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She presses a remote. The dock splits open. A missile rises from below, painted like a juice box.

(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.”

Hey!

(over radio) Copy. No touching. Hands in pockets. Got it.

A guard turns.

(into watch) Ed? You there? I’m in position. Smells like fish. And crime. Mostly fish. The Naked Gun - From The Files Of Police Squad-...

(smiles) Oh, I’m not selling drinks, Lieutenant. I’m selling thirst .

Oh. Right. I may have swapped your guidance chip with a coupon for free breadsticks. It happens.

The legendary Frank Drebin. You just destroyed three tons of my prototype energy drink. She presses a remote

And now, kids, the police officer is here to save the day!

That’s… a very aggressive juice box.

Frank, the cartel is meeting in thirty seconds. Do not engage. Just ID the leader. And for God’s sake, don’t touch anything. (to kids) Nobody drink the water

Here’s a draft story outline and opening scene in the spirit of The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad! The Naked Gun: License to Slip