Mr. Evil Nash: The Gypsy Dishes!

A wondrous media-world dazzle fable about discovery of 'wrought' romance won through a toy-presentation/wager linked to a beach-book about...damsels!

A 'media-world' romance faerie-tale inspired loosely by She's So Lovely. Enjoy, 

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The evil Mr. Nash arrived at the JFK Airport before getting to LAX to rest in his lavish Spanish LA home. There he'd be greeted by an eccentric toy-merchant from Argentina named Amlan Satan who'd been a big fan of Spanish soccer (Valencia, Torres, etc.) and wanted to offer him a special 'worldly' wager!

MR. NASH: Now that I'm in my comfy Spanish residence, this 'Satan' (Amlan) better have the 'right-stuff' for this world-wager.

The wager concerned Nash's ex-girlfriend whom he didn't want to just 'giveaway' but Satan wanted to 'borrow' her for a courtly beach-photography offer for his cyber-comics presentation about Royals baseball fanfare/spirits during which he hoped to win her affections!

AMLAN SATAN: I'll show up at Mr. Nash's lavish Spanish estate and be costumed as the 'gypsy' I am with my toys for wager(s)!

NASH: So, first you're offering me this toy-gem gold children's ring (toy-1) as an 'exchange' for a beach-photo date with Isa.

SATAN: Yep; and this gold-ring is just but the first temptation I'm offering for a chance to court the lovely Isa, Mr. Nash.

NASH: What's this second item, a golden parked Vespa in my Spanish-estate garage?

SATAN: Yep; as you (clearly) see, Nash, this scooter is only for the keen-eye and represents 'worldly' magic.

NASH: What's this third item (toy-3), a gold Transformers (Hasbro) cassette-robot espionage oriented and valor-themed, eh?

SATAN: Yep; as you see, Mr. Nash, this is a toy of modernism post-Orwellian comics/cartoons symbolizing pure dialogue!

NASH: Oh, this final item is quite nice, Satan, a Zobrist baseball-card for Royals fans.

SATAN: Yep, well, oh yes, it's a Zobrist but astral Rays card, ahead of his Royals-triumph era; glittering; doubt you need it!

NASH: Alright, you may court Isa, but I want the gold scooter and the Transformers toy too, Amlan Satan.

SATAN: You've made a 'fine' choice here today, Mr. Nash; I'll pick her up at the airport in my rented Honda.

ISA: So, you're my 'beach-date' for this photo-fanzine story about Western starlets for swimwear romance, eh?
SATAN: Yep; the 'evil Mr. Nash' agreed to 'condone' this beach-session between us, during which I hope to win your mind.

NASH: So, you're leaving for Amsterdam with Satan?
ISA: Yep; he's got the 'right-stuff' with this strange 'gold-dollar' offer about Dianetics...so goodbye Mr. Nash.

Satan/Isa got married and he wrote a Pulitzer winning novel (Gold Date) about 'discovery' of romance in a Western world of media glitter, and the theme was Isa and the subject-matter concerned finding the right 'gems' and 'toys' that would win the affection(s) of a media-figurine who just might find the 'right-stuff' in the 'glow' and shine of human/social doctorates. That's an American dream!

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)