"The partially, nearly Naked Gun 3 : 'They Saved Crumpf's Brain'..."

Summary: Frank Drebbin is out of retirement and on the case when he learns the fanatical former president and loser candidate Fred Crumpf may not be quite as dead as he left him and he and/or his crazies including his family threaten the newly elected President Woodrowmina Wilson.

Of course, Nordberg is no longer on the squad because of, well, we never talk about that...

Part XXV...

"Are you feeling better, Frank?" Marjorie, solicitously, by his side as he sat on Dr. Liu's exam table. He about returned to normal, eyes and hand.

"Much...Ready to press on. Sorry about mucking a bit in your drawers, doctor." He turned to Dr. Liu.

Hmmn..."Well, not a problem, Officer Drebbin, my drawers are open to the police always."

"So? Your guys have copies of the doc's records..." Ed noted, indicating two agents who'd arrived while Frank was being attended to by Dr. Liu. "Are we going to visit this 'Lucas Morene' aka 'Grey Owl'...?"

"I can't believe Lucas is still peddling that shaman stuff..." Dr. Liu smiled. "I mean I respect traditional medicine, obviously, but..."

"He seemed a pretty competent doc, doc." Ed noted. "Though the shaman stuff was a little weird. The Native American shop guy I went to for the herbs he prescribed, rolled his eyes at me when he saw the signature on the prescription."

"Oh, he's quite brilliant..." Liu agreed. "We were classmates at Harvard Med School. Though I've always been surprised how he's played up, exaggerated, his Native heritage given his views."

"Views, doctor?" Marjorie eyed him.

"Oh...He's about as skinhead as a competent professional Native American can be, at least when I first knew him...Shockingly so, though he's covered it up later in his professional career. Was always trumpeting his noble lineage from the Six Tribes as making him an 'Aryan' to the detriment even of other tribes. I used to tease him rather than take his more racist insults personally but he'd point out how Hitler accepted the Japanese as 'yellow Aryans' and his own family, like Crumpf's, had good German...What?" Dr. Liu eyed Marjorie's anxious face.

"We need to go, boys." Marjorie insisted. "Angela, Tony?" she turned to her agents finishing their review. "See Dr. Liu and his family get safely to HQ in LA. Doctor, this will only be a short time protective confinement, for your own safety and your family's."

"Sure, heck, we appreciate it, ma'am. These people sound insane. Ed? Please give Edna my best." Dr. Liu turned to him. "I'm glad to hear she's experiencing some benefit, if I can help in any way..."

"Thanks, Doc." Ed nodded.

...

"So...This 'Grey Owl', Lucas Morene is one of our Nazis?" Frank asked Marjorie as they left hurriedly for the helicopter. Ed shaking head... "I can't believe it. He was the one who told us he was sure Edna had a tumor."

"Probably to distract to better cover the tracks, Ed. He didn't say the damage was inflicted." Marjorie noted as they climbed in. Frank indicating for Ed to get in beside Marjorie, Ed pausing to let Frank in.

C'mon, Frank, live a little...Jane wouldn't mind. Ed's look saying...

"Boys, we've got to hurry." Marjorie urged. "And I have to tell you something..."

The two eyed each other...Ed politely waving Frank in, Frank, Ed.

"Gentlemen, this is important!" Marjorie ordered. "Get in! Come on, Frank." She patted seat beside her.

Just a slight coyness residing as she eyed him beside her, Ed triumphantly climbing in back.

Marjorie nodding to the pilot to take off immediately...

"What did you...?" Frank began. As they took off...

"I know Lucas Morene." Marjorie sighed. "I didn't dare mention it there, in case of bugs or anyone concealed listening." she noted. "He was appointed to the White House medical staff nine months ago as an advisor for Native American medical affairs, part-time, and three months ago took up the post of consulting neurologist. They must have planned this out to wedge him in."

"Holy shit..." Ed gasped. "Sorry..." apologetically.

"A Nazi/Fascist Re...Native American...A doctor in the White House, near President Wilson?" Frank stared.

"His credentials were impeccable, and his background was just the sort of diversity the President wanted to encourage. Boys, Morene is not just one of Banner's network, he's clearly their medical chief in the US and the President is in danger!" Marjorie noted.

