The Naked Gun - From The Files Of Police Squad-... Apr 2026

(to kids) Nobody drink the water. Or the sports drink. Or the pudding cups. Actually, just stick to air.

CAPTAIN ED HOCKEN (60s, ulcer) rubs his temples. NORBERG (30s, earnest) adjusts a microwave-sized “surveillance computer.”

Frank shoves his hands in his pockets. His pants immediately fall down. He pulls them up, trips over a mooring cleat, and crashes into a stack of barrels labeled The Naked Gun - From The Files Of Police Squad-...

The legendary Frank Drebin. You just destroyed three tons of my prototype energy drink.

Frank stands, seaweed draped over his head like a wig. He spits out a fish. (to kids) Nobody drink the water

RAIN lashes against shipping containers. LIEUTENANT FRANK DREBIN (50s, suit slightly too tight, shoes slightly too shiny) crouches behind a stack of tuna crates. He whispers into his wristwatch.

One barrel tips. Rolls. Knocks over a forklift. The forklift honks, spins, and smashes into a shipping container, which falls open to reveal… Actually, just stick to air

Frank freezes. He grabs the rubber chicken, holds it to his ear like a phone.

That’s… a very aggressive juice box.