Micky woke up to a throbbing head, chained to a chair and unable to move or see. He shook his head trying to knock the blindfold off but had no success. When he squirmed, Micky felt that his shirt was open and something was taped to his chest. It was very quiet around him. Micky couldn't hear anybody else in the room with him. He had no idea if he was still in Von Klutz's garage or how long he had been out.
"Hey, Von Klutz! Where are you!" Micky shouted, "I'm not going to help you, no matter what!"
Nobody answered him. Wherever he was, he seemed to be alone.
"Oh, man." Micky breathed, "How do I get into such things?" He continued to try and free himself.
"Hello, Yankee!" Von Klutz shouted in his ear. "Are you comfortable?"
Micky almost jumped out of his skin, which is what the Baron and his crony wanted; to keep Micky off-balance.
"Let me go, you Nazi scum!" Micky shouted.
"I'd be careful if I were you, Yankee," Von Klutz replied, grabbing a handful of Micky's hair and pulling his head back. "Your situation is precarious at best."
"I told you before, I won't help you." Micky snarled.
Von Klutz let go of Micky's head, then suddenly Micky felt a jolt of electricity come through the patch on his chest and the chair travel through his body. Micky groaned in pain.
"Wondering what's going on?" Von Klutz asked, "Attached to your chest is a wire which is attached to a car battery. There is another wire attached to the metal chair you are chained to. All I have to do is nod to Wolfgang as such?" Von Klutz nodded his head, even though Micky couldn't see the action, "And a large jolt of electricity flows into your body."
This time Wolfgang kept his end of the wire attached to battery a little longer and Micky screamed in pain. The evil Baron nodded at Wolfgang again and Wolfgang disconnected his end of the wire from the battery.
"Let's try some easier questions." Von Klutz said, "Are you still with your three comrades? Especially that little Britisher?"
"No, we had a fight and I moved on." Micky lied, trying to protect his friends. "Still got your dim-witted lackey, I see."
"Wolfgang had been beside me through thick and thin, Yankee!" The Baron shouted, cuffing Micky's head, "More than I can say for your friends." He got his temper under control."Now, will you help me?" Von Klutz asked.
"No." Micky whispered.
The Baron nodded to Wolfgang and Micky screamed as the electricity flowed through his body. After several seconds, Von Klutz nodded for Wolfgang to stop. Micky hung limp from his chair, unable to raise his head. Von Klutz grabbed Micky by the hair and pulled his head up. Then he removed the blindfold and glared in Micky's face.
"What do you say now, stupid American?"
Micky looked at Von Klutz for a few seconds then spat in his face.
Incensed, the Baron punched Micky in the face and nodded to Wolfgang once again.
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Meanwhile, Mike, Peter and Davy came home after another long day at the Burger Barn. Mike turned the knob of the front door and was surprised when he found the door locked. Usually, Micky had the front door unlocked for them. Mike knocked on the door.
"Hey Micky, we're home!" He shouted. "Open up!"
The three Monkees waited for several seconds but Micky didn't open the door. Frowning, Mike pulled the key out of his pocket and opened the door. He and the other two stepped inside the house. Micky was nowhere around.
"Micky!" Davy called out. "Where are you, mate?" He shut the door behind him.
While Peter and Davy checked out their downstairs bedroom, Mike climbed the hurricane steps and went into the bedroom he shared with Micky. Both rooms were empty. Peter and Davy dropped their uniforms on their beds and went back out into the kitchen. Mike was slowly coming back down the hurricane steps and joined them.
"No sign of Micky." Peter said, "This isn't like him at all."
"The kitchen is clean, and there's no supper ready." Davy remarked.
"He didn't leave a note, either." Mike said, looking at the newspaper lying open on the table. "He must've left in a big hurry."
"I guess so." Peter said, picking up the paper, then stopped as he noticed the hole. "Hey look at this."
"What, Peter?" Davy asked.
Peter held up the paper and looked at his two friends through the hole Micky had ripped out.
"We have mice."
"No, Peter." Mike said patiently, taking the paper from him "Looks like Micky tore out an ad in the Help Wanted section."
"So he must've gone to an interview." Davy finished.
"That must be it." Mike replied, "Mystery solved. It probably just took longer than he thought. But I'll tell him he better leave a note next time."
"He'll probably call now since he knows we're home." Peter said, pointing at the clock.
So the three Monkees heated up some leftover turkey and had that for supper while they waited for Micky either to call or come back home.
Micky did neither.