"The little Studebaker bullet-nose car you sold me--"

"You do not like it?" Mr. Gepetto cut in.

"Oh, I love it--I like it lots," the young man cut back--but there's something wrong with it."

"Wrong?"

"It is not motorized is it?  I mean it doesn't have any batteries or anythng like that, does it?"

"I am so glad it doesn't, " Mr. G stated emphatically.  "But it is magical in its own humble way."

"Well, well, it just does funny things."

"Funny things?"

"Well, yes it does.  Last night I parked it in my kitchen--and before I knew it, it was in the bedroom of my apartment."

"And you live alone?"

"I most certainly do and I have ever since I moved away from home."

"In an apartment?"

"The smallest apartment that I could afford," the lonely young bookkeeper shook his tossled head.

"Now you listen very close to your wiser elder, okay?"

The young man nodded hopefully.  

"You drive, no just take the little green car back to your apartment and park it in the bedroom of your little apartment, okay?"

The young man nodded.

"And next morning you see where it has gone."

The young man did as he ws instructed and by the time he had dozed off, it was still parked atop his bedside reading table.  The young man awoke and looked across at the bedside table.  The little Stude was gone, had vanished completely.  He searched desperately all over, into every room of his little apartment, then dashed out into the corridor of the small apartment building.

The door across the hall opened.  A pretty young woman his age greeted him, the little Stude in her delicate fingers.

"Is this little car yours?"

The young man nodded with diffident embarrassment.  "Yes, it was--I mean it is mine."

"Well do you know it's magical?"

"Magical?"  That is what the old toymaker had said.

"Well, you have to let me show  you--I've just brewed a cup of coffee, would you like a cup of my coffee?"

"I would love a cup of your coffee," he managed anxiously.

"Well, that's great because I want you to watch the little car drive on its own."

He nodded, "On its own?"

"On its own."

He sat down at her table and took his first sip of her fresh coffee.  He could not believe himself.  The pretty young woman looked like Debbie Reynolds and he felt like Jimmy Stewart.