A Doll Called Wanda

A 'rascal' of the mod-UK makes affairs/wage for treasure-chess and intersects with romance, trickery, comedy, and transit-material.

A fun adaptation of A Fish Called Wanda (Kevin Kline). Happy Labor Day (and thanks for reading!), 

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Let me tell you the delightful London-underground note-tale of a rascal-musketeer named Mr. Satan who'd allied himself with his beloved lady-hawk, a bank-teller named Wanda, who would only want out of their 'affair' a special college-media Barbie-doll after their travel to the States for a social-media post about treasures/education (hmm).

AMLAN SATAN: We'll swap the replica Crown-Jewels for the actual one I'll steal from Palace and draw the police of London to this media-theater about blood-diamond insurance 'chess' and by the time they (all) discover the crown's a fake, we'll be in Boston making cartoons about capitalism-race confidence, Wanda my daylight.

WANDA: You know I wondered if our 'affair' would be all hand-fiction but I'd consider the 'chance' this delightful examination for UK-capital can (ironically) 'draw' some cool blood-diamond (Interpol-relation) inquiry for social-media photo-share(s)...wow.

Well, first Mr. Satan snuck into the Palace costumed as a guardsman after tying up the actual guardsman in the bathroom, inebriated with absinthe, and then made the Crown/Jewels swap and then placed another replica set in the bank-box owned by Baron Goldfinger and took his blood-diamonds with his handy-dandy acid-gun (water-gun filled with HCL), claiming he was seeking a media-photo of boxes all over the UK for a cyber-mosaic concerning bank-securities materialism (for the Ego). This was become a rather 'magnetic' tale (for the Ego).

WANDA: I can't decide if you're a hero, antihero, or villain, Mr. Satan!
AMLAN: I noted your 'exchange(s)' at the London-cafe with that man.

WANDA: The English-barrister (Archie) trying that case about cyber-fraud.

AMLAN: Isn't he that 'bloke' of Protestant 'lore' with social-media handshakes?
WANDA: Yes, he is, and you're envious; he's securing photographer-work.

AMLAN: For whom, my Wanda?

WANDA: For 'American folks' like me, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: Excellence.

ARCHIE: I made you these breakfast-croissant sandwiches, Wanda.

WANDA: Wow, right before my flight for American storyboards/writing.

ARCHIE: I dearly hope you're falling for this Englishman, Wanda.

WANDA: I think I am, Archie...but we've to get rid of my 'associate' first.

ARCHIE: Mr. Satan?

WANDA: The Devil himself (happy social media for breakfast!).

Amlan was now in New England where he was working on a cyber-homeschooling 'project' about Cold-War chess diagrams and had become something of a 'prestigious' Western educator of games/IQ, but he was 'sent' to this work by Wanda herself who meanwhile stayed-behind in the UK and married Archie. This made for some rather cool London-underground social-media (and chat).

WANDA: Can you believe we got rid of Mr. Satan, Archie (my love)?

ARCHIE: He was a bit of a rascal, my fair Wanda.

WANDA: Isn't this museum-exhibition wonderful, Archie?

ARCHIE: Surely; in 'deed' for fare, it's (all) the charm(s) of Englishmen.

WANDA: Love you (a lot).

Satan mailed what Wanda-Barbie college-media doll to the UK (for the real Wanda) and hoped they'd cross paths (someday) again and would (honestly) remember their affable cheers/laugh(s) together in fair London and in the underground, and meanwhile Wanda (now) had her own 'replica' figurine for American college-media cheers for (real) sportsmanship/storytelling. Thus the tale of our Doll called Wanda ends, and we (all maybe) have discovered the 'light' of modern capitalism-race 'chess' matter (for the soul).

"Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone" (John Maynard Keynes). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)