Wolfgang's boss quickly walked away. When he had left the room, Wolfgang opened the drawer in a table next to the door and pulled out a gun. He then stuck the gun into the waistband at the back of his pants. Finally, he opened the door a crack.
"Yes, may I help you?" He asked, trying to keep the German accent out of his voice.
"Ah, yes. I'm here in response to your ad for a mechanic." Micky said.
"Oh, good!" Wolfgang exclaimed, "Please come in."
With that, Wolfgang opened the door to let Micky inside, being careful that Micky wouldn't see him until he had come into the house.
Not suspecting anything, Micky stepped inside. Wolfgang shut the door behind him. Micky was finally able to get a good look at the man who had let him inside. Instantly, he looked familiar to the Monkee but he couldn't remember who.
"So you are here for the mechanic's job?" Wolfgang asked. "Have you ever worked on a racecar before?"
"Once, about one or two years ago." Micky replied.
"How did that turn out?" Wolfgang asked.
"Not too good." Micky admitted, "Turns out the guy was less than honest in his dealings." Micky didn't want to admit he had been kidnapped and forced to work on the racecar. He didn't know the man he was talking to knew all about it.
Wolfgang gave Micky a feral smile, which made Micky uneasy. Micky studied the man's face closely.
"That is too bad." Wolfgang said slowly, stepping away, "But come, I will show you to my boss. He will want to talk to you further."
Wolfgang motioned for Micky to precede him further into the house. Micky silently walked where he was told and soon the two of them were in the back parlor. There was someone sitting on the chair with a book up to his face.
"This man is here for the mechanic's job, Mien Herr." Wolfgang said.
"Mien Herr?" Micky repeated. He knew of only one person who had been called that...
The man in the chair slowly lowered his copy of Mien Kampf, an evil smile on his face.
Micky's mouth dropped open as he recognized the man: Baron Von Klutz!
"Hello, Yankee." Von Klutz said with an evil smile, "We meet again." He put his book on the side table.
"Von Klutz!" Micky exclaimed, "I thought you and Wolfgang were arrested and deported!"
"Oh, we were." Von Klutz said, getting out of his chair, "But as you can see, things have changed."
Micky turned to run, but was met with Wolfgang's gun pointing at his face. Slowly, Micky put his hands up in the air. The Baron quickly frisked Micky for weapons or surveillance bugs. Not finding either, he spun Micky around.
"What a coincidence eh, Wolfgang?" The Baron smirked. "We need a mechanic for our plans and who shows up but the Yankee mechanic once again."
"Ja, Baron." Wolfgang laughed, "Perhaps we can use him again."
"I won't help you." Micky said defiantly.
"I think you will, Yankee." Von Klutz replied. "No games this time. There is a lot more at stake than a car race now. Bring him, Wolfgang."
The Baron turned away and Micky was prodded by Wolfgang's gun to follow. They walked through a kitchen area and then down a flight of steps. At the bottom, there was a short narrow passage, which led to the garage. Baron Von Klutz flipped a switch, which lit up the interior. The garage looked large enough to hold about four cars, but right now, there were only two inside; one was an old Volkswagen and the other was a dark blue racing car. Micky was stunned to see that car; it looked like the Klutzmobile he had been forced to work on before. The Baron noticed the look on Micky's face.
"I see you remember the Klutzmobile, Yankee." He chuckled, "The one you tried to sabotage before."
"How can I forget?" Micky said dryly. That time, Micky and T.N. Crumpets had been kidnapped by Von Klutz and Wolfgang and Micky had been forced to work on his car. He worked on it alright-he purposely dismantled the engine so the Klutzmobile would never race again! But the tricky Baron and his servant stole the engine from T.N. Crumpets' car and placed it inside the Klutzmobile. Now it looked like the Baron was up to his evil racecar driving ways again.
"I haven't forgotten either." Von Klutz said, leaning against his racecar and folding his arms. "I haven't forgotten how you and your friends prevented my Klutzmobile from being the greatest car in the world!"
"You tried to be the greatest by sabotage, kidnapping and attempting murder!" Micky retorted, "And it looks like you haven't learned."
Baron Von Klutz just shook his head. "Stupid Yankee, I have learned! I've learned to put my talents to better use. Now, Wolfgang and I no longer work at just racing cars, this is just a cover now for much better things."
"What better things?" Micky asked.
"That is not your concern, American." Von Klutz snapped, "What is important is that you will now help us achieve our plans by working on the Klutzmobile once again!"
"After what I did last time?" Micky replied.
"Especially after what you did last time." The Baron said evilly, "This will be your chance to make up for your errors...or else."
Micky thought back to the last time he and the Baron had a similar conversation. When the ex-Nazi had threatened him with physical torture, Micky had caved in. Now Micky vowed to himself not be fooled by this buffoon and his lame-brained assistant.
"Brainwashing, starvation, solitary confinement, there's nothing you can do to make me help you with your plan!" Micky told the Baron with a smirk on his face.
"What about physical torture?" The Baron asked.
"What about it?" Micky replied, "I doubt you and sauerkraut-for- brains here has the nerve."
Wolfgang responded by clubbing Micky across the back of his head with his gun. Stunned, Micky dropped to his knees.
The Baron grabbed Micky by the collar of his shirt and pulled him to his feet.
"I see you've grown a spine since we last met." He snarled. "Too bad you didn't grow brains as well."
Wolfgang grabbed Micky's arms and dragged him over to a rickety metal chair. When Micky had been forced to sit down, he suddenly shot forward, tackling the Baron and knocking them both to the ground. But Von Klutz was stronger than he looked and grappled with Micky, preventing him from getting away. Wolfgang stood there indecisively, watching his boss and the Yankee wrestle on the ground. He didn't want to fire his gun and accidentally hit the Baron, so finally he decided to club the Yankee with his gun once again, which he did. Micky fell limp against Von Klutz, unconscious. The Baron angrily pushed Micky off him and stood up.
"Took you long enough, dummkopf!" Von Klutz said angrily. "My best suit is ruined!" He finished, indicating the dirt and oil stains on his jacket.
"Sorry, Mien Herr." Wolfgang apologized.
"Chain him up while I change clothing." The Baron said, "We must convince him to help us. Time is running short."
"Jahvohl, Mien Herr." Wolfgang said with a salute.
Baron Von Klutz walked out of the garage while Wolfgang picked Micky up off the floor.