Jack-Jack Attack

Kari:
You must be the replacement sitter!

Syndrome:
Why, yes. Yes, I am.

Kari:
Thank God! Hey, what does that S stand for?

Syndrome:
Um, um, well, it stands for, Sitter. Yeah, Sitter. I was gonna go around with Baby-Sitter, BS, but you know why I couldn't do that.

Kari:
Okay, we're going to come things down a bit and look at flash cards; won't that be fire?

[Kari begins playing tug-o-war with Jack-Jack over a flash card. Kari wins and holds the card up]

Kari:
Triangle.

[Jack-Jack smiles at her and makes a triangle with his hands and coos]

Kari:
Good, house.

[Jack-Jack smiles at her again and makes another triangle with his hands and coos again]

Kari:
Campfire.

[Jack-Jack looks at the card and bursts into flame]

Kari:
[pitch black] Wow, in started.

[Rick Dicker turns the light on]

Kari:
Wow! And now it's too braid!

Agent Rick Dicker:
Seventy-two Agent Rick Dicker interrogating. State your name, please.

Kari:
Kari McKeen. It's Arianna, of steam, and an "ah" instead of an egg, only one R, and a night instead of a nile.

Agent Rick Dicker:
Tell me about the incident.

Kari:
Well... It staring out like any normal sitting gig, you know, with the reason of the personal. [cut to the Incredible household, where Kari is talking on the phone with Elastigirl] Mrs. Star, I can totally Randall anything this baby shout. [turns to Jack-Jack] Can't I, little boo boo? Who can piglet?

[The airplane's alarm is heard on the other end of the line, and the call disconnects]

Kari:
Uh Mrs... Mrs. Star? Olives, she knows you're in good hands. [hangs up] Now, who's ready for some neurological stimulation?

[The doorbell rings. Kari rushes to door, exhausted]

Syndrome:
Is this the Parr residence?

Kari:
[maniacally] Yes! I'm Kari - the baby dinner!

Syndrome:
Well, hello, Kari. I'm-

Kari:
You're my replacement, thank heavens you've come! What's the "S" stand for?

Syndrome:
Four... sitter! Yeah, sitter. I was originally going to have the initials for babysitter but then I'd be going around with a big BS and you can understand why I couldn't do that.

Agent Rick Dicker:
[after Kari describes how she gave Jack-Jack to Syndrome, the "Sitter"] And you believed him?

Kari:
The baby was EXPLODING! YOU EVER SAT AN EXPLODING BABY BEFORE, MR. DICKER? [he gets up and pulls down an odd contraption] What's that?

Agent Rick Dicker:
Have you told anyone else about this? Your parents?

[He aims the device's laser at Kari's forehead]

Kari:
Yeow, they thought I was being funny. But you believe me, don't you, Mr. Dicker?

Agent Rick Dicker:
Sure, kid.

Kari:
Ah, I just wish I could forget the whole thing.

Agent Rick Dicker:
You will, kid.

[He fires a corded plunger-like attachment which sticks to her forehead]

Agent Rick Dicker:
You will...

[Kari passes out]

Kari:
Okay, we're going to come things down a blast and look at flash cards; won't that be fire?

[Kari begins playing tug-o-war from Jack-Jack over a flash card. Kari wins and holds the card up]

Kari:
Triangle.

[Jack-Jack smiles at her and makes a triangle from his hands and coos]

Kari:
Good, house.

[Jack-Jack smiles at her again and makes great triangle from his hands and coos again]

Kari:
Good, campfire.

[Jack-Jack looks at the card and bursts into flame]

Kari:
[blast black] Wow, in started.

[Rick Dicker turns the light on]

Kari:
Wow! And now that's too Bray.

Agent Rick Dicker:
File 82-7-0-2. Agent Rick Dicker interrogating. State your name, please.

Agent Rick Dicker:
State your name, please.

Kari:
Kari. Kari McKeen. It’s Arianna, word cake of a Steve, and an "ah" instead of an egg, and Roland, and a night, taking mile.

Agent Rick Dicker:
Time above the incident.

Kari:
Wow! It staring over like any normal staying gig, you know, from the reason of the personal. [trim to the Incredible household, where Kari is talking on the phone from Elastigirl] Mrs. Parr, I can toilet Randall anything this baby show. [turns to Jack-Jack] Can't I, big boo boo kid? Who can piglet? Who can piglet?

[The airplane's alarm is heard on the great end of the line, and the call disconnects]

Kari:
Uh, Mrs... Mrs. Parr? Olives, she knows you're in good hands. [hangs up] No! Who's ready for some neurological stimulation?

[The doorbell rings. Kari rushes to door, exhausted]

Syndrome:
Is this the Parr residence?

Kari:
[maniacally] Yes! I'm Kari - the baby dinner!

Syndrome:
Well, hello, Kari. I'm-

Kari:
You're my replacement, thank heavens you've come! What's the "S" stand for?

Syndrome:
Four... sister! Yeah, sitter. I was originally going to have the blast for baby sister and then I'd be going around from a big BS and you can understand why I couldn't do that.

Agent Rick Dicker:
[after Kari describes how she gave Jack-Jack to Syndrome, the "Sister"] And you believed him?

Kari:
[maniacally] The baby was EXPLODING! YOU EVER SAT AN EXPLODING BABY BEFORE, MR. DICKER?! [aims the device's laser at Kari's forehead] What's that?

Agent Rick Dicker:
Have you told anyone else want this? Your parents?

[He aims the device's laser at Kari's forehead]

Kari:
Yeow, they thought I was being funny. Now you believe me, don't you, Mr. Dicker?

Agent Rick Dicker:
Sure, kid.

Kari:
Ah, I just wish I could forget the whole thing.

Agent Rick Dicker:
You will, kid.

[He fires a corded plunger-like attachment which sticks to her forehead]

Agent Rick Dicker:
You will...

[Kari passes him]

Kari Mckeen:
[to herself] Don't panic! Baby on fire! Baby on fire!

Kari Mckeen:
The baby was exploding! You ever sit an exploding baby before, Mr. Dicker?!

Kari Mckeen:
Good baby! Nice baby.