Max was taking a shower at a Washington DC hotel, one morning. He was there on a mission. He sang to himself, as he often did while showering.
Unbeknownst to him, a woman was running down the hallway of the hotel floor. She wore a black dress and had black hair and East European features. Seeing Max's door, she took a pickpocket tool out. She used it to open the door and let herself in.
Listening to the shower and his singing, she went into the bathroom. She slipped her shoes off and put them into a pocket in her dress. Then she got into the shower with him!
"If you're the maid, I don't need anything right now, thank you!," he said.
"You've got to help me," she answered, fear in her voice.
"Help you?"
"You are Maxwell Smart, aren't you?"
"It depends."
"I'm Magdalena Engel."
This shocked him. "You're a KAOS agent!"
"That's why I've come to you. I wish to defect."
"Well, you've picked an interesting way to do it!"
"I have information I think will be vital to CONTROL. KAOS knows about this, and they've sent two killers after me."
At that moment, Max's hotel door opened again.
"They're here now!," she whispered.
"Leave this to me," he whispered back. He closed the shower curtains and began singing again.
Two men had come into the room. Hearing Max in the shower, they went into the bathroom.
"I know you're in their, Maxwell Smart," one of them said. "I'd like to talk with you."
He stuck his head out of the curtains. "Can it wait until I finish my shower?"
"We have reason to believe that a girl has just entered your room."
A shocked expression came to his face. "I'm a married man! I would never do that!"
"So, no girl came into your room?"
"Never!"
He nodded. "All right."
They started to leave. Suddenly, the first man quickly pulled the curtain back.
Magdalena was standing at Max's side. She was, by now, completely soaked!
Both men smiled. The second man pulled out a gun.
"We have no beef against you, Smart; it's the girl we need," said the first man. "Come on out, Magdalena. The boss wants to speak with you!"
Max picked up a bar of soap. "Not on my life!"
The two men laughed. "Do you intend to lather us to death?," said the first.
Max shot twice, killing the two men!
Magdalena looked at him with shock.
"The old Gun-Shaped-Like-a-Bar-of-Soap Trick!"
"Oh, Max! Thank you so much!"
"No problem, Magdalena." He turned of the water. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, I think so. A little wet!"
"Yes, you look it!" He looked at himself—and brought his hands down! "I need some clothes!"
"Here, Max."
She gave him a towel, and one for herself. He immediately put his around himself. "Sorry about that, Magdalena!"
"I'll change here. You can change in the bedroom."
"All right. I can give you some of my clothes. I'm afraid I don't have any dresses!"
"That's OK, Max."
He went out to the bedroom and quickly changed. She stripped down to her underclothes.
Dressed, he went to the bathroom door and knocked. She opened it, and he gave her a shirt and pair of pants.
"Thanks, Max. But what do we do with those two?"
"Don't worry about them!"
He picked up his shoe phone and made a call:
"Hi, Chief, this is Max. I have two bodies in this room I need removing. . . Yes, they went after me. Fortunately, my soap-gun came in handy!. . . Thanks. Oh, and I have a lady I'd like you to meet, as well!"