"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 LVIII...

"Nothing?" Ed eyed Marjorie as they sat in Frank's hospital room.

"So far the three planes that took off from that airstrip have turned out to be duds. Probably Morene took off well before and transferred at a major airport. Nothing on his other staff as yet either." Marjorie sighed.

"Well, at least we know Morene wasn't just running away. And that they let Frank go." Hocken pointed out.

"Forewarned, forearmed, yeah." Marjorie nodded. "But they've been a step or three ahead of us all the way so far. I'd really like to get one up on them at last."

"What about that girl back in DC, no luck tracing her?" Ed asked. Frank stirring a bit in bed.

"Nothing as yet. And no luck finding her in any intel files so far. Which leaves us back at square one. However I do have one more card to play." She noted, slight smile.

Hmmn? Ed stared. She motioning for silence as Frank opened eyes. Moving her chair by his pillow.

"Frank? Are you feeling better?" she asked, anxiously.

"Ya had us worried for a minute, buddy." Ed chimed in, smiling.

"I'm ok. Morene?"

"Gone but we're tracing him." Marjorie noted.

He nodded, eyeing her. "Where were you born? What was your grandmother's favorite recipe?"

She stared... "Phoenix, Arizona. Shortbread." Ed staring as well.

"Ok, sorry." Frank sighed. "I just couldn't help worrying Morene might have moved sooner."

Kinda like to know how you got that stuff from my files, Marjorie thought but...

"It's fine, wise of you to check, Frank. But we've re-examined everyone, from the President on down to check for surgery signs. Nothing, including healed scars. Only the people who disappeared with Morene are unaccounted for."

"Even I got checked again." Ed noted.

"And by a team not just one." Marjorie, catching Frank's look. "Whatever inroads Morene made, he felt it unsafe to leave anyone." Turning at a knock on the hospital room door.

"Except the one he couldn't reach." she noted, as Ed and Frank each looked over. "Bring her in." she called.

Two agents, one Sinclair, the other Jeremy, leading a grim-looking Terry to a seat at the foot of the bed.

"If you're expecting me to say anything..." Terry, calm sneer.

"Not voluntarily..." Marjorie, coldly. "But that's not really a problem."

Whoa...Ed stared at Frank. I tell ya, your would-be girlfriend has balls.

...

The same "entertainment" center, Goebbels-Banner had left the zombified female agent...

Morene strolling with the Robert Englund-lookalike owner...

"Quite a place you have here, my friend." He nodded. "And I see our test subjects have been performing as expected?" he eyed the same agent in sleazy outfit, blindly dancing in cage. Alongside several others, mostly innocent victims, some patients, some staff, of the "doctors network" recently purged.

"So far so good, doc. And we're raking it in with the ladies..." grin. "Our 'zombie strippers' are the biggest thing to hit sleazy truck stops since VR peep shows. Which I did think would be the wave ofda future but hey...The wise investor follows the market." Nod.

"Indeed. But I will need to borrow this young lady..." Morene pointed to the agent. "She's been subjected to both Goebbels-Banner's drug and my father's technique and is a valuable source of data."

Shoot...The owner sighed involuntarily. Was kinda hopin' to keep this one for myself. Plus she's been our biggest draw these last two weeks.

Guess it's the athletic training she got as an agent...She can bend in ways you can't imagine.

"Well, it's your choice, of course, doc." He noted to Morene. "Will miss her, she was quite popular with the boys."

"I'm sure...But you did see to it she was...Unharmed. Goebbels-Banner assured me she was to be left intact."

"Oh, we kept her strictly in the cage as the doc ordered, for sure. No one's touched her. It always seems to be more of a draw when they can't. We tell them they're 'zombies' and would eat em, have the girls even move to bite 'em. The boys think it's a joke but they're a little careful so it's no problem."

"Good, good." Morene nodded. "But there is one last test, the one I mentioned on the phone as I came over?"

"Oh...Yeah..." the man sighed. "Well, I guess you could use Erik. My no-good nephew. He's kinda an ass and all. He'll do it. Lemme call him in."

"Excellent." Morene nodded.

"Erik, get yourself in here." The owner told his phone after a quick dialing...

Erik, lank-haired, slack-jawed, neo-Nazi tattooed callow young fellow, hair sliding over forehead, strode in.

"Ah, this is your nephew." Morene nodded.

"Yeah. Jest tell'im what ya want, doc." The owner shrugged. "Erik, Dr. Morene's a big wheel with the folks. You do what he tells ya."

"Don't look like no Aryan superman to me, Uncle Joe." Erik sneered.

"You want me to fire your ass, boy?"

"Fine, what'da ya want me ta do? 'Doc'." Sneer.

'We need the young lady there brought out and dressed for a trip, in somewhat more...Demure...Clothing." Morene noted pleasantly. "Thank you for your assist to the Cause, my boy." Smile.

Duh-hee...Erik eyed the girl in cage. Been meaning to get a crack at her but Unc don't let us get up close and personal. "Sure, I'll get her." He went to cage.

"You stop dancing now, you brain-dead freak." He charmingly told her. She pausing, staring blankly. He unlocked the cage and entered. "Come on now."

Morene pressing button on a device rather like a pen which glowed. The girl staring then blankly "Understand." She grabbed the hapless Erik and quickly with one simple twist, snapped his neck. His body fell to the floor of the cage and she paused, staring blankly.

"Ready." She noted, flatly.

"Of course it makes a difference her being a trained agent." Morene noted to the owner who eyed Erik's body. "But a successful test nonetheless. Utilizing both my father's and Goebbels-Banner's methods. A little surprise for our American friends. Well, come out here my dear..." he addressed the girl, who emerged from the cage. "Could you have one of your normal female staff properly dress her, my friend?" he turned to the owner who nodded. "Thanks so much for your help here." Beaming.

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