Napoleon and Illya stood, facing each other.

"Ready when you are IK," Solo winked.

The Russian flashed his partner an unhappy look, but nodded in agreement.

As if on cue they reached out. slapping their hands together, gaining their captor's full attention.

They spoke in unison,"Patty cake patty cake, baker's man, bake me a cake as fast as you... Wham!"

Solo and Kuryakin interrupted the child's rhyme with a swing at their guards, taking them completely by surprise and knocking the Thrushmen out cold.

The agents had engaged in a rather silly self defense technique they'd seen in a film they'd recently watched. It starred the team of Bob Hope and Bing Crosby.

As they exited the room in which they were being held Napoleon remarked to his partner.

"Aren't you glad I made you go with me to watch 'The Road to Zanzibar' at the Bijou last week?"

"I suppose for once something from a silly film came in handy, even though it was childish humor" Illya shrugged, "but lucky our feathered friends did not say that. I read the routine has been featured in a number of Mr. Crosby and Mr. Hope's films, so it is lucky we are in Zanzibar instead of New York."

"Why do you say that?"

"I am sure they are aware of this pattycake thing in Brooklyn, then again if they had seen the film here then we might not have been unsuccessful in our use of that routine . Wait, are we now on the road to Morocco? Dorothy Lamour is quite attractive for an actress, do you not think?"

"Morocco? Illya we're in Zanzibar... why would you presume the film would be seen here, just because we're in Zanzibar?" Solo mumbled as shook his head. "You know sometimes your logic eludes me tovarisch.

"I know," Illya flashed an impish smile along with a flick of his eyebrows. "Did you know that total permanent water hardness expressed as equivalent of CaCO3 can be calculated with this formula (CaCO3) = 2.5(Ca2+) + 4.1(Mg2+)?"

Napoleon cringed, and ignored the fact that his partner had just spouted the formula for hard water. It seemed Illya's brain was springing a leak.

Together they escaped from the satrapy in which they were being held, without further incident or discussion.

Solo thought it better to not try and figure out his partner's way of thinking right now, as it was becoming too jumbled. All would be made right once they arrived at headquarters in Paris.

The information that had been forced into that thick Russian skull was apparently jumbling up Kuryakin's mind.

He'd received quite a jolt of electricity and information when he was connected to the THRUSH device that treated Illya's head like a living mainframe computer.

At the moment Illya was a walking database and it needed to be downloaded as soon as possible before it drove the man mad.

While skulking along the narrow alleys of the city, Illya began reciting words according to the alphabet...the Russian alphabet. " Atom, baton, varezhki, grusha, dynya, klubnika ...hey, K that is for Kuryakin." He grinned as if he'd just had an epiphany.

"Oh boy," Napoleon blurted out. This was going to an interesting challenge. He listened as Illya continued to recite his ABC's but this time in Japanese.

First they'd have to hop a boat to get to the mainland and from there board a flight to Paris. Once on the plane he'd hit his partner with a sleep dart. It was for the best as who knew what would come out of the Russian's mouth next.

No doubt Illya would forgive him for doing so...eventually.