on a happy face and leans down through his open window]

Helen Parr: Ha... have a great trip.

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

Helen Parr: I love you. So much.

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

Bob Parr: I love you too.

[He gives her a kiss, then backs out of the driveway, and, with a wave, drives off. The sleek-looking manta jet slices the sky. Bob, leaner and meaner in his new super suit, dips a fresh prawn into some cocktail sauce and gazes around the luxurious cabin. He's happy as a clam]

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

Mr. Incredible: Don't mind if I do. Thanks.

Autopilot: You're welcome.

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

Autopilot: Currently 78 degrees in Nomanisan. Perfect weather for flying. Please fasten your seat belt. We're beginning our descent.

[As the jet begins its descent toward the island, we begin to see its spectacular aspects: active volcano, towering snow-capped 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 jetsub 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 jetsub settles to a landing. A giant docking tube extends from a side wall and connects to the side of the jetsub. 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.

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. With the pod 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.

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]

[Bob opens the door. No one is there. He checks the wall clock: two o'clock. He decides to enter and takes a seat at the meeting 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: [Off-screen] 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 a young, chunky, wild-haired man in a bright super suit descends from the sky on jet-boots, landing on top of the enormous robot]

Syndrome: Ladies and gentlemen, it's too much for Mr. Incredible! Whoa! Whoa! It's finally ready.

[The wild-haired man pokes a few buttons on one of his wristbands. The robot's blades stop, the bot stands down]

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...I am your biggest fan.

[A dark realization falls over Bob's face]

Mr. Incredible: Buddy?

Syndrome: My name is not Buddy!

[He presses a button on one of the thick platinum bands around his wrists: the Omnidroid flings Bob again]

Syndrome: And it's not IncrediBoy either! That ship has sailed. All I wanted was to help you. I only wanted to help! And what did you say to me?

[A shot from the prologue, softened by memory. A young Mr. Incredible turns away from Buddy/IncrediBoy]

Mr. Incredible: Fly home, Buddy. I work alone.

[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: [Voice-over] It tore me apart. But I learned an important lesson. You can't count on anyone.

[Back to the present with Mr. Incredible and Syndrome]

Syndrome: Especially your heroes.

Mr. Incredible: I was wrong to treat you that way. I'm sorry.

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 invented weapons. And now I have a weapon only I can defeat. And when I unleash it, I'll get...

[Bob suddenly flings the log at Buddy. He ducks it, and presses a button on one of his wristbands: a beam erupts from his index finger and hits Bob in his chest, freezing him mid-action. Buddy chuckles with admiration]

Syndrome: You sly dog! You got me monologuing. I can't believe it.

[Buddy jerks his beam-arm to his right, effortlessly hurling Bob into a tree with tremendous force]

Syndrome: It's cool, huh? Zero-point energy. I save the best inventions for myself.

[Buddy immediately catches Bob in the immobi-ray again, freezing him in space]

Syndrome: Am I good enough now? [slams Bob into ground] Who's super now? [slams Bob again] I'm Syndrome! Your nemesis and...

[Syndrome realizes he's lost Bob, inadvertently flinging him over the trees]

Syndrome: Oh, brilliant!

[Bob's body arcs over the treetops, dropping into a deep river that flows into a waterfall. He pulls himself onto a rock. Syndrome becomes visible over the distant trees. He spies Bob and rockets toward him. Bob takes a running leap off the rock, over the falls, and disappears into the mists below. Bob hits the water in an explosion of bubbles. Syndrome lands on the rock. Pulls a tiny electronic device from his wristband. He hits the primer. The device begins to beep]

Syndrome: All right, try this one on for size, big boy.

[He drops the device over the falls. Bob's eyes widen when he sees the device entering the water. He turns and swims as fast as he can for the nearest protection: a hole in the rocks. The device explodes blowing Bob through the hole so fast that. He is blown into the inside of a cave. Bob coughs up some water, tries to catch his breath. He looks up to see a skeletal face. He jumps back in surprise. It is the remains of a man, his only clothes the ragged remnants of shoulder pads, boots, and an odd-looking helmet. Bob crawls over to rub some dirt from the emblem over the eyes: the emblem reads "GB"]

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"]

Mr. Incredible: "Kronos?"

[Just then Bob hears a sound near the blowhole of the cave. A tiny, flying probe rises from the hole. A scanner detects a body in the cave, and the probe flies toward it. It pauses in front of the skeleton, scans it, then retreats, exiting. Bob slowly rises from behind the skeletal remains and watches it go. Syndrome's probe emerges from the mist of the falls and returns to Syndrome. It beeps as it docks with his wristband]

Probe: Life reading negative. Mr. Incredible terminated.

[Syndrome bows his head in respect to his former idol]

[Edna shows Helen the other suits she has created for the Parrs]

Edna: I started with the baby.

Helen: Started?

Edna: Shh! Darling! Shh! I cut it a little roomy for the free movement. The fabric is comfortable for sensitive skin [flamethrowers throw fire at the suit without leaving burn marks], and it can also withstand a temperature of over 1,000 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?!

