Meanwhile, Achroma had returned to her castle with Mike. It was located on a very steep hill in what appeared to be a desolate wasteland. Everything about it was gray. Once Achroma landed her saucer, she practically dragged Mike into the castle, and through a door, which looked a lot like a mad scientist's laboratory. She pushed Mike against a table, and snapped her fingers, which strapped the Texan Monkee to it. Then, she pushed a button on a large console, and the table began to shift into a reclining position. Then she placed a headband of some kind on Mike's head, and began to attach wires to it, which were also hooked up to the console. She also placed some kind of tube on the end of Mike's right index finger.
"It's gonna be a hot time in the old town tonight!" she shouted, and she pulled a switch.
Electricity began to build up, and they started charging through Mike. The Texan Monkee screamed (though it was muffled because of the strap over his mouth). A glowing green substance began to flow from his finger through the tube, and into a glass container on the machine.
"That's your magic," Achroma explained. "And pretty soon, it will be my magic! The process will take some time to complete, but I'm not worried. No one will save you!"
Achroma cackled madly. Mike rolled his eyes, groaned, and tried desperately to get loose. It was about all he could do.
Back at the Monkees Pad, Davy was on the phone with Mike's aunt Kate, getting the information he and the others needed about Achroma.
"So 'ow do we get to this castle of 'ers?" he asked. "There's a book that 'as a map in it? What's it called? Oh good, I think Mike does 'ave that one! Okay. Great, thanks. Bye."
"Well?" Micky asked, as Davy hung up.
"She doesn't know where to find this castle of Achroma's off 'and," Davy said. "But she said we could find a map that will lead us to it in a book called Evil Witches and Warlocks Who's Who."
"Here it is!" Peter shouted, picking up a book from the shelf. "Mike was reading this recently."
"Let's go to the index," Davy said, taking the book. He turned to the index, and began looking for the information he wanted. Once he found Achroma's name listed, he turned to the page he wanted, and found the map.
"'Ere it is!" he shouted, tearing it out of the book. "And we're in luck! There's a set of abandoned train tracks that will lead us right to 'er castle! All we 'ave to do is follow them!"
"Well then, let's go!" Micky shouted.
The quartet raced out to the Monkee Mobile, piled in, and took of. They found the train tracks, but there was no way they'd be able to drive the Monkee Mobile any further to follow them.
"Guess we'll have to go on foot," Micky said.
"But that'll take forever," Franky said.
"Yeah, and walking the rails isn't really my bag," Davy said.
"Wait a minute!" Peter shouted. "Look over there!"
The group looked toward Peter was pointing, and saw an old handcar sitting on the tracks. It looked like it hadn't been used in at least twenty years.
"Hey, groovy!" Micky shouted.
"Does it work?" Davy asked.
"It's going to have to," Micky said, climbing on. "Come on, you guys. What are you waiting for?"
"Let's go!" Davy said.
The foursome climbed on the cart, and Micky and Peter took their stations at the handles, and began pumping. There was an awful screech as they did, due to the years of neglect, and they started out slowly, but they soon started picking up speed after a few pumps.
"Now we're getting somewhere!" Micky shouted.
"Full speed ahead!" Franky shouted.
There wasn't much to go on in looking for the castle. All the boys knew it was on top of a steep hill, and it was along the train tracks, but they weren't sure where. Finally, Davy spotted something.
"Stop the cah!" he shouted. "We've found the 'ill!"
"Where is it?" Peter asked, looking around.
"Look up," Davy said.
"Way up," Franky replied.
Peter and Micky looked up. Sure enough, there was the castle, on the highest cliff they had ever seen in their entire lives.
"That's it all right," Micky said. "Well, according to the description Mike's aunt gave us. Everybody out!"
The boys climbed off of the handcar and looked up at the castle, wondering how in the world were they going to get up there.
"Anybody got any ideas?" Peter asked.
"We only have one choice," Micky said. "We have to climb this thing."
"How?" Franky asked. "It's way too steep!"
"We'll nevah be able to get up there without falling, Micky," Davy said.
"But it's the only way to get up there," Micky said. "If only we had some rope."
"Where ah we going to get rope?" Davy asked.
The boys began looking around, trying to figure out where they could find some rope, or a vine. Peter spotted an abandoned shack in the distance. He walked up to it, opened the door, and peered inside. In the corner of the room, she saw pile of rope.
"Hey, fellas!" he called. "I found some rope!"
"Great!" Micky shouted. "Now we can get to work climbing it! Everybody tie the rope around your waist. That way, we can all stick together."
The boys tied the rope to their waists, and Micky started up the cliff, with Peter behind him, followed by Davy, then Franky.
"Whatever you do, don't look down!" Micky warned. "It's a long way down!"
"That's one trip I'd like to skip," Davy said, keeping his eyes glued to the top of the cliff.
"Rock climbing isn't so hard," Peter said. "It's kind of fun."
"Speak for yourself, Uncle Peter," Franky said. "One false step, and it's pancake city!"
"Try not to think about it, Franky," Micky said. "The world's at risk! They'll be no more color if we give up."
"Yeah," Peter replied. "Life will look like a rerun of Leave It to Beaver or I Love Lucy or Mr. Ed or Donna Reed or The Patty Duke Show or The Addams Family, or The Dick Van Dyke Show, or . . . ."
"We get the point, Petah!" Davy shouted.
As the boys were climbing, they were being watched. One of Achroma's birds was sitting on a tree branch, and then he flew into the air, and through one of the windows. Achroma was playing around with switches and things. Mike was ready to drop. Achroma merely laughed.
"Getting tired already?" she asked. "Heh, heh. The fun has just begun!"
Suddenly, her blackbird squawked, and flew into the room. He landed on his perch and turned to his mistress.
"Trespassers!" he shouted. "Climbing up the side of the mountain! Awk!"
"Trespassers, huh?" Achroma asked. "Well, take the squad and get rid of them. I don't want any interruptions."
"Gotcha. Awk!"
And with a flap of the wing, the bird was off.