Bob's Football

A/N: Here's the fifth and final chapter of the story. Thanks for the reviews.

The Star Swordsman and soccergurl1990: This chapter reveals if Violet and Dash get away with the football thingie.

Summary: Violet and Dash destroy Bob's football and they must replace it in time before he gets back home. Will they make it? RR. Flames welcome.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Incredibles. Actually, I don't own anything. So it is necessary to put one of these in every story?

During the night, Bob sat in his rocking chair and stared at his beloved football. He tossed it from hand to hand, until he saw something white. He looked at it and nearly fainted. It was a price sticker from Kmart for only $4.99!

"I'm gonna kill them," he said.

His temper rose even more when he saw the receipt lying on the floor. "They're dead meat," he said.

The next day, he called Violet and Dash down. He said he needed to "talk" to them. They came.

"What is it?" Violet asked. "I'm doing something important."

"Please take a seat," Bob said.

Violet and Dash sat down on the couch. Bob began to tie them up in ropes.

"What in the world are you doing?" Violet yelled.

When Bob finished wrapping them up, he said, "I know what you did to my football."

Violet and Dash looked at each other. They gulped.

"Why, whatever do you mean?" Dash said in his nicest voice.

"Don't play nice with me," Bob said. "This was my most pride possession and you destroyed it! What do you have to say for yourselves?"

"It's all Dash's fault!" Violet shouted.

"WHAT?!" He sharply turned to Violet.

"You made me do it," she said. "You insisted on playing with it―"

"You played with my football?" Bob yelled in disbelief.

"Waffles killed it," Dash said.

"You mean to tell me your dog killed my football?" Bob asked.

"Yeah," Violet and Dash replied in unison.

"Well, I don't care, now you're gonna get it," Bob said.

Violet began to cry hysterically. "We're gonna die," she wailed. Dash just stared.

Bob grabbed another rope, tugged at it, and hung them from the ceiling.

"Uh, Dad, I have a question," Dash said.

"What?"

"How long till you get us down from here?" Dash wanted to know.

"A week or two," Bob answered, smirking evilly. He left the living room.

Dash turned to Violet and said, "Violet, I hate you."

"I hate you, too," she retorted.

Later...

"Dad, I'm getting hungry!" Dash complained.

"You give me a headache," Violet said.

"Ah, shut up," Dash snapped.

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A/N: The End. So, there, Violet and Dash didn't get away with it. Did you think they WERE gonna get away with it? Hehe, oh, well. And now... Thanks to

-The Star Swordsman

-soccergurl1990

...for reviewing my story the whole way through. And if in the future, anyone else bothers to come across this and READ it, then thanks, too. You guys rock!! Especially my two main reviewers (you know who you are)

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Miz Jackson