Edna: 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.

Edna: No? He'll look fabulous anyway. [moves on to Dash's suit] Your boy's suit I designed to withstand enormous friction without heating up or wearing out. A useful feature. [moves on to 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] [moves on to Helen's new suit] 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] 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?!

Edna: Well, I assumed you knew, darling! Why would he keep secrets from you?

Helen: He wouldn't. Didn't- D-Doesn't.

Edna: [sighs] Men at Robert's age are often unstable. Prone to weakness.

[Helen on phone. E listens intently in the b.g]

Woman: [on the phone] Insuricare.

Helen Parr: [on phone] 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 no good.

Woman: [on the phone] Mr. Parr no longer works at Insuricare.

Helen Parr: [on phone] What do you mean? He's on a business trip. A company retreat.

Woman: [on the phone] My records say his employment was terminated almost two months ago.

[Helen hangs up in a daze. Bob enters the computer record of the development of the Omnidroid. It squares off superheroes on one half of the screen with progressively more advanced versions of the Omnidroid. A "terminated" band blots out the loser of each encounter. Bob's eyes fill with horror: Syndrome has been using superheroes to beta-test his Omnidroid killing machines, starting with the weaker superheroes and working his way up as the robots became more deadly. Face after face of deceased superheroes flash by, Gazerbeam... Gamma Jack... Everseer... Bob turns away, staggered]

Edna Mode: So, you don't know where he is.

[Helen shakes her head. E holds up the homing device]

Edna Mode: Would you like to find out?

[He types in the name: Elastigirl. Under "whereabouts" the computer answers "UNKNOWN". Bob heaves a sigh of relief. Helen reluctantly takes the homing locator from E and stares at it, not sure she wants to know what it may tell her. Bob is now looking at Syndrome's master plan, which seems to indicate unleashing the Omnidroid on a major city. A countdown has already started: it's happening within 24 hours. Bob rises from the console and starts for the exit. 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... beeping. Bob looks down in surprise. An alarm sounds as the room is awash in bright light. unwittingly Helen has exposed him. Bob races for the exit, but is hit by sticky balls of goo fired from guns lining the walls, which inflate, quickly making it impossible to run. Bob falls to the floor, swallowed up by the expanding goo. The expanding goo-balls fill up the P.O.V.... but not before Bob makes out the recognizable figure approaching him: Mirage]

[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 her by a mildly disgusted E]

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

Edna: [coldly] Yes, he attempts to relive the past.

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

Edna: What are you talking about?

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

Edna: You are Elastigirl! My God, pull yourself together! [whacks Helen with a 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! [pause] And call me when you get back, darling, I enjoy your visits.

Helen: There's lots a plenty of leftovers 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 he's either in trouble, [darkly] or he's going to be. [leaves]

Violet: [referring to a supersuit that Dash grabbed from Helen] What makes you think it is special?

Dash: I don't know, but why'd Mom try to hide it?

[Helen emerges from the lavatory dressed in her super suit. She throws her duffel bag roughly at a passenger seat]

Violet: Ow!

Elastigirl: Violet!

Violet: [As she materializes] It's not my fault! Dash ran away, and I knew I'd get blamed for it...

[Dash pops up from behind the seats at the back of the cabin, immediately engaging at the top of his lungs]

Dash: That's not true!

Elastigirl: Dash?!

Violet & 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!

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

Violet & 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.

Elastigirl: All right! Well, who'd you get?

Elastigirl: [via headset] Friendlies! At 2,0 miles south-south west 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!

Elastigirl: I know what I said! Listen to what I'm saying now! [via headset] Disengage, repeat, disengage!

Dash: [fearfully] Mom?

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.

Bob: NO!

[As the missiles get closer and closer to the jet]

Elastigirl: Put a field around us NOW!

Violet: But, Mom, I've never done one that big before!

Elastigirl: Violet, do it now! [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]

[Mirage enters the room where Bob is still being held in the suspension chamber. She pushes a button, causing Bob to fall to the floor.]

Mirage: [Walks up to Bob] There isn't much time.

Bob: [Grabs Mirage by the throat and lifts her up] No, there isn't. In fact, there's no time at all.

Mirage: [Tries to free herself from Bob's hold] Please...

Bob: Why are you here? How can you possibly bring me lower? What more can you take away from me?

Mirage: Family... survived the crash. They're here on the island!

Bob: [Surprised] They are alive?

[Bob drops Mirage to the floor, where she coughs. He picks her up and hugs her. Mirage looks relieved, but then notices Helen standing at the doorway.]

Bob: Helen?

Mirage: Hello. You must be Mrs. Incre-! [Get punched in the face by Helen and faints]

Bob: [Grabs Helen's outstretched arm] She was helping me to escape!

Helen: No, that's what I was doing! [Bob starts pulling her in closer] Let go of me! Let go, you lousy, lying, unfaithful creep-

Bob: [Kisses Helen] How could I betray the perfect woman?

