Frank und Florian, who didn't really know what was happening, wiped the sand out of their eyes. It was true! Their car was being towed along by that single-decker they knew so well. The airstream whistled in their ears and their travelling companion, the fat black gentleman, sighed and moaned on the back seat. He was air sick and Frank realised that no matter what colour somebody's face is, they all look equally gray when they are feeling sick. Their companion complained in a weak voice that his top hat had been blown away. Frank comforted him as best he could, saying that the hat had suffered somewhat during the long journey in the desert and the burial in the sand. They were now overlooking the landscape from a height of at least 1000 meters - down below they saw Italy's "boot" in the Mediterranean. They were making very good progress. They were soon crossing the Alps, and then came Germany and Berlin Tempelhof. Frank and Florian were whisked off to a hotel by a very pleasant gentleman who introduced himself as an officer of an "International Air Travel Company". Our two runaways spent a marvellous week there, thoroughly enjoying themselves. One evening as they were strolling through the bright lights of Berlin and crossed the Kurfürstendamm, they saw a long row of colourfully dressed young men carrying large posters on their backs and fronts bearing the following inscription in luminescent letters:
In somewhat smaller letters further down they read: A Sam Brankwyn Production. - They stared wide-eyed, and then ran off as if possessed looking for the Helios Film Palace. A large neon advertisement was already in place, and a brightly coloured, resplendent picture of Frank and Florian in their red car hung on the wall of the tall building. Down below at the entrance the fat dark gentleman from Liberia was doing the honours; this time he was attired in an elegant black dinner jacket. His whole face lit up the moment he saw the two main characters of the film showing up in person. In their excitement, Frank and Florian had not noticed that Mr. Sam Brankwyn had been walking behind them for quite a while; he now pushed them gently through the entrance to the theater. He sat with them in the best seats in the grand box, and announced with a pleased chuckle: "We are having the first performance the day after tomorrow in Hamburg; we shall see the film then once more." He turned to Frank and said: "Your parents must be there too!" And that is how Frank and Florian became popular film stars, without wanting to or even knowing about it, and Mr. Sam Brankwyn of Chicago, the millionaire, tramp and beggar, was their discoverer.