*that pic is of a very irresponsible someone who overfilled her waste (*cough* ULM) container with a highly radioactive thing. gosh, she should be kicked out*
Setting: Barbie's family's dream house, then the car, then the parking lot
Time: Monday morning
Barbie: Bye, Mom and Dad! Bye, Stacy, Skipper, and Chelsea! I'll miss you! I'll be back next weekend for Stacy's birthday!
Chelsea, hanging onto Barbie's leg: Please don't go! Who will play blackjack with me?
Skipper, beckoning Chelsea away: I will, you little monster.
Barbie, checking her watch: Eek! I'm late!
Barbie's Mom: Do you have everything? I bought you some granola bars... here they are.
A car horn sounds.
Barbie: Op, that's Ken! Gotta go!
Barbie hugs Chelsea, then leaves.
On the way out, running with her suitcase of fresh laundry and a backpack full of textbooks, Barbie trips over a skateboard, right into Ken's arms.
Ken: Woah, easy, Barbie!
Skipper cheers through the window, pumping her arms up and down as if she were trying to get a semi to honk.
Barbie, smiling embarrassedly: Thanks, Ken.
They get in Ken's car, which is blue. It is about the same size as a Subaru, only just a little bit smaller because it is California. Idk, I'm not a car guy.
As they are driving, Barbie hums along, tapping to the rhythm. Ken glances over, concerned.
Ken: Are you ready for the midterm coming up in Chem 257?
Barbie: So ready. Not.
Ken: Want to study together?
Barbie: Sure! Right after work, that is. I'm off after 3:00. You?
Ken: I'm off at the same time (under breath: as always)
Barbie: I am more concerned, at the moment, however, about the independent project coming up in Chem 353. Want to be partners?
Ken, enthusiastically: Yes!
Barbie: Great! Then it's settled. What do you think our project should be on?
Ken: I hear a rumor that eggshells contain lead. We have a probe for that, right?
Barbie: That sounds great! Let's check with Dr. Anderson to get her advice on it.
Moments pass, Barbie now humming again and tapping her fingers.
Ken: So... there's a party Friday night...
Ken is cut off by a swerving car, a red convertible. Upset, he honks.
Barbie: Ken! Please don't honk. The driver might get angry with you!
Ken sighs.
Ken: Okay. Sorry about the scare.
They end up following the car up to the parking lot outside Barbie's dorm.
A stiletto emerges, followed by red pants, a sparkly belt, and a glitzy black blouse.
Barbie: Raquelle.
Raquelle flips her hair over her shoulder, sees Ken, and twiddles her fingers in a wave.
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*jk. that pic is of "non-toxic" diluted fluorescent highlighter ink. scary, right?*
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Barbie's Adventures in Chemistry:Official Script
FanfictionThis story is based on real events, and it is just so fantastic that it must become a Barbie movie. (For those who are immersed in Barbie literature, we are talking about the most recent version of Barbie, the first version to live with her parent...
