Seems like our handsome, hairy secret service agent is always getting himself into…er…awkward positions. You guessed it, Jim’s fucked up yet again and finds himself in the merciless clutches of a campy Victorian bad guy planning world revolution in the name of a mysterious chihuahua. Stripped naked and spread eagle in the perp’s split-level bungalow/lab, the studly agent begins to sweat as he is worked over with a quirt. Still, both West and his tormentor know that is only the beginning. ‘How about a little fire…Jim?’ Oops! That’s from a different film (and story).