Might as well do something fantastic

You know your job is soon to be over.

 What are you supposed to do?

Wife basically tells you "Why not?"

Stretching beyond invisibility.

 Torch irritating the thing.

Soon,

 you have a kid sticking to the walls,

  pictures provided for a fee.

Grey to green,

  hulking in disguise.

Malcolm and Martin brought to the page,

  misfits at the time,

   still speaking a message.

Three color pages.

Excelsior!