Davy stared at Von Klutz. Drive for this maniac? "Wrong on both counts, Klutz!" He retorted.
Von Klutz merely smiled and looked at Wolfgang. "Take these two..." He said, indicating Mike and Peter, "over to the workbench. We have some very nice tools to show them."
Wolfgang motioned for Mike and Peter to get up and walk over to the large workbench sitting against one side of the wall.
At the end of the workbench was a vise used to hold large heavy car parts so they can be worked on. Wolfgang picked up the chain used on Micky and quickly chained Mike and Peter's hands to the inside of the vise.
Von Klutz looked back at Micky and Davy.
"So, can I count on your cooperation in my certain victory at the International Speed Championship?"
Both Monkees shook their heads. "No, never." Davy replied.
Von Klutz nodded to Wolfgang. His henchman pulled down on a switch and the vise began to close on Mike and Peter's hands. They tried to pull their hands away, but the chains kept them in place.
"That vise can exert thousands of pounds of pressure." Von Klutz stated, a smile spreading across his face. "It can also hold the heaviest engine part in place. Think of what it can do to your friends' hands."
"You can't do that!" Micky cried, "They're musicians, guitarists! They need their hands!"
Von Klutz said nothing, just kept smiling at Micky. The vise kept closing down on Mike and Peter's hands.
"Don't give in, either of you!" Mike said sternly. "Whatever these goons have in mind it can't be good!"
The vise was now touching the tops of their hands.
Peter started to cry, while desperately trying to pull his hands away.
"Well, young fools?" Von Klutz asked.
Micky and Davy looked at each other in despair. The vise was now starting to squeeze Mike and Peter's hands. Peter began to squeal in pain, along with Mike.
"Only a few seconds to decide." Von Klutz said.
"Ok, I'll cooperate!" Davy yelled, "Stop the vise!"
"Me too!" Micky said, "I'll do what you want! Just stop torturing them!"
Von Klutz nodded at Wolfgang and he pulled the switch back up. The vise slowly rose away. Mike and Peter breathed a sigh of relief. They curled and uncurled their fingers.
"A very wise decision." Von Klutz said with a smug smile, "Very wise indeed. Just remember, any disobedience, any attempt at sabotage, and your two friends will be put under the vise again-and their fingers will not be spared."
Micky and Davy nodded, defeated.
Mike and Peter were unchained and pushed back over to the other two Monkees. Then Mike, Peter and Davy were forced to sit with their backs to each other and chained together. Micky was allowed to put his shirt back on and given something to eat and drink. After that, he began to help the two Germans get the `Super-mobile' ready for the race.
They gave the car a thorough going over; changing the spark plugs, oil and transmission fluid. They checked the air pressure in the tires and made sure all the hoses were tight. Micky noticed a black box attached to the engine and asked Von Klutz what it was.
"Ah, that is my secret weapon which will win the race for me!" Von Klutz smiled.
"What does it do?" Micky asked.
"That does not concern you, Yankee." Von Klutz snapped, "Is the car ready?"
"Yes, it's ready." Micky said, looking at the floor.
"Then you won't object to your little friend and I taking it for a spin?"
"No, go ahead, it will work fine." Micky replied.
So Davy was unchained and Micky was put in his place. As Davy and Von Klutz climbed into the car, the former Baron looked at his henchman.
"If we are not back in one hour, or if any police show up, shoot them."
"Jahvohl, Mein Herr." Wolfgang replied.
Davy started the car and Wolfgang opened the garage door. Putting the car in gear, Davy drove the car out of the garage and down the street. Wolfgang waved goodbye and closed the garage door.
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About forty-five minutes later, Davy and Von Klutz returned. The East German spy jumped out of the car with joy.
"How is the car, Mein Herr?" Wolfgang asked anxiously.
"Ah, Wolfgang!" Von Klutz cried, "The car runs beautifully! We are sure to win the big race in two days!"
"Vunderbar!" Wolfgang shouted.
The two spies embraced happily. Davy got out of the car slowly, his head down. He walked over to his friends, still sitting chained on the floor.
"I'm sorry, fellas." He said quietly, "I had to do it."
"Don't blame yourself, Davy." Micky replied, "I'm the one who helped get the car ready."
"We'll get out of this." Mike said, "Klutzy and his goon are bound to make a mistake sometime."
The other three nodded, hoping Mike was right.