The New Look

Metroville's pizza factory, a staple tucked away to one corner of the vast city, was a place of enriched smells and tastiness, from pepperoni, to fine cheeses and delicious dough.

Dough dough, yes, but also money dough.

With the place's rather secluded location, it made for an easy place for criminals to break in, pose as one of the factory workers, and stash away their robbery among many of the nooks and crannies in the place. Such a thing was happening at that very moment, a group of baddies having pulled up to the back loading dock of the factory, jumped out of their getaway car, and quickly making their way inside with the latest haul of Metroville's bank.

The bag overflowed with fifties and hundreds' dollar bills, the thugs laughing to themselves as they hauled the load indoors and onto a table. It was gleeful for them to know that they had so easily gotten away with the crime - as they had been doing for the past week with other smaller robberies - but this was the largest one they had accomplished so far. And the best part was, while they changed to factory uniforms and prepared to count their loot, was that not one person knew about their crimes.

Or, at least they thought so.

"Stop right there mister!"

The baddies whipped their heads up, coming face to face with a young ten-year-old child standing a few paces away from them, hands on hips and a determined look on his masked face meant to look intimidating. The thugs laughed.

"Who are you supposed to be? The masked marauder?" one joked.

The boy didn't respond to the teasing, and instead clicked his tongue. "I thought this was a pizza factory! But it looks like you have the wrong kind of dough."

On cue, the bag with the money suddenly levitated in midair. More than one of the thugs got spooked.

"I-It's h-h-haunted!" one stammered as the bag floated up to the boy's side.

The boy smirked. "I think it's about time to get acquainted with the kind of dough you're supposed to be working with here." He then turned and cupped his hands around his mouth, calling out. " NOW Dad!"

Not so much of a grunt was heard as the man standing behind a large vat of pizza dough easily tipped it over, the gooey substance drenching the stunned thugs.

One of them caught a glimpse of the I emblem on his bright red suit, and recognized the bulky man. "Mr. Incredible?!"

Mr. Incredible laughed, safely away from the mess. "I'm guessing this isn't what you had in mind when you wanted to roll in the dough, huh? Your plan was a little half-baked from the start." Just then, he picked up a small masked baby, a standing tuft of auburn hair on his head. The robbers cocked their heads as the baby giggled, then was positioned in front of them as he let out a long belch that was riddled with flames! The baddies gasped and shrieked as they were being baked into the dough of the pizza, only their heads sticking up out of the resulting rock-hard mass.

"Yeaaah, Jack-Jack!" the boy cheered, clapping his hands.

The sound of clicking shoes against what was left of the clean tile floor made him turn around. At the doorway of the loading dock was the last criminal of the group, having been left to keep guard outside and unaware of the scuffle indoors. His eyes widened when he saw the scene before him and he turned around, bolting away.

"Dash, he's getting away!" Mr. Incredible urged.

"Don't worry, he won't get far!" his son responded.

And it was true. As the criminal ran between some of the stacked shipment boxes in the back, he tripped over what he assumed to be loose wire stretched out on the ground. He tumbled downward with an oof, and was unable to correct himself before that same 'wire' wrapped itself around his body, holding him in place. It was only when he peered down to take a better look at what had happened to him that he realized that he was being withheld by a pair of very stretchy arms . Those that belonged to...