Luckily, Micky didn't have to wait too long for the bus to come. When his stop arrived, he got off and pulled the ad out of his pocket. Getting his bearings, Micky began to walk to the address.
The road he was on was a quiet street with strands of trees between the houses, giving the occupants privacy between each neighbor. As he approached the house he wanted, Micky looked at his watch. It was one O'clock and he congratulated himself on his timely arrival.
The house he wanted turned out to be the last one on the block, which ended in a dead-end. It was a simple two-story house (which could've used a fresh coat of paint) with a large garage attached off to the side. The garage looked like it was a much later addition to the house. Micky guessed that that was where the racecar was stored. Straightening his collar, Micky went up to the front door and rang the doorbell.
Inside the house, a short man was dusting the furniture when he heard the doorbell ring. The man had once been a little plump around the middle, but now he had lost weight so he was quickly able to go to the front door and look through the small peephole. When he saw Micky standing on the front porch, he was so shocked, his mustache would've fallen off if he had hadn't shaven it off more than a year ago. Dropping his dust rag, he ran into the back parlor.
Sitting in an overstuffed armchair in the parlor, reading Mien Kampf and drinking tea, was a middle-aged man with a mustache and a monocle in his eye. The first man burst into the room.
"Mien Herr! Mien Herr!" The first man said excitedly.
The man in the armchair looked up, slightly annoyed at the interruption.
"What is it, Wolfgang?" He asked.
"It is the Amerikaner!" Wolfgang sputtered, "One of the Yankees!"
"We know a lot of Yankees, Wolfgang, unfortunately." The man snapped, "Be more specific!"
"The curly-haired Yankee who took apart the first Klutz-mobile!" Wolfgang exclaimed.
The monocle fell out of the man's eye as his eyes grew wide. He jumped up, knocking his book onto the floor.
"What?" He shouted, "He's back? Let me see!"
"This way, Mien Herr." Wolfgang said.
The two men quickly ran over to the front door. The man from the parlor looked out the peephole at Micky, who was waiting patiently for someone to open the door. Slowly, the man turned to Wolfgang.
"So, he has returned." The man said, an evil smile on his face.
"What do we do?" Wolfgang asked, getting scared.
"Why, let him in of course." His boss said, "And show him our hospitality."
"Show him our hospitality?" Wolfgang exclaimed, "I haven't finished dusting and the apple strudel is?"
"Not that kind of hospitality, dummkopf!" The man exclaimed, "The hospitality we show our enemies."
Wolfgang's eyes lit up and he nodded in understanding.
"It will be done, Mien Herr." He said with a sly grin.