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"Arghh!"

Mrs. Incredible jumped out of bed and ran out her bedroom door. "Who's that?" Mr. Incredible demanded as he burst through the kitchen wall.

Another shrill scream cut through the air like a knife.

Mrs. Incredible broke out into a cold sweat. "It's Violet!" she yelled as she dashed up the stairs, followed by her husband. Reaching Violet's room, she found the door was shut.

Not bothering to open the door, Mrs. Incredible kicked the door down and charged into the room, knocking down Violet's lamp stand with a crash! "Hands off her NOW!" she shouted, taking a defensive stance.

Bob threw Violet's study desk across the room, sending it crashing into the attacker and the far wall.

Except...

...there wasn't any attacker. There was nobody in the room except themselves and Violet, who was pressed up against the wall, face pale like a dove's snow white feather, tearfully begging them to 'Kill it!'

Cause there was a daddy-long-legs dangling right over her bed.

Oh, come on!

Watching all this through the minuscule video-cam that he had planted in Violet's room, Dash toppled over onto his bed, clutching his stomach in laughter. "Ohh! That prank went so much better than I expected!" he said between fits of laughter.

"Wait a minute," his father said on the feed in a suddenly dangerous tone. "Where's Dash?"

Dash gulped.

"Why didn't he come running?"

There was about three seconds of silence.

"Dash O'Pare! GET IN HERE!"