(to kids) Nobody drink the water. Or the sports drink. Or the pudding cups. Actually, just stick to air.
The guard squints. Frank shrugs, then swings the chicken. It squeaks harmlessly against the guard’s helmet. The guard blinks. Frank kicks him in the shin. The guard collapses—into a puddle of motor oil, sliding into the harbor with a dignified splash. The Naked Gun - From The Files Of Police Squad-...
A guard turns.
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 (to kids) Nobody drink the water
Vex snarls. She leaps onto a jet ski. Frank tries to follow, but his foot gets stuck in a mooring rope. He’s dragged face-first through the harbor, past a wedding barge, under a drawbridge, and finally deposited onto a beach where a children’s puppet show is in progress. Actually, just stick to air
(over radio) Copy. No touching. Hands in pockets. Got it.
One barrel tips. Rolls. Knocks over a forklift. The forklift honks, spins, and smashes into a shipping container, which falls open to reveal…
