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--Barbie is in the kitchen, talking on the phone--
Barbie: Of course ambassador! I'll do anything I can to help forge lasting peace between your two countries.
--Barbie is listening to what the ambassador is saying and flipping through cakes when Chelsea falls onto the table--
Barbie: I'm sorry, ambassador, I have to go. I'm sure both of you will work out this little spat! --Ends the call-- What's wrong, Chelsea?
Chelsea: I don't feel so good. My plastic feels warm, my tummy hurts, and I have got these spots on my face!
Barbie: Oh! --Walks to the sink-- Did you try using a wet cloth?
Chelsea: Uh-huh.
--Barbie gives the cloth to Chelsea and she wipes it all over her face. The spots go away for a few seconds, but come back.--
Barbie: Hmm, I'm afraid you have to see a doctor. (Clears throat) I said, "we do need to go to a doctor!"
--Skipper comes running--
Skipper: Weren't YOU a doctor?
Barbie: Right!
--Barbie changes into a doctor outfit--
Skipper: --Sees the cake-- Ooo! Cake.
--Chelsea is sitting in the living room couch, when Stacie comes over--
Stacie: So sorry for the delay, the doctor will see you now.
Chelsea: Finally!
Stacie: Right after you finish filling out these forms --She throws a bunch of papers on Chelsea's lap-- these, these and... these! --Stacie continues to throw papers on Chelsea's lap--
Chelsea: Done!
Stacie: Great! What are your-
--Skipper pushes Stacie away--
Skipper: What are your symptoms?
Chelsea: I feel hot, and dizzy, and woozy, and I've got these spots... oh, and now my wrist hurts.
Stacie: --Glares at Skipper-- What do you think you're doing?
Skipper: I wanna help!
Stacie: (on couch) Helping is MY THING! Skipper never wants to do ANYTHING!
Skipper: (on couch) The Wi-Fi is down. So I have nothing better to do than bust Stacie's chops. It's my thing.
--Skipper and Stacie are pulling Chelsea in two different directions--
Barbie: Let's see if we can figure out what's wrong with you.
--Stacie and Chelsea crash out into the hallway--
Barbie: Hop up on the table, Chelsea!
Chelsea: Table?
Stacie: I got it!
--Stacie pushes a button and a table appears from the wall. Stacie sticks her tongue out at Skipper, and Skipper glares at Stacie.--
Barbie: The first thing we should do is check your vitals. Hmm... I don't hear a thing. Perfect! What's next? Uh, nurses?
Stacie: Reflexes? --Skipper pulls out a giant hammer-- YIKES!
Barbie: Right!
--Barbie takes the hammer--
Chelsea: Ahh!
--Chelsea covers her eyes. The hammer hits her knee gently, and then Chelsea's leg whacks her face--
Chelsea: Oof!
Barbie: Perfect reflexes! Now we'll get to the bottom of what's wrong with you.
--Barbie pulls down a TV and starts switching through the channels--
Barbie: (TV switches to Football) Nope. (TV switches to intro) Seen it. (Aha! --Barbie pulls away the TV-- Chelsea, I'd say you are suffering from plastic pox.
Chelsea: Is there a cure?
Barbie: Of course! I'll need 219 CCs of pinkacillin, stat!
--Stacie grabs a large needle--
(Chelsea screams)
Barbie: Heh, Stacie! Heheh, that's my horse doctor needle! --A horse whinny can be heard--
--Skipper grabs an even bigger needle--
(Stacie screams as she runs to hide behind Barbie)
Barbie: Skipper! That's my elephant doctor needle! --An elephant trumpet can be heard--
--Barbie opens the drawer and grabs a normal-sized needle--
Barbie: Much better!
Chelsea: Barbie, I'm scared!
Stacie: It's all right, Chelsea.
Skipper: It only hurts for a second.
--Barbie injects the needle into Chelsea--
Chelsea: Ouch!
--The plastic pox disappears--
Chelsea: Hey! I feel better already! Thanks, Barbie!
--Barbie gasps--
Barbie: What in the world?!
Skipper: Oh, no.
Stacie: It can't be!
Barbie: We've got plastic pox!
Chelsea: I'll go get the pinkacillin. It only hurts for a second.
--Barbie, Skipper and Stacie gasp and then run away while screaming--