OB is Dashtoons' newer, more crass, yet curiously tonier commercial district, featuring everything we sell to the exclusion of everything else.

All ye who enter here must abandon any hope of content unsullied by the filthy-lucred taint of commerce. That being said, a certain irresistibly quirky entertainment value might well be derived, yours may vary.

All items are Strictly Official, not the counterfeit Dash! The Dog-Faced Ham merchandise often seen in better souqs from the Khan el-Khalili to Ghazl to the Lower East Side, those pale imitation Dash! T-shirts, mugs and books piled high next to phony-baloney Gucci bags, Rolex Oysters and saffron cut with sawdust.

Here in our gracious little strip mall, you'll have a chance to savor copywriting at its most David Ogilvy, art direction at its most Helmut Krone, and sizzle at its most Ron Popeil. Or at the very least, not so bad bombast in the Johnson-Smith Catalog tradition.

As Mad Man Muntz prudently advised, Let the buyer seize the bargains galore.