"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 LV…
Aboard the van in which he was currently imprisoned, Drebbin nears a crisis point. The plastic ties around his wrist starting to give as he sawed against a rough edge. He tensed.
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Aboard the unmarked Department of Presidential Security van, Ed, Marjorie, and the various agents watched the screen on which Drebbin's tracker in hoodie was flashing.
"Keep us steady with them but keep back, we don't want them suspecting us." Marjorie commanded.
"Maybe we should try to disable them?" Ed suggested.
"They'd just kill him." Marjorie shook head. "No, they want him, probably for a more gory revenge later but they won't just give him up if we stop them. Besides, I'm sorry, Ed, but my priority has to be learning what Morene has in mind for the plot against President Wilson. I don't like it either but…" she eyed Ed with distressed expression.
"Yeah…" Ed sighed. "But you're right in any case. They'd just kill him."
"They're turning again, Director!" the technician monitoring the trace noted.
"Don't lose them but don't close unless they seem to have caught on to us." She ordered.
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The tie had come loose. Ok, Frank thought. Now just gotta wait for the right…
He's loose, Hector eyed Eyelyn, slight motion to indicate.
Ok…Time to put on a performance, Evelyn thought.
Sorry, Otto…But we have to make this look real, she eyed Phyllis/Otto who was still watching Drebbin carefully while considering her/his future.
Really, I think I could make the kids a very good mom…As the van made a sharp turn at Evelyn's coded signal to the driver.
"I think we have someone curious about us!" the driver called back, as prearranged.
"Lose them!" Evelyn cried.
Another sharp turn, burst of speed, the three agents all slightly thrown off balance…
Frank suddenly making his move, grabbing for Hector's gun.
Nice of him not to assume I would be the vulnerable one, I suppose, Evelyn thought. As Phyllis/Otto tried to raise gun at seeing Frank go at Hector.
Now there's the difference between you and me, dear…Evelyn thought, moving her gun up a tad slower than she could've and eyeing Phyllis/Otto as a bullet from the fought-over gun, fired by Hector, struck her/him.
I wouldn't have hesitated to shoot through dear Hector.
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"So…What was that?" Fred Jr. frowned at Evita in the hallway outside the lab complex as she emerged.
"Fred." Shrug. "Dad wanted to talk. He's a bit lonely in that jar, tank, or whatever." She noted, blithely.
"Come on, V. Dad's never needed anything but an audience. Why did he want to talk to you in private?" Fred Jr. fumed.
"He wanted to be sure I got Derke the right flowers for his funeral." Wide smile.
"Ok, be like that." Fred Jr., grimly. "But I'm the heir and I'll be running things here when Dad moves to take his/her rightful place."
"A lump of a desert island in the middle of nowhere, filled with old ex-Nazis and nutty perv scientists? All yours." She smiled, walking on towards the elevator.
Just because Dad would date her and not me…Fred Jr. grimly.
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"So, all scans were good…?" Banner eyed Mabuse on his phone in the quiet of his office on an upper level.
"Excellent. The brain is stable and can be maintained for several weeks."
"And the Crumpfs' conversation with the Leader…?"
"About what you expected, Deputy Leader." Mabuse, giggling slightly. "Sorry."
"Yes, those two were bound to try to claim a stake. Fortunately, the Leader wastes little time on sentiment. But, best to let them think they are gaining an edge. And as for Plan C?" Banner eyed the screen.
"Nothing to suggest there would be any problems, sir."
"Good." Banner nodded. "Always wise to keep an ace in the hole."
"But so far all is proceeding well with B?" Mabuse asked.
"Morene seems to have all well in hand. We'll see." Banner nodded. "Naturally it would be the best of possible outcomes right now, if successful."
"Oh, indeed." Giggle. "And my team is ready at a moment's notice."
"Great." Nod. "Just stand ready. The brain is stable enough, for transport?"
"Oh, yes…Quite."
"Good. We'll see how Mr. Drebbin makes out and how much help he'll be."
"Heh, heh…That was a real one, sir. Ironic to think he may be the piece that allows our plot to succeed, sir."
"Fitting, Mabuse. Since he forced us to act prematurely. But, ironic enough, sure. Well, I suggest we both try and get some rest. Things may be moving quickly, shortly."
"Yes, Deputy Leader. Mabuse out." The screen faded.
Banner pressed several buttons, another screen lighting up, with a large man, grey-haired, in a form of SS uniform.
"Commander Manstein? All Lair defenses at maximum?"
"As always, Deputy Leader. We are ready to put on a fine show." Trim beam, eager look.
"Excellent. And escape routes are prepared for all essential personnel?"
"For all…Essential personnel, Deputy Leader." Smile on face on screen. "May I say I look forward to the commencement of 'Operation Deadwood'?"
"As long as you only say it to me, Commander." Banner nodded, returning smile. "We wouldn't want to disturb those who are about to die. For the Cause, of course."
Both picturing happily the likely outcome… God, could that idiot Smirk and others really think there'd be a place for them in the New(er) Order?
"Certainly, Deputy Leader." Nod.
"Banner, out." "Sir." Salute as the screen faded to dark.
Well…Alls well that ends in clearing the decks and total victory, Banner thought, contentedly.
Hope we can save the most useful…But in any case, it will convince the Americans they've "won". Heh, heh, heh.
And if Drebbin survives, the Leader can have the pleasure of framing him as a traitor, and having him arrested, and then one of our first show trial executions. With his new lady-love sadly providing evidence of his treason, after her recovery from injuries sustained in the attack here.
Evelyn is great at that sort of thing, much as she might prefer to take the wife's body.
Would be a neatly face-saving explanation for how that idiot kept eluding us.
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