Costume Party Capers: The Incredibles Page #2

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- I do.

I pronounce this couple

husband and wife.

As long as we both shall live.

No matter what happens.

Hey, come on. We're superheroes.

What could happen?

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.

Mr. Sansweet didn't ask to be saved.

He didn't want to be saved.

The injury received from

Mr. Incredible's "actions",

- Causes him daily pain.

- I saved your life!

You didn't save my life!

You ruined my death.

My client has no comment.

Another suit was filed

by victims of the el train accident.

Incredible's court losses

cost the government millions.

And opened the flood gates for dozens

of superhero lawsuits the world over.

It is time for their secret identity

to become their only identity.

Time for them to join us, or go away.

Under public pressure,

and the financial burden

of an ever mounting series of lawsuits,

the government quietly initiated

the superhero relocation program.

The supers were granted amnesty

from responsibility for past actions,

in exchange for the promise

to never again resume hero work.

Where are they now?

They are living among us.

Average citizens, average heroes.

Quietly and anonymously continuing

to make the world a better place.

Denied? You're denying my claim?

I don't understand.

I have full coverage.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hogenson,

but our liability is spelled out

in paragraph 17.

- It states clearly...

- I can't pay for this.

Excuse me. Claims, Bob Parr.

I'm calling to celebrate

a momentous occasion.

We're now officially moved in.

Yeah, well, that's great, honey.

The last three years

don't count because...

Because I finally unpacked the last box.

Now, it's official. Ha, ha, ha.

- Why do we have so much junk?

- Listen, I've got a client.

Say no more. Go save the world

one policy at a time, honey.

Oh! I gotta go pick up the kids.

See you tonight.

Bye, honey.

Excuse me. Where were we?

I'm on a fixed income,

and if you can't help me,

I don't know what I'll do.

All right, listen closely.

I'd like to help you, but I can't.

I'd like to tell you to take a copy

of your policy to Norma Wilcox on...

Norma Wilcox. W-l-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,

but there's nothing I can do.

- Oh, thank you, young man.

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