When Davy and Wolfgang came home, Wolfgang told his boss all that had happened. Davy wished he could tell his band mates about his conversation with Jeremy but they were watched at all times. That night, Micky, Mike and Peter were each chained up inside a roll of tires. Davy, however, was taken to a bedroom to sleep.
"I want you to have a good night's sleep, English." Von Klutz said with an evil smile. "There is a lot depending on you."
Wolfgang came into the bedroom now and chained Davy's ankle to the bedpost. When he was done, the two spies walked out of the room.
As he exited, Von Klutz turned to Davy.
"Pleasant dreams, boy." He chuckled as he shut off the light.
~~~~~~~~~
Early the next morning, Davy was unchained and let out of his room. The other three Monkees were also unchained from the tires and brought into the kitchen. To their surprise, there was a warm breakfast of pancakes waiting for them. It was served, however, on paper plates and plastic forks.
"Guten Morgan, English." Von Klutz said to Davy. "I trust you slept well?"
Actually, Davy tossed and turned all night, worried about what would happen today, but put on a smile for his captor.
"Yes, I slept quite well." He replied, then looked at the food, "Why the sudden kindness?"
"We want you to have a good breakfast so you can concentrate on the race today." Von Klutz said, "And we decided to be kind and feed your friends too."
"How nice." Micky muttered.
If Von Klutz heard Micky, he gave no indication. "Now all of you eat up. You'll notice you're eating from paper plates and using plastic forks. That's so we don't have any desperate attempts at escape." He chuckled.
None of the Monkees, especially Davy, had an appetite, but ate what they had been given. When they were done, Von Klutz took Mike, Peter and Micky down to the garage. Wolfgang took Davy to another room and a few minutes later, the two of them joined the others.
Davy was wearing a dark blue one-piece fire-proof jumpsuit and carried a white helmet under his arm. The jumpsuit was a little big on him, but there was no time for alterations. Von Klutz in the meantime had given Mike and Peter light brown coveralls to wear over their clothing.
"Ah very good!" Von Klutz exclaimed, walking around Davy. "He is all ready, Wolfgang?"
"Ja, Mein Herr." Wolfgang replied. "His friends look the part as well."
"Yes they are." Von Klutz said with a satisfied smile. "Now, all of you put on your badges."
Mike, Peter, Davy and Wolfgang put on the ID badges Wolfgang and Davy had received yesterday. That done, the former Baron turned to Wolfgang.
"I wish you success, Wolfgang." He said, shaking his hand. "Much is riding on this race."
"Thank you Mein Herr." Wolfgang replied, "I will not let you down."
Von Klutz turned to Mike, Peter and Davy. "You three will behave, will you not?" He said menacingly.
The three Monkees nodded. Von Klutz walked over to Davy and put a hand on his shoulder.
"I especially wish you the best of luck, English." He said, "Your fuzzy-haired friend's life depends on it."
"What happens if I do win?" Davy demanded, "Will you let us go, or kill us anyway?"
"After the race, I will have no more need for the four of you." Von Klutz replied, "So you will be free."
None of the Monkees believed that. Not one word of it. Von Klutz clapped his hands together.
"Now, off you four go to victory!" He said happily.
Mike, Peter and Davy turned and shook hands with Micky.
"We'll see you later, Micky." Davy said, looking his friend in the eye, giving him a slight wink.
"See you guys later." Micky said quietly.
The three Monkees and Wolfgang climbed into the car. Keeping his gun trained on Micky, Von Klutz opened up the garage door. Wolfgang started the car and put it into gear. With a happy wave, he drove the car out of the garage and down the street.
Sighing, Von Klutz closed the garage door and pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket. Micky held his hands out and the spy snapped them around his wrists.
"What happens now, Mein Herr?" Micky said with contempt.
"Now, we go into the living room and watch the race." Von Klutz replied, motioning with his gun.
The two men went back into the house and over to the living room, where Von Klutz shoved Micky into one of the armchairs facing the TV. Von Klutz sat in the armchair next to him and with the remote turned the TV on. As they watched the announcers talking about the race, Micky looked over at his captor.
"Tell me something, Von Klutz." He said, "What will you get out of this besides revenge?"
"Revenge is its own reward, Yankee." Von Klutz replied with an evil smile, "But what happens today will be much better than that."
"You said that before." Micky snapped back. "What will be better?"
Von Klutz picked up the morning newspaper from the end table next to his chair. He turned to the sports section and showed it to Micky.
The headline was about the big race being held today.
"What about it?" Micky asked.
"Read the smaller print under the headline."
"Race to be viewed by West German Chancellor Boris Jaeger." Micky read.
Von Klutz tossed the paper aside. "Chancellor Jaeger is a big racing fan." He said with an evil smile. "I have no doubt he will come down and congratulate the winner of this race like his has done many times before."
"You want Davy to win so Jaeger will come and congratulate him." Micky said slowly. "Why?"
Von Klutz gave Micky a wide grin. "This is the best part. Remember that little box you noticed on the engine?"
Micky nodded, a cold pit forming in his stomach. "You said it was a secret weapon to help you win."
"Not quite. It is really a bomb."
"What?" Micky exclaimed, not believing his ears.
"When Wolfgang and your friends reach the speedway, Wolfgang will arm it." Von Klutz said, his voice rising in excitement. "When Davy starts the car, the timer will be activated. Ten minutes after Davy shuts the engine off in the winner's circle, plenty of time for Herr Jaeger and his party to come over, the bomb will go off, killing him, his ministers and last and least, your interfering friends!"