...

"Ladies and Gentlemen..." Eric Matisse stood posed suavely in elegant suit at the entrance to the main complex of ...The Lair, facing the passengers of the Smirk flight, with several heavily armed guards beside him.

Damn, that guy is so suave...lil' Kim, Novotny, other guests, as well as a number of the armed guards of both guests and the Lair staff.

And that slight scar just adds to his elegant machismo...

"I am Eric Matisse..." coolly arrogant tone. "The Crumpfs are awaiting you all with the senior staff below. Deputy Leader Banner is on his way tonight and we shall have the great 'unveiling' then." He noted.

"Can't we see the jar or whatever sooner?" lil' Kim called.

"Our staff is completing their work of stabilization of our Leader..." Matisse explained. "And they intend a bit of a surprise for all of us." Thin smile.

Hmmn...Surprises among supervillains tend to be rather unpleasant for the lesser guys and assorted minions, several among the group inwardly noted.

Even some of the bigger boys...They eyed Smirk. Who was trying to compare his suit and surgically altered jawline to Matisse's.

Only mine, natural...Matisse's coolly dismissive glance to him.

Get us down in there, give us the "Operation Whatever" presentation and then, several of the others thought...Goldfinger us with Delta 9 or something.

On the other hand, ya can't rule the world without us. The bureaucracy of Evil...How would Crumpf/Wilson maintain control? Fear is all well and good in "Star Wars" but the day-to-day stuff, come on. And even the Sith clearly need a staff and a governing bureaucracy to maintain control.

...

"We're not going to the Grey Owl Clinic?" Hocken asked as their helicopter headed for a military airport near Oakland.

"Morene is in DC, and I have agents enroute to his place here." Marjorie noted. "They'll secure anything they find."

"But what about the President? You're having this foul re...Nazi...Arrested, right?" Frank asked.

"Immediately...Lets hope he's not been alerted. I'm convinced we may have enemy agents planted, in cases by him, maybe even at the White House.."

"But you guys check everyone routinely, right?" Ed asked.

"Since we first learned of the Crumpf group's efforts. But Morene is one of the doctors involved in the screening..." Marjorie noted. "He could've slipped people by..."

"Could he do brain surgery in the White House?" Ed stared.

"No, but he could certify kidnapped agents who were operated on." She noted. "And he was listed on a team to go to Camp David with the President in three weeks. They may have been trying to seed the staff in preparation of this...It might be when they intended to strike if Crumpf is ready."

"I still can't believe Crumpf may still be alive..." Ed shook head. "You saw him smushed, Frank..."

"Yeah, but after all this...I could believe even high attitude smushing might not have finished him. So, we're flying to DC...To try to catch this guy before he's on to us?" Frank asked.

"I hope my people can grab him before that...And we can interrogate him." Marjorie noted.

"Won't this mean the President gets extra security, locked down, something like that?" Frank eyed her.

"That's standard procedure...She'd be..." Marjorie paused. "She could be vulnerable if they can't afford to wait and they have people in place." She eyed Frank.

"But don't they have to get...Eehew, Crumpf's brain there...?" Ed noted.

"Or her to them...But we'd best assume either is possible." Marjorie sighed. "All right, lets get on board and get headed for DC. I'll alert the staff and the President." They emerged from the helicopter as it set down on the field of the airport.

"Madam Director..." Terry, the female agent lead from Barton's office, followed by the same team's Jeremy, had arrived in car. Jeremy's arm in sling, Terry looking a bit pale. Several other agents behind them.

"Terry. Jeremy. Glad to see you're up and about but are you up for duty?" Marjorie eyed them. "My phone's not getting a signal..." she frowned.

"I'm ready, ma'am." Jeremy nodded.

"I'm fine, Director." Terry noted, calmly.

More than ready...Been awaiting this day for over a year, hiding in here.

Not that it hasn't been kinda nice in some ways...

"There's been a disruption to the cellular network here..." Terry explained. "The base commander has his people checking..."

"I'll have to make contact from the plane." Marjorie nodded. "Lets go, fellas!"

"Just one second..." Frank, pulling out gun.

"Frank?" Ed stared. Marjorie stared.