Helen: Oh, you're referring to me now?

Bob: Where are the kids?

Mirage: They might have have triggered the alert.

Helen: What?!

Mirage: Security's been sent into the jungle. [Bob helps her up] You better get going.

Helen: Now our kids are in danger?!

[Bob and Helen run out of the room.]

Bob: If you suspected danger, why'd you bring them?

Helen: I didn't bring them, they stowed away! And I don't think you're striking the proper tone here!

Dash: Are we there yet?!

Bob: We will 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] HOW YOU DOING, HONEY?!

Helen: DO I HAVE TO ANSWER?!

Parrot: Identification, please.

Dash: Huh? Hey, hey Vi, c'mere, look, look it talks! There, that one.

Parrot: Voice key incorrect.

Violet: Voice key?

Parrot: Voice key incorrect.

Violet: [realises something is wrong] Wait a second...

[Parrot sounds alarm]

Dash: What do we do?

Violet: Run!

Dash: Where are we going?

Violet: Away from here!

[The family looks at each other, stunned]

Mr. Incredible: Hey, Zone.

[Frozone starts to chuckle. Bob 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? Eh? 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: Just like old times.

Mr. Incredible: Just like old times...

[Bob slaps Frozone on the back, a little too hard. Frozone shakes it off]

Frozone: Oh! Yeah. Hurt then too.

[A long, black limo cruises down the street. Bob sits proudly with his family as Rick Dicker debriefs them. Everyone is enjoying the moment, save for Helen, 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.

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 McKeen: [on the phone; beep] Hi, this is Kari. I have a question about Jack-Jack...

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

Elastigirl: [To Dash] Come on. We're in a limo.

[Bob is looking appreciatively at Violet]

Mr. Incredible: Hey, you're wearing your hair back?

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

Mr. Incredible: It looks good.

Violet: [Blushing] Thanks, Dad.

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

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!

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

Kari McKeen: [on the phone; beep] Mrs. Parr, it's me. Jack-Jack is fine, but weird things are happening.

Dash: ...aced those guys that tried to kill us! That was the best vacation ever! I love our family.

Kari McKeen: [on the phone; beep] Jack-Jack's still fine, but I'm getting really weirded out! When are you coming back? I'm not fine, Mrs. Parr! Put that down! Stop it! You need to call me. I need help, Mrs. Parr!

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]

Mr. Incredible: "Special needs"?

Rick Dicker: [Off-screen] Here we are.

Kari McKeen: [Through phone, calmer] Anyway, thanks for sending a replacement sitter.

Elastigirl: Replacement? I didn't call 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 ray. Cradling a sleeping Jack-Jack in his arms, he grins]

Syndrome: Shh. The baby is sleeping.

[He cackles. The Incredibles are frozen and helpless in the grasp of the zero-point. Only their eyes betray their desperation]

Syndrome: You took away my future. I'm simply returning the favor. Oh, 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. 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]

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 suddenly he 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 turns to Bob, panicked]

Elastigirl: Something's happening. What's happening?!

[The vibrating baby begins to redden, transforming abruptly into mini-monster. The Jack-Jack monster throws a headlock around Syndrome, laughing maniacally and starts to rip apart Syndrome's Jet-boots! Bob and Helen watch helplessly]

Elastigirl: We have to stop him! Throw something!

Mr. Incredible: I can't! I might hit Jack-Jack!

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 sees this, turns to Bob]

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 will get your son, eventually.

[Bob looks around wildly for a way to get at Syndrome, and spies his sports car. Regret flashes across his face]

Syndrome: I'll get your son! 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 & Violet react as the Manta Jet explodes. Helen cradles Jack-Jack facing upwards, his back toward the ground. He looks at her, giggling and cooing]

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. Helen & Jack-Jack are saved. Violet and Helen exchange a meaningful look]

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 with Rusty, whose eyes are as big as dinner plates]

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

3 months later [text displayed at the ending of the movie]

[The stadium parking lot is about half full on a beautiful cloudless day. The marquee announces Junior High Tracks Finals. Young runners loosen up at the starting line of the hundred-yard dash. Dash is among them. He waves to 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]

Violet Parr: Do we have to have cheerleaders at the track meet? I mean, what is that all about?

Girl: Well, I always thought it was more like a...

Tony Rydinger: [to Violet] Hey.

Violet Parr: Hey.

Tony Rydinger: You're, uh, Violet, right?

[Last lines, the family crosses the parking lot, Dash sitting atop Bob's shoulders, clutching his second-place trophy. Everyone is happy and together]

Helen Parr: Dash, I'm so proud of you.

Dash Parr: I didn't know what the heck you wanted me to do.

[The ground begins to quake. The Incredibles stop as the low rumble grow 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 The Incredibles, and then the 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

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]

See also

• Incredibles 2

External links

• The Incredibles quotes at the Internet Movie Database
• The Incredibles at Rotten Tomatoes
• Unofficial transcript of the movie