- Russia attacks Red Dawn style from the north.
- Maverick is pulled back from a drunken stupor in San Diego to teach at Top Gun because we need to defend Palin’s house with carrier-based F-18 Hornets.
- Maverick is a total douche at Top Gun and refuses to get close to any new flyers because of lingering Goose issues.
- Kelly McGillis never lost that loving feeling, so she gets to play in the geriatric volleyball game that breaks out oddly in the middle of the movie. She mirrors Goose by being the only volleyball participant to wear a shirt. Maverick wears mom jeans again.
- Also… side plot… Charlie secretly gave birth to Maverick’s love child who is now attending Top Gun. His call sign is Kemosabe. He’s strictly by the book and kind of a shitty pilot.
- Maverick routinely gets in pilots’ faces for going “beneath the hard deck” because it’s not safe. When told that in fact HE’S NOT SAFE AND THAT’S WHAT MADE HIM GREAT, he replies, “that’s right! That is me and you are not me! That’s the truth and I don’t really care if you can handle it or not!” It’s oddly convincing yet unsatisfying.
- The best young pilot (actually Goose’s illegitimate son from Tijuana) comes close to shooting Maverick down in training, but just as he gets missile lock he has a G-force-induced stroke and dies. His call sign was, yep, Stroker Ace.
- Maverick wigs out, goes on a Coors Light bender, but pulls it together and YES joins the actual battle against Russia as a replacement for the dead flyer.
- During the air battle over Alaska (which comes to be known as The Battle of Ancho-RAGE!) he switches to guns twice and knocks down 5 Mig 35’s.
- While landing back on the aircraft carrier, Maverick buzzes the tower to wild applause.
- Last scene is the deck commander announcing that all of the pilots have been replaced by a team of ex Playstation 4 players flying drones.
Abandoned by her owners, a tiny dog faces a dangerous new life dominated by the packed gravel dust of existential loneliness.
I rescued a snapping turtle in 6th grade. Things didn’t go so well. I put it in a large cardboard box with a bunch of sand, a buried bowl with water for swimming, and I fed it Italian cold cuts. I was surprised at how little the turtle moved, but hey… it was turtle… and everyone knows that turtles move slowly. Unfortunately, sometimes little movement is actually no movement, and Toykle (as he/she was known) was an eyeless corpse before any intervention took place.
Having learned my lesson, I managed a quick turnaround from rescue to release when Abigail, Jackson, and I noticed a baby snapping turtle headed the wrong way up Maverick Street. Down Maverick leads to the swamp; up Maverick leads to certain death at the library intersection. Turtle chose poorly, but we cheated Darwin and delivered him/her to the swamp.