Wonderland: Jar/Miracle (Part 2)

Affable (American) adult-investors mired with the dark Baroness for NFL/cards bad trade worry require 'hyperbole' genius for restored gears and escape.

Going out on a stretch here for this late-Sunday Wonderland (Val Kilmer) inspired adult-capitalism paranoia-trilogy for my windows-staring pensive East Coast snow-storm January weekend labors (thanks for reading!), 

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AMLAN: The Baroness seems nicely smiling about my property-magic card trade.

MARCUS: She liked you returning her Browns-QB NFL trading-card with magic!
AMLAN: Yes, pal...she liked how I pared the NFL-card with a property-game toy!

MARCUS: I traded my Bills-QB NFL trading-card for her Browns-one while drunk.

AMLAN: She didn't like it, Marcus man...and she swore she'd kill your wife (ok!).

MARCUS: Well, she's powdering-up in her mansion-bathroom while we talk here.

AMLAN: Here she comes now, Marcus man (Facebook-like for doubts).

BARONESS: This seems fair for fare, porn-market gents (ok).

AMLAN: We appreciated your re-invite to your Cali-mansion (site of porn-arts).

BARONESS: Yes, you and Marcus made Wonderland-cyber porn-hub in my home.

AMLAN: Wonderland-co. was cult-popular and drew you as an original investor!

BARONESS: I was happy with cyber-culture appeal until Marcus swindled me.

AMLAN: You were both drunk, you traded your Browns-card for his Bills-card!

BARONESS: When I woke, I knew I was shorted, and gossip would fly I was drunk.

AMLAN: You had good-right to mark Marcus and his wife for vengeance (Selfie).

BARONESS: That's why my associate advised I take your rescue-plan seriously!

AMLAN: That's the complete-truth, Baroness...and I knew I'd have to find magic.

BARONESS: Well, yes...I guess your property-game toy 'spices' return of my card.

AMLAN: Isn't my Monopoly (Parker Bros.) game-card prize-item gossip-class?

BARONESS: Facebook-like (you're lucky, man).

Poor Marcus infuriated the ruthless gems black market investor lady known as the Baroness after getting her inebriated and cajoling her to trade her high-value Browns-QB NFL trading-card for his underdog-story Bills-QB trading-card; and when she woke, she concluded while her prior-investment in Wonderland-co. cyber-porn venture, marshaled by the American Homeland 'musketeers' of capitalism-idealism (Amlan and buddy-Marcus), was rich-gossip fun, this card-trade 'funny' would have folks on Earth talking about her drunkenness. She swore to have Marcus' wife bloody-killed (ok). Amlan had to find the perfect restorations-plan to save Marcus' soul...and he found the right-charm (Facebook-like).

MARCUS: What now, Amlan pal?
AMLAN: You crazy fool butter boy...we get the hell out of here; fly to Brussels.

MARCUS: Belgium (waffles?).

AMLAN: Yes, you and I and your magnificently saved wife manage a waffle-dive.

MARCUS: "American porn-capitalists become waffle-entrepreneurs in Brussels."

AMLAN: That's the gossip-line that shall free you from eyes-of-the-Baroness.

MARCUS: So...she liked your return of her Browns-card with IQ Monopoly-card.

AMLAN: She concluded it was glossy...but we've 1-zip to get to Belgium, pal.

MARCUS: Facebook-like (for Earthling journals).

TO BE CONTINUED...

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)