"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 XXVII…

"So whatever this is, you can't get a message out…?" Hocken asked the jet's pilot carefully as Jeremy stood beside him.

"Radio and a few of our systems are out…" the thirties-ish pilot nodded. "We should be able to take off, if the Director wishes but it'll be a little seat of our pants."

"Ok, thanks…Better stand by and be ready to go." Ed nodded. "C'mon, kid." He turned to Jeremy. "Lets tell your boss we'd better get outta here. Someone's trying to keep us from warning the President about that sob Morene. Maybe your friend has had better luck."

"Thirty seconds to change…A new record." Rory noted with admiration as she and Lorelai left the elevator, wheelchair and nurse's uniform behind, heading for the parking garage,

"Thanks…But I shouldn't have grabbed the pink blouse with this skirt." Lorelai sighed. "I don't know what I was thinking."

"Busy morning…But it's really not too bad. So, off to Oakland to join the Guard?"

"Just a coupla GI Janes, soon as we get close enough and change."

"Wait…" Rory eyed her as they entered the parking garage. "You have Guard uniforms for us?"

"Of course, uniforms for every occasion, right down to Girl Scout. Be prepared and try to be stylish, our motto."

"I can't understand why so many of our friends in Stepford Hollow think you scatterbrained."

"Just a pose…Where the hell are my keys?" fumbling in skirt pocket. "Or, the keys it not really being our car. Oh, put them in the purse in the trunk, damn." Lorelai sighed.

"Not to worry…Have purse, can carjark." Rory pulled out a foldable Slim Jim. "Perhaps just a bit more than a pose, but lovable, Mom." Beam as she moves to driver's side of their (stolen) car.

"Mom? A little cover here?"

"Oooh, sorry…" Moving from eyeing her reflection in mirror metal wall of garage with frown.

"Pink with this…What was I thinking?"

Deep within…The Lair…A large room set up for a buffet/cocktail party, a sort of meet-and-greet of Evil...The recently arrived guests milling about discussing, dealing, making veiled threats in a few cases, or simply meeting, greeting, and after underlings had checked the food and drink, eating and drinking. Eric Matisse making rounds with Fred Jr., Matisse, with clearly defined ironic sarcasm, deferring to his "superior".

As if the little sob wound survive ten minutes after his succession. But, for now, till Crumpf has resettled himself/herself and gives the word to clear the deadwood…

"Dr. Goebbels-Banner?" the hefty, still giggling at times, Dr. Mabuse had come to him as Goebbels-Banner sipped at some champagne, eyeing several of the other guests and noting Evita Crumpf-Wussner eyeing him, her husband still abroad.

"Dr. Mabuse? Congratulations are in order." He offered hand.

"A team effort, my friend. To which you contributed."

"I'm eager to learn the details of the transfer and even more how you're maintaining the brain in stasis." Goebbels-Banner noted. "It's my understanding to date all transfers have been done in less than eight hours at maximum."

"Under six, it had been necessary. And in two cases even that was too late…The brains never came out of comatose state. But with our Leader, we have achieved a major success that will enable us to proceed soon on a whole new scale." Giggling.

"Uh-huh. Well, I can't wait till Dad gets here and sees the fruits of your labors."

"We have a special surprise…" Mabuse smiled, leaning in…

Must you? Not only creepy but bad breath. Don't they have mouthwash here?

"While I don't wish to spoil the surprise for the others, as a fellow scientist/physician, you may appreciate our success more. Would you care to have a special viewing? You are the son of our Deputy Leader, after all?" Mabuse, oily smile, giggle.

"I'd love to, Doctor." Nod. "If the others won't be displeased…?"

"We can go to my office to 'discuss matters' and then take my elevator to the lab complex. If you are that interested?"

So long as no funny business is involved, you creepy perv, fine, he thought. "Yes, very." Nod.

Wait…I might want to be careful. Always could be the "surprise" is to demo the transfer technique for these clowns using me.

He eyed Evita smiling at him from across the hall as she chatted with the clearly interested in a lecherous way, lil' Kim and his guards. Smirk, slightly frowning at Kim as he sought to speak with Evita.

Eehew, you don't suppose…? Maybe the rumors are not only true but she was a willing…

Eehew.

"Shall we go? I'm so eager to show you." Mabuse leered.

"So, no word can go out from the plane as yet?" Marjorie sighed to Jeremy. Frank still keeping gun trained, though…This is getting a bit…My arm is really starting to…

"Frank? Your arm's wobbling. Maybe you best let me keep a gun on the guys?" the returning Hocken suggested.

"Yeah, you take over, Ed." Oh, God, ow…

"You all right, Frank?" Marjorie called.

If she's a Nazi brain transplanted agent, she's a very sweet one…Ed noted.

"Oh, yeah...Just gonna have Ed watch us all now. Only fair to have me covered too." He noted, gasping a bit as he rubbed sore arm.

"Director?" Teery had returned in her jeep, emerging. "The base commander says all communication is still cut off. He has teams trying to reach Oakland but it will take a bit."

"We'd better get going." Marjorie noted. "Frank? You or Ed can keep an eye out but I think we'd best be examined on the plane and take off as soon as…"

Another jeep arrived, two men, one in fatigues with bag, one in doctor's outfit emerging.

"Dr. Emerson and Major Farley, base doctor, at your service, ma'am." Dr. Farley saluted her.

"Great. Doctors, we'll be needing you to board this plane and examine everyone for any signs of brain surgery starting with me and then the pilot. We'll have you sent back as soon as we reach Washington, but it's urgent. Can your driver inform Colonel Morris?"

"Yes, ma'am." Major Dr. Farley nodded, and went to the jeep which left a moment later.

"Ok, if you can do me quick then we'll board and get the pilot looked at." Marjorie told Dr. Emerson who seemed both puzzled and intrigued but nodded.

Just as long as I'm further down the list, Terry thought. Though my scars if any are pretty well healed and explained by my accident. Well, "accident".

But best not to take chances…Till I can blow up the plane.

Really wish I could have a gun here…Dr. Goebbels-Banner thought as he and Mabuse, having excused themselves from the party, descended in the elevator from Mabuse's offices.

"The lab complex…" Mabuse noted as the elevator stopped. "Please.." he waved hand as the door opened. Lights popping out all down the corridor.

Charming…Goebbels-Banner sighed. Not even a guard in sight.

Still, for a doctor working late hours at LA General, entering the parking garage in the early am, not all that new.

Though I usually have my gun or a concealed scapel handy.

"Come, my young friend…" Mabuse beckoned. "I can't wait to show you…"

"What's that I smell?" Goebbels-Banner stared at Mabuse.

"He's requested it. Naturally he can't eat them but as you know our Leader loves his cheeseburgers and fries. We enhance the aroma to make up for the current loss of taste."

Hmmn…He requested it? And can smell this?

"Come…" Mabuse urged, showing eye to a retinal scanner in wall, door opening to a large room, hum of equipment in background, lights coming on but dimmed.

"We have to avoid over stimulation, especially the lighting…" Mabuse noted.

"Hey, Mabuse! I want my chocolate shake! Now!" a voice demanded from an overhead speaker.

Oh, my God…Goebbels-Banner stared.