1967 somewhere in Nevada

The lair is 1960s high tech. A huge over sized conference table with six scary looking evil associates, including a Latin American Revolutionary in a field jacket and turtle neck, twin Nordic doctors and a meter maid. A ring with Angelus' insignia on it. The ringed hand is stroking a brown fluffy cat. Angelus' face always unseen.

"Gentlemen, are we all here? Good. As you know, my plot to high jack nuclear weapons and hold the world hostage has failed. Again. This organization will not tolerate failure."

He presses a button. The Revolutionary, the twin Nordic doctors and meter maid's chairs tip back and fall into a pit. Their chairs return empty and smoking.

"Ford…"

Ford an Arab with a red fez.

"Darla…"

Darla in a severe Salvation Army uniform.

"I spared your lives because I need you to help me rid the world of the only man who can stop me now. We must go to London. I've set a trap for William Pratt!"

A pair of Beatle boots and peg top crashed velvet pants walking down the street in rhythm a la Saturday Night Fever. William Pratt, International Man of Mystery. He's a swinger with blond hair and he wears National Health Servers glasses. William walks along Carnaby Street taking photographs. It is that perpetual bright sunny day you see in sixties movies. William, bursting with live, gives a two handed handshake to a Mod Freak, who's just gotten off a red double decker bus. William salutes a strolling Bobby, then comes across two beautiful Mod girls who are excited to see him. They all start to twist to the music, including the Bobby.

In the middle of the street. Three models wait impatiently to be photographed in a makeshift photo shoot area. One wears a short skirted stewardess outfit. One wears a metallic silver pantsuit with matching cowl. The other wears a see through Mary Quant dress. William taking photos.

"Alright, luv! Love it! Turn…pout for me baby. Smashing!"

William has very bad teeth that look like fangs. The model in the stewardess outfit crawls on all fours.

"Crazy baby. Give me some shoulder. Yes! Yes! Yes! No. No. Show me love. Yes! And…done. Here you go, luv. I'm spent."

William throws the camera in the air behind him. An assistant scrambles and catches it before it hits the ground.

"Get these to Fap Magazine right away."

"William, you've really out done yourself this time."

"Thanks, baby."

Super model 2 suggestively.

"We could have another photo session back at my flat."

William coyly.

"Oh, behave!"

"William, I love you!"

"So many women, so little time."

A gaggle of Mod girls come towards the shoot site. They recognize William and screams hysterically.

"It's William Pratt!"

William runs away. The mob chases after him a la Hard Day's Night. Two bad guys attack William. He Judo Chops them.

"Judo Chop! Judo Chop!"

The mob of girls catches up to William and he runs away. William is in a phone booth with his back forward. The mob runs by. He steps out, disguised only with a beard. William is jiving down the street and comes to a cross a stoned face red coated Buckingham Palace guard standing at attention just outside his guard box. William mugs for the guard, trying to get him to crack up but to no anvil. Finally he pulls a big sixties flower from behind the guard's head and presents it to him. They both crack up. The girls run by a sixties era photo booth with someone inside. William steps out. Panels 1-3 show William with various exotic models: The fourth panel shows William with the queen.

William spots a very pregnant hippy girl with a placard that says "PROTEST!" in a funky font.

"You might want to protest a bit louder next time, luv."

They both laugh. The passport opens. William's tour photo. Then he gives an insane grin showing his bad fanged teeth. The page flips and vista stamps from all the exotic places he's been. William flips a coin into a blind man's cup. The blind man obviously sighted, moves the cup to catch the coin. William wags his finger in a "oh you" fashion and then proceeds to to knee him in the balls. William is being chased around by a gaggle of school girls. After a moment, William returns from the corner with a baton, followed by a marching band. The school girls pick up his trail again he begins to run: A 1967 Jaguar XKE convertible, which is decorated with a large Union Jack, pulls beside him.