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"There's lots of leftovers that you can reheat. Make sure Dash does his homework. And both of you, get to bed on time." Helen told Vince while (Y/n) stood behind him.

"(Y/n) sweetie, you are welcome to stay over of course, provided it's alright with your parents. I should be back tonight. Late. You can be in charge that long, can't you?"

"Yeah. But why am I in charge again?" Vince asked.

"Nothing. Just a little trouble with Daddy."

"You mean, Dad's in trouble, or Dad is the trouble?"

"I mean, either he's in trouble, or he's going to be." Helen grimaced as she entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

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Helen placed a duffel bag on the bed that also had the four super-suit outfits on it. She looked at them all and sighed.

"Hey, what is that? Where's you get that Mom?" Dash asked, as he stood in the doorway.

Helen extended her arm and shut the door, but Dash ran outside and looked into the window.

"You made a cool outfit? Hey, are those for us? We all get cool outfits?" Helen shut the blinds, but Dash ran back into the room and snatched his suit.

"Dash you come back here this moment!" Helen demanded, just as the phone rang.

She picks it up and answered it. "Hey, Snug. Thank for getting back. Listen, I know this is short notice, but I was hoping that I could..."

Helen looked over and noticed Vince holding up his suit, while (Y/n) looked over me at hers with much interest.

"What are these?" He asked.

Dash ran back in the room wearing his outfit. "Look, I'm The Dash! The Dash likes."

"Just a second. Take that off before somebody sees." Helen snatched Vince's suit and picked up (Y/n)'s.

"But you're packing one just like it." Vince pointed out. "Are you hiding something?"

"Oh, please, honey. I'm on the phone..."

Suddenly, Dash snatched the outfits from Helen and held them out to the two teenagers.

"These are yours. They're specially made."

"What's going on?" (Y/n) asked.

Helen grabbed their shoulders and pushed them all out of the room. "You're not coming! I gotta pack!"

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"What makes you think it's special?" Vince asked.

"I don't know. Why'd mom try to hide it?" Dash retorted, before speeding off.

Vince made his hand invisible and touched the suit which also turned invisible.

"Woah, that's amazing!" (Y/n) commented. Vince looked back at his mothers bedroom door suspiciously.

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"Snug, I'm calling in a solid you owe me."

"What do you need?"

"A jet. What do you got that's fast?"

"Let me think."

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Helen was now flying a large white jet to the island where Bob was.

"Island approach. India Golf niner-niner checking in. VFR on top. Over." She said into the headset. Only to receive radio static.

"Island tower, this is India Golf niner-niner requesting vectors to the initial. Over."

Again, radio static.

Helen sighed and glanced over to her duffel bag which had her suit in it.

"Easy, Helen. Easy, girl. You're overreacting. Everything's fine. They're just all getting coffee. At the same time. Yeah." She told herself.

She glanced back at her duffel bag, grabbed it and put the auto pilot on.

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Syndrome entered the room where Bob was being held. His hands and feet were encased in balls that looked like land minds and electricity was holding them to an outer rim.

"You sir, truly are 'Mr. Incredible'. You know I was right to idolize you. I always knew you were tough, but tricking the probe by hiding under the bones of another super? Oh, man! I'm still geeking out about it!"

Then Syndrome frowned.

"And then you just had to go and ruin the ride. I mean, Mr. Incredible calling for help? 'Help me, help me!" He mocked.

"Lame, lame, lame, lame, lame. Alright, who did you contact?" Syndrome demanded.

"Contact? What are you talking about?" Bob asked.

Syndrome pointed to a guard who pressed a button that electrocuted him.

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

"I didn't know about the homing device." Bob said.

Syndrome gestured to the guards again and he gave him an even more powerful shock.

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

"I didn't send for a plane."

"Play the transmission."

Mirage pressed a button and Helen's voice sounded throughout the room.

"Helen?" Bob whispered.

"Oh, so you do know these people. Oh, well then, I'll send them a little greeting." Syndrome pressed a button and Bob's eyes widened.

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Helen emerged wearing her new suit and tossed her duffel bag onto a chair.

"Ow!"

"Vince?!" Helen scolded.

Vince reappeared in his suit holding Helen's duffel bag.

"It's not my fault!" He insisted. "Dash ran away and I knew I'd get blamed for it..."

"Thats not true!" Dash yelled coming up from behind a seat.

"You said, mom's up to something, we have to find out what..."

The two started arguing back and forth and talking over each other, until Helen cut them both off.

"Wait, a moment, please tell me you left (Y/n) watching over Jack-Jack."

"Uh...not exactly..." (Y/n) emerged from her hiding place and stood there awkwardly. She was also wearing her new suit.

Vince subtly glanced at her, noticing how the suit perfectly fit her body, and he blushed a bit.

"(Y/n)?"

"Hi, Mrs. Parr." She waved.

Helen rounded on her kids. "So you two left Jack-Jack alone?!"

Vince and Dash started talking over each other again saying how they had found a sitter.

"Alright, well, who'd you get?"

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"You don't have to worry about one single thing Mrs. Parr. I've got baby sitting wired." A girl with blonde hair tied into a ponytail and braces spoke very fast to Helen on the phone.

"I've taken courses, learned CPR, and I have excellent marks and certificates."

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"Kari."

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"I also brought Mozart to play while he sleeps to make him smarter because reading experts say, Mozart makes babies smarter."

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"Kari."

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"And the beauty part is that the babies don't even have to listen because they're asleep! You know, I wish my parents played Mozart when I slept because half the time I don't know what the heck anyones talking about?"

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"Kari, I really don't feel comfortable with this. I'll pay you for your trouble, but I'd rather call a service." Helen insisted.

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"Oh, there's really no need Mrs. Parr. I can totally handle anything this baby has to dish out."

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Helen glared into the phone, but was snapped out of her glare by a beeping noise.

She looked out the window and saw two missiles coming at the plane.

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