A stranger came from outer town knowing no directions; he went into the nearest pub and started asking questions.
"What's he blabbing on about?" asked Curly with a smile. 'Says he's looking for this place. Been walking for a mile."
"Why don't we assist him some," said Bluey, tongue in cheek. "Says he's in from Munich, staying just a week."
So they walked up to the little man in trenchcoat, hat and case, and in true Aussie fashion had a smile upon their face.
"What's this place you're looking for?" said Bluey to their guest. "Maybe we can help you. Take a seat, and have a rest."
So they took the stranger to the side and placed him on the chair; he put his hat upon his lap and straightened out his hair.
"Where is it that you want to go?" asked Bluey, having fun. "Ai vish to go to this attress at vun two thri two vun."
"But there's no such bloody address. Who gave you that information?"
The angry stranger looked at him. "The mun from the railvay station."
"And what is at this address?" Why do you need to go there?" "Ai need to go to Vagga but ai do not haf the fare."
"That's really very simple, just go to Spencer Street," said Bluey downing his glass of beer, as he felt the Melbourne heat.
The stranger got angry as he got up from his chair; the customers put down their drinks and all began to stare.
"Vut do you pipple think ai um? You must take mi forr a fool. Do you think ai do not haf a brain, that ai did not go to school."
"Now calm down mate," said Bluey, "We're just trying to help you out. How about a beer with us? Tell you what, my shout."
"Ai do not vish to drink a beer," he answered with a frown. "Ai only vont a railvay ticket to leave this stupid town."
"Now who you calling stupid mate" said Curly getting mad, and started rolling up his sleeves and looking mean and bad.
"I got a mind to take you out and put you in your place, and if you rile me up enough I'll rearrange your face."
The stranger sat there unperturbed, he didn't understand, and Bluey seeing a tricky spot grabbed Curly by the hand.
"You are not only stupid you are all incompetent. There is no vun to help mi out of my predicament."
They watched the red-faced stranger as his voice became intense. He rattled off his grievances and kept them in suspense.
"You know," he said "that Hitler made a very grave error." "Too right," said Blue, "We all agree. He was a right old terror."
"His big mistake," the stranger said, "was choosing the wrong nation. It should have been Ostrralia that he chose for annihilation."
Curly stood like a mullet stunned, Bluey couldn't speak. The customers choked on their beers, amazed at the stranger's cheek.
Then Bluey said "I think I know why this fella's acting queer. The chaps down at the station gave him a right ol bum steer.
Can't say that I blame them after what I've heard. The flamin arse is bleedin rude, a right proper turd."
The stranger stopped to listen and was utterly confused, and when they saw him quite perplexed they all became amused.
Then Bluey said "I think it's time we helped him change his frown. So let's make sure he gets his ticket and boot him out of town."