"Sir! Drop your gun immediately!" Terry pulling and training gun, several other agents doing so as well. Jeremy looking a bit sheepish. Ed, uncertain quite what to do.

Well, maybe not that ready...Jeremy sighed. Unable to use gun arm, currently in sling.

"Stand down, Terry! All of you! Frank?" Marjorie eyed him.

"Sorry, Marjorie, but given everything and this mysterious cellular outage, I think we'd better have everyone cleared before we board." Frank noted. "If this 'Grey Owl' was active out here, with Banner's people, he may have introduced some sleepers among your local agents. In fact..." he eyed Marjorie... "I'd have to ask you be checked first, Director."

Oooh...Ed sighed. Say it ain't so...That would really kill the Romance, for her to be some Nazi thug I'd want to beat to death.

"Fair enough and the right thing to do under the circumstances, Frank." Marjorie nodded. "Terry, have the base doctor summoned and see if there's a neurologist on staff. Lieutenant Drebbin's concern is justified but we can't take much time with this."

"It's all right..." she noted as Terry looked uncertain, eyeing Frank as he held gun on Marjorie.

"I shouldn't leave you, ma'am." The young woman noted.

"It's fine. All of you, lower your weapons." Marjorie ordered. "Lets not shoot each other trying to see who's not what they should be. Frank?"

"Not gonna happen, sorry." Frank grimly.

"No, I want you to keep your gun up. If there are any sleepers, it's among my people." She nodded, slight smile his way.

Aww...Ed observed. I'm pulling for Romance here and that she's ok.

No offense, Jane...But it's just in case you croak or remain a vegetable. I know you wouldn't want Frank to spend his life alone, just as Edna's been ready to die for me.

Damn, Terry thought as she hurried to the base HQ, calling on pulled cell. First to deliver Marjorie's request, then to make an alert of different sort.

I was hoping I could get them right on board...Blow the plane before anything could be done. But, such is life. Clever fellow in his way, that Drebbin.

No bad-looking either...Hey, I'm in a girl's body over a year...Plus I been dating Jeremy. And seducing Drebbin woulda been in the interests of the Cause.

Pity I have to do this all by myself but Bailey runs a tight ship and it was just lucky poor Terry had that skiing accident thirteen months ago, allowing Morene his chance to put me, here.

On the other hand, it's kind of a shame I'll have to end such a promising career. Since I took things in hand, eight months, Terry's career has been stellar. Kid was a bit of a ditz before, not really a prime candidate for field duty. Now I'm the Director's fair-haired, literally, girl.

Even if in my heart I must despise the $!4!& inferior who is my "superior". Though she really has been a terrific and encouraging boss.

And it is a shame I'll have to dump as well as kill Jeremy. He's really been very sweet, all through my recovery last year and all, what with my having to learn to play Terry Sanchez, even if they hadn't been steady before...Though he's a fine agent as well. We really could have been a well-matched couple...But, that's life, right?

"Yes, this is Agent Sanchez here. Director Bailey wants a neurologist if there's one on the base or who can be...There is? Good, send him over asap. And is your onduty doc...? Good, we appreciate it. Hanger 12, yes. Quick as you can. Thanks." She pressed phone.

"Sir? I'm on encoded transmission. Morene has been compromised, I'm afraid. I've tried reaching him myself without success as yet. Yes, I'm ready to take out the Director and her people, including Drebbin, when they board plane for DC. I'm trying to prevent word being sent via sabotaging the cellular system here but I can't do anything about radio or other transmission."

"Drebbin, too...?" Banner, in Hawaiian hotel restaurant, at lunch, eyeing phone...

"Well, some good news, though a pity about Morene and Operation Camp David, but that the way it crumbles. We'll find a way yet. We have help at hand and the key is flexibility. Well, go to it, Ernest. I'm counting on you. What? Oh, sorry...Terry, no, we don't want to break you out of character. You're doing a great job, kid. DF, out." He put down phone.

I should let Lorelei know Drebbin probably won't be going to home or hospital tonight and she may want to back Ernest/Terry up at Oakland. He dialed... "Business, never ends." He noted to a waitress bringing him a replacement martini.

Well, no need to let this spoil the end of my vacation. After all most of the news has been pretty good.

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