The Incredibles 3: A Competition of a Lifetime

Chapter 1

"Wow..." Winston Deavor gasps, his eyes fixed on the grand machine at the center of the room. "It's... beautiful."

"Yes, sir," Jess, Winston's partner, adds. "All thanks to our hard and relentless work." Grinning, Winston turns to face Jess.

"We make a good team," Winston laughs, laying a hand on her shoulder.

"We sure do," Jess giggles. "But what we need to do now is begin contacting the supers." Stepping over to the desk overflowing with papers and files, Jess begins to flip through the neat pile of manila folders on the shelf above. 

"It's finally time," Winston exclaims as he throws his head back, "to make supers even more incredible."

"Pass the milk!" Dash shouts as he stumbles impatiently at his seat.

"I'm USING THE MILK!" Violet yells back, pulling the milk carton out of his reach. 

"Kids..." Helen warns, eyeing her kids from behind the sink.

"I JUST WANT SOME MILK FOR MY CEREAL!" Dash shouts again. Violet eyes him with anger as she carefully tilts the milk container toward her bowl. The milk slowly starts to trickle down into her bowl.

"When. I'm. Done," Violet spits as she watches the milk drip down into her bowl of Cheerios.

"Gaah!" Dash yells as he speeds over and grabs the milk carton out of Violet's hand before she can even react.

"HEY!" Violet screams as she struggles to reach over for the milk carton that is now in Dash's hands.

"ENOUGH!" Helen lets out. Both Violet and Dash turn to face their mother. "Aren't you guys a little old to be fighting like this?"

"I'm still a teen," Dash defends himself. "It's Violet who's acting childish." 

"Hey! If you weren't pestering me, then I wouldn't have pestered YOU!" Violet shouted back. 

"Dash is right," Helen sighed, placing her dish towel on the counter. "You're already twenty years old. You should consider moving out, or maybe you can find a real job..."

"I'll move out when I'm ready," Violet groans as she slams her spoon down against the granite counter. Turning invisible, Violet stomps up the steps and slams her bedroom door in response. 

"Wow," Dash says in-between bites. "Looks like someone is a little antsy this morning." Helen turns around to continue washing dishes when her husband walks into the kitchen with Jack-Jack. 

"Good morning!" Bob bellows as he swoops down to give his wife a kiss. "What a beautiful Monday morning we're having!"

"Sun!" Jack-Jack blurts out, pointing at the kitchen window.

"That's right, buddy!" Bob laughs, stepping over Jack-Jack to get to the living room. "Let's check the mail this fine morning, shall we?" Laughing, Bob heads outside and sweeps his hand in the mailbox. A single envelope sits inside as Bob reaches in and grabs it. 

" 'To Violet and Dash Parr'..." Bob reads, " 'From... DevTech'?" Heading back inside, Bob begins to rip open the letter.

"What's that, honey?" Helen asks as she places the last wet dish on the rack.

"It's... for Dash and Violet," Bob answers, throwing the envelope aside as he opens up the letter. 

"For me?" Dash races to Bob's side as they both begin reading the letter.

"A machine... all superpowers... what?" Bob gasps, looking up. Dash holds the letter and continues reading. 

"What does it say, Bob?" Helen asks, joining the two in the living room. 

"Wow!" Dash exclaims, speeding in circles around the couches before stopping in front of his mother. "Winston Deavor is holding a competition for young supers like me and Violet at Baronial Island! Woah!" Dash speeds around the living room again in excitement.

"What? Why?" Helen asks. Dash stops in front of his mother with wide eyes and a huge smile.

"We're going to like, compete in stuff! And then, he's going to pick only the best supers in the contest!" Dash explains, speeding over couches as he knocks over pillows.

"Why?" Helen repeats, leaning over to pick up a nearby pillow. This time, Bob turns to face her.

"Deavor has created a machine that will allow any super to possess every power that exists," Bob slowly articulates, his face pale and his hands white. 

"That's like, a lot of powers," Dash adds. "I'll become invincible!" 

"What?! That's insane!" Helen argues, sitting down. "No way. You're not going to this island. Neither is Violet." Dash stops running, his face shocked.

"Mom!" Dash groans. "This is an opportunity of a lifetime. You know Deavor; he's smart, trustworthy, and ambitious! I want to go to that island to shoot my shot. Fighting crime is what we do. With this chance, I can become even more powerful than any villain that will ever exist. Evil will never stand a chance against us. Please, I'm begging you, Mom... let me go and at least try. I'm Dash Parr -- I won't let you guys down." Helen sighs, letting her head fall into her hands. She turns to her husband.

"I don't know... what do you think, Bob?" Helen asks. Bob adjusts his glasses and clears his throat. The paleness and fright from before are now gone from his face.

"Violet and Dash should go," Bob declares. "Let the games begin."