Tears fell down Peter's face as he realized he and his friends were being kidnapped once again. The other three Monkees looked at each other sadly, as they were being taken away from all they knew.
Their only hope is that someone would see the Monkeemobile abandoned and ask questions. The gypsies had breakfast while their hungry captives watched. When the caravan was on the open road again, Maria felt it safe to un-gag her captives. They looked up at her, still with some defiance.
"Have a nice sleep, little fools?" She asked.
Several nasty retorts formed on the Monkees' lips, but remembering what happened last night, they stayed silent. Maria smiled at this. They were already learning.
"Can we have something to eat?" Peter asked quietly. Marco cuffed Peter at that. "You say `May we please have something to eat?' to us!" He said angrily, "It is ALWAYS `May we please'!"
"May we please have something to eat?" Peter said respectfully.
"Very well." Maria replied with a smile. She turned to her niece. "Untie their hands only and give them our leftover breakfast."
"Yes, Aunt Maria." Tanya replied.
Under the watchful eye of the other gypsies, Tanya untied the Monkees' hands and gave them whatever was left of breakfast. It wasn't much; some cold pieces of toast and jam, but the Monkees were glad to have something to fill their stomachs. When they were done, Maria untied Micky's ankles.
"Get up and clean the table-now." Maria commanded him.
Slowly, painfully, Micky climbed to his feet, but it wasn't fast enough to please the gypsies. Zeppo shoved Micky against the table.
"Get moving." Zeppo growled.
Micky responded by kicking Zeppo in the shins and running over to one of the windows. He opened it up and began to wave and yell at the cars driving alongside the trailers.
"Help! Somebody help!" Micky shouted, hoping to get the attention of a passing car. A car was next to their trailer, but the car's windows were closed and the driver was fiddling with the radio.
Strong hands grabbed Micky and pulled him back from the window.
Micky was thrown to the floor of the trailer by Marco and Kiko while Maria looked out to see if Micky had been spotted.
She sighed with relief when the car next to their trailer turned off at the next exit, the driver still trying to find the radio station he wanted.
Meanwhile, Marco, Kiko and Zeppo were kicking and hitting Micky, while Rocco kept the other three Monkees at bay with his knife.
Maria turned from the window and at her sons.
"That's enough." She said with disgust. Maria looked at Micky, who was moaning in pain on the floor.
"Very brave but foolish of you. Still, you must be punished. Marco, bring the chains you `borrowed' from the storage tent."
Marco went into another part of the trailer while his brothers re- tied the other Monkees' hands. Soon Marco brought back lengths of chain that were used to lift equipment.
"What are you going to do to him?" Davy asked fearfully.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Marco said evilly. Micky was dragged to a small room in the back of the trailer where the gypsies kept their instruments, stage clothes and objects they had stolen. There were no windows to see out of or bring light.
Maria flipped on the ceiling light powered by their generator. "This will be quite nice, don`t you think, my sons?" Maria asked.
"Oh yes, Mama." Kiko replied with a laugh. "Let me get it ready!"
Kiko pushed out several of the false ceiling tiles to reveal the metal struts supporting the roof.
Micky was forced to his knees. His hands were chained together in front of him and then his arms were raised above his head. The loose end of the chain was thrown over one of the ceiling struts, pulled taut and locked in place. Micky's ankles were then chained together and around a heavy box so Micky couldn't stand up. With a wide smile, Maria shoved a gag in Micky's mouth and tied it into place. Finally, the gypsies stood back to admire what they had done. Micky was completely helpless as he knelt there in the room.
He pulled on his chains and tried to stand up, but got nowhere. Micky couldn't even lower himself down to give his knees a rest.
Maria grabbed a handful of Micky's hair and forced him to look at her.
"Because of your disobedience, this is how you will stay until tonight. Nothing to eat or drink for you…or for your friends." Maria chuckled as she released Micky's hair and walked out of the room, followed by her sons. Zeppo was the last one out. He gave a contemptuous laugh and turned out the light and closed the door, leaving Micky in total darkness.
Micky pulled on his chains again. Finally realizing that he couldn't get free, a wave of despair came over him.
The hot poker, the whipping and now this became too much and he began to cry; and there was no one to comfort him.
Maria and her sons walked back over to the other three Monkees.
They looked back at her with a mixture of fear and anger. Maria turned to her sons.
"Untie these two." She said, indicating Mike and Peter.
Marco and Zeppo did as they were told, quickly untying Mike and Peter's wrists and ankles. Kiko came back with two odd-looking guitars.
"It is time for your music lessons." Maria told them.
"Music lessons?" Mike asked.
"But of course!" Maria exclaimed, "You will no longer play that rock and roll music, you will now play gypsy music!"
"You will now be part of our group!" Rocco continued, "You boys will be on stage with us and play our songs now!"
Mike and Peter looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Kiko shoved the two gypsy guitars, called Balalaikas, into their hands, and then sat down on the couch in front of them.
"Pay attention!" He ordered, picking up another guitar. "I will teach you what songs you will play."
So Mike and Peter followed Kiko's playing as best as they could, but with their backs still sore and their stomachs growling, they found it hard to concentrate. Kiko cuffed them across the head every time they made a mistake and shouted abuse at them. Mike wanted to tear Kiko apart, but managed to control his temper. He had no idea what the gypsies had done with Micky, and he wanted to stay strong enough to escape when the time came.
"Kiko." Davy said, "What will my job be?"
"Your job will be to stand on the stage and bang your tambourine and look cute, like you did before." Maria said as she came into the room. She smiled, and pinched Davy's cheek. Kiko and Rocco laughed at that as Davy's face turned red with anger.