The trees began to thin out a bit as the Monkees made their way north. The land started to slope up as they climbed a tall hill. When they reached the summit, the four men cautiously pushed away the vegetation to find themselves at the ridge of a hill which gave them a beautiful view of the northern part of the island.
"Wow." Peter said in awe.
Any other time, they would've stopped to enjoy the view, but now they had to keep moving. The slight sound of dogs barking could be heard once again, and the Monkees moved on.
In front of them, the land sloped down once again and ended at a large canyon, which split Boring Boring almost in two. On the other side of the canyon was the volcano that had caused the resort to close. Suddenly, there was a slight rumble. The Monkees stopped to look at the source of the sound. As they watched, steam began to rise from the top of the volcano.
"Looks like this volcano is becoming active too, just like Crackatoe." Davy said frowning, "Just what we needed."
"Where do we cross?" Mike asked, putting the matter aside.
"Over there." Micky said, pointing to a rope bridge that stretched across the canyon.
Without a word, the four men started to move toward it.
"Wait, we can't cross that bridge." Davy exclaimed, coming to a halt, "There's no telling what that fiend did to it."
"We don't have a choice, Davy." Peter replied, "I don't see any other way across or around."
As the Monkees walked closer to the beginning of the bridge, a shot rang out. Looking behind them, they could see their pursuers, with their dogs and holding high-powered rifles, standing at the top of the ridge. The men on the ridge waved...then another shot rang out, this one hitting the wooden post holding up the left side of the bridge on their side.
The Monkees ducked behind the post as another shot stripped the wood from it.
"They're playing with us." Mike said, a catch in his voice, "Showing they could shoot us at any time."
"We're safe as long as we stay behind this post." Micky said as another shot hit the post, but unknown to anyone, it also damaged the bridge support rope that was tied around it.
At the top of the ridge, John's walkie-talkie came to life again.
"Quit fooling around out there!" Captain Crocodile's voice shouted, "Force them over that bridge! Now!"
"Yes sir." John replied, keeping the annoyance out of his voice. He motioned to the other men and they all began down the hill toward the bridge.
Down below, the Monkees saw the men coming toward them.
"We gotta move now!" Davy shouted.
"We can't!" Peter shouted back, putting his fingers to his lips, "If we leave here we'll be shot!"
"If we don't, those blighters will still shoot us!" Davy came back.
"Davy's right, let's go!" Mike said. "But keep low!"
Just then, another shot slammed into the wooden post, fraying the support rope further. The Monkees ran across the bridge bent over, their arms over their heads.
In his control room, Captain Crocodile gleefully watched what the Monkees were doing.
"I wonder if any of you boys can swim?" He asked slowly. The Captain reached out to one of the buttons on the control panel, hovering his hand over it.
Meanwhile, the Monkees were running as fast as possible across the bridge. Suddenly, Micky's foot went through one of the wooden slats. He managed to grab the rope railing just in time. Behind them, the men and their dogs were arriving at the beginning of the bridge.
With a maniacal laugh, Captain Crocodile slammed his hand down on the button.
On the bridge, there was an explosion, and the left wooden support post on the far side of the bridge (the side the Monkees were running toward) was destroyed! The bridge tilted dangerously on that side and the Monkees grabbed onto the right side rope railing to prevent themselves from falling. Davy's hat went flying away over the side, as the four men held onto the bridge, paralyzed with fear.
"Go get them!" Captain Crocodile shouted over John's walkie-talkie.
Without responding, John and his men began to slowly walk across the bridge.