"After practicing a few novelties on a Sicilian lady our amorous antique dealer feels the need to get a long way away from her three gorillas - sorry, brothers. And not because of the garlic! So he leaps at Sheik Abu Ben Rama's offer of a trip to the Orient and on his yacht. Well, he nearly made it!
Having been fished out of the Mediterranean, Johnny lads in the proverbial frying pan. His nose for trouble quickly sniffs out a cargo of farm machinery which looks remarkably like guided missiles. Then he's really in the fire - the lone of fire! Gazing right down the gun barrels of the Sheik's personal firing squad..."