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Is it okay to give him that?

I wasn’t hearing any better ideas.

No!

Come on, Jack-Jack.

We have to go.

Cookie num-num?

Mama, Mama.

I see him.

He’s getting away!

Stand back.

Darn it!

He’s heading for Mom.

It is done.

The world is super again.

Group photo.

Come on.

Group photo, everyone.

Squeeze in.

That’s it.

Historic occasion.

Everyone, smile.

Go on phase two.

Years of mandated hiding and silence

have made us bitter.

You bring us out into the light.

only to clean up the messes your lack of discipline creates.

Your bodies and your character are weak.

Your promises are empty,

and you will pay for it.

We no longer serve you.

We serve only us.

May the fittest survive.

Well, we, um.

Some very alarming moments there.

before the, uh, technical difficulties.

Please bear with us.

What?

Mayday!

Mayday!

Hold!

Let him talk.

Superheroes have forcibly

taken the bridge.

Repeat.

Now.

A little further.

Little further.

Stop.

What the.

A baby?

Mom and Dad.

Uncle Lucius?

My mama.

Jack-Jack, no!

A super baby?

No, no, no!

Put him down!

Grab her!

No!

Hold Jack-Jack.

No!

Hey, it’s me!

Yeah, that’s what I thought last time.

Kids, what are you.

You came for us?

Don’t be mad.

Oh, sweetie, how could I be mad?

I’m proud.

Not to break up a tender moment,

but where are we?

Is this DEVTECH’s ship?

Evelyn Deavor

controls the Screenslaver.

and until a second ago, us.

Where’s the crew?

Collision detected.

Correct course.

Uh-oh.

Did I do that?

Mom, the suit?

Try this.

Phase Three.

Go on Phase Three!

Why are the kids here?

You didn’t go to the house?

I went to the house.

You didn’t escape?

How did you not escape?

Hey!

We just saved you!

Escape?

Escape from who?

Those guys!

What the.

Jack-Jack has powers?

We know.

Fight now, talk later.

Jack-Jack.

Laser eyes!

Come with me, Winston.

Did I faint?

You’ll be safe here.

Safe?

Safe from what?

Where are the diplomats?

The supers?

Still hypnotized.

What have you done?

Evelyn, she’s escaping.

Well, go after her.

Finish your mission.

I can’t just go!

What about the kids?

Jack-Jack, who’s gonna.

Mom!

Go.

We’ve got this.

Voyd, come with me.

I’ll go shut down the engine.

I’ll try to slow the ship from the bow.

Wait, someone’s missing.

Where’s the crusher guy?

Strap in now!

It’s for your own good.

No!

This is.

We’re too late.

Get me up to the jet.

Hey, you did this.

Can you undo it?

You want me to un-crush?

What?

No one’s ever

asked for that?

No.

To un-crush is silly.

Why un-crush?

To get into the engine room.

Oh, forget it.

We don’t have enough time.

What if I said

to un-punch someone?

What do you do?

Welcome aboard, Elastigirl.

Although

we haven’t yet reached

our cruising altitude.

feel free to roam about the cabin.

Or just relax.

and let the cabin roam

about you.

I can’t get to the engine room!

We gotta do something!

Because trying to slow it down ain’t working.

Hey!

What about turning the boat?

The steering’s been destroyed!

Dash means from the outside!

Yeah!

If we break off one of the foils

and turn the rudder.

we can veer the ship away from the city!

That might work.

I’ll turn the front,

you turn the rear.

Using the rudder?

That’s underwater.

How am I supposed to get.

All right.

Come on, kids.

Dad, I know this is going to work.

But if it doesn’t, and we crash.

my shields are probably better

protection than the ship.

I should stay here.

With Jack-Jack.

That’s my girl.

Remember, Bob,

we’re both turning right!

You know what’s sad?

If it weren’t for your core beliefs.

I think we could have

been good friends.

At least.

I have core beliefs.

We have breaking news.

While there is

still no radio contact,

the ship has changed direction.

and is heading towards land

at a high rate of speed.

So, Dash.

I am going to the rudder.

Once I turn the ship,

you hit the pull up button.

Okay, Dad.

Now lower me down.

The reputations of superheroes are ruined.

You will never

become legal.

Ever.

Never?

No.

Ever?

No.

Not even a little smidgee-widgee?

Oh, hypoxia.

When you don’t have enough oxygen,

things seem really silly.

Things get sillier

and sillier

and then you die.

I don’t wanna die.

Ah, nobody does.

Really.

Not such a bad way to go.