"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 L…

"So, what have we got?" Marjorie, with Ed, Frank, Jeremy, and several other agents, now in the exam room where Terry lay in her chair, sedated and sleeping lightly as the medical team made adjustments to the equipment about her, including a device somewhat like a partial MRI unit covering half her head. On a large monitor, various images flickered briefly, including a shadowy vision of the exam room, and a room that bore some appearance to a motel room, with Jeremy identifiable in the center of the room beaming…Minus certain clothing. While the real Jeremy gulped a bit.

"I see she remembers you well." Marjorie, slight smile at Jeremy. "It's all right we all knew you were a couple."

"We weren't. I just thought we were." Jeremy sighed.

"Well, if we can save her, she's sure to be impressed." Marjorie kindly.

"Yeah, kid. It's when they're hardest to help that they appreciate it most." Ed, nodding.

"What's that?" Frank pointed. "It looks like a doctor's office…" he blinked as a doctor in surgical gown was seen.

"Procedure complete but for the last stiches." Morene's voice on speaker.

"That's got to be when he transplanted her…Or his…Brain." Marjorie noted.

"Helluva way to wake up." Ed grimaced.

"She probably didn't but the ears and eyes still function even in sleep." A doctor noted. "Though it probably made a big impression."

"I'd bet." Ed nodded.

"We've got an audio connection, Director." The lead doctor, Dr. Lax, turned to Marjorie.

"Can we interrogate her…Him?" she asked him.

"Not too intensely, it might disturb her. I'll keep questions light, talk to her as if you were having a conversation." Lax noted.

"What's the true name?" she asked, looking about.

"Ernest, according to what she said and the files we found." Jeremy noted, with sigh.

"Ernest? How are you? We just want to thank you for all you've done for Mr. Crumpf." Marjorie gently, to microphone handed her.

"Yes, for Crumpf. For the Leader." Terry murmured. "You know I'm loyal… To the death…"

Guess he/she must be, Ed noted quietly to Frank…

"Oh, yes, we know." Marjorie told the mike. "Are you ready to report?"

"Report…?" Terry frowned, perturbed look on her face.

"You've done well escaping the Americans but how has the mission gone? Have you any information on securing the President?" Marjorie, gently.

"I…Escaped? I…They found me out…Jeremy doesn't love me anymore." She whispered.

"Nice he cares, son." Frank noted to Jeremy who eyed him.

"But is there anymore? We need to know. Mr. Crumpf needs to know, Ernest." Marjorie intoned. "Give us your report."

"Dr. Morene has all that…His plan…" Terry shook head. "I only observe from within. Prove I can deceive…" whisper.

"Yes, and you've done well, Ernest. Time to return to base." Marjorie suggested.

"I'm recalled? But do I have to…?" Terry began. Reluctant tone…

"Maybe Nazis enjoy being a girl?" Frank eyed Ed, shrugging. Sorry, at Marjorie's quick look.

"We need your expertise back at the base…Can you come? Do you know how to get to us?" Marjorie, carefully.

"She's getting a bit agitated. She must suspect something." Lax noted, eyeing instruments.

"I see something!" Frank pointed to the screen. An island beach front…Various men passing.

"That may be it. Can you copy and send the image to intelligence? They might be able to track it down." Marjorie called gently to one of the agents at a monitor, who nodded.

"Ernest, you need to get to the island and report." Marjorie noted. "Do you know how to get there?"

"The plane at…" Terry stirred.

"Probably a private field in California." Marjorie turned to Sinclair. "See if there's been any unusual activity at any of them recently." He nodded and headed out of the room.

"It's going to be a long flight, isn't it Ernest? Are you sure the Americans won't detect you?" Marjorie spoke to microphone.

"Commercial, to Hawaii is the safest. I go that way. They pick me up." Terry murmured.

Marjorie eyed Frank… "They're not too far from Hawaii and their agents use commercial flights then are picked up."

"Ernest? How will you be picked up?" Marjorie asked her gently via mike.

"I take a boat…The sub comes…Wait, you know that. Is there a problem?" Terry, twisting.

"Yes." Marjorie noted. "There's a problem with using the boat and sub. Can you fly out directly?"

"If I have to, I can take Smirk's plane."

Smirk. Marjorie eyed Frank and Ed. "Aaron Smirk's plane, Ernest?"

"Yes…If I can…But that only if I have to." She nodded.

"Find every strip on the West Coast that bastard Smirk has a plane." Marjorie hissed to the agent on monitor. "We thought he might be involved with Crumpf, but this suggests he's fully on the team." She told Frank.

Gee. And Jane was thinking of buying one of his cars…Frank thought. Ed shaking head, then apologetically reaching for his buzzing cell phone.

"Hey, Hocken. Oh, hi, doc. How's Edna? She ok?" anxious tone. "Yeah…? What? Those Nazi bastards…" grim tone. The medical team and Marjorie eyeing him as Terry stirred.

"Uh, gimme a second, Doc." Ed told the phone. "I gotta go out in the hallway. Sorry, guys." He gave apologetic look to the team and headed out.

Terry/Ernest settling now… "Ernest…Can you tell us about the island?" Marjorie, carefully intoning. "We all may need to go now."

"It's the Lair…Haven't you been?" Terry, vaguely.

"No, we've been stationed in America. Tell us, Ernest." Marjorie, gently. "Is it a large island?"

"It's large…It was a sub base in the old Reich, you know?"

"Oh, yes…Very well hidden but not too far from Hawaii." Marjorie noted carefully.

"About 750 miles…" Terry murmured. "When do I go?"

"Just get some rest and you can go in the morning." Marjorie, gently. Terry, turning and sleeping lightly.

Marjorie rose. "I think that's about all we can hope to get out of her. She probably didn't have exact coordinates any way. But let the intelligence boys know it should be somewhere within 750 or so miles of Hawaii."

Ed entering, a bit excited. The group looking at him. "Ed?" Frank stared.

"The doc needs to talk to you, Marjorie!" Ed offered phone. She staring but taking.

"What's up, Ed?" Frank asked him. "Edna lose her mind again? Or did she try to sleep with the doc?"