Chelsea: It's my birthday! It's finally here! My favoritest day all year! I'm so happy I could just— Skipper: Happy Birthday, Chelsea! Breakfast is ready.
Barbie: Stacie really loves birthdays. She takes them very seriously. Maybe a little too seriously...
Stacie appears behind Barbie with a clipboard and pen an taps impatiently, prompting Barbie to leave the confessional
Stacie: I'm on food prep. Barbie, you're in charge of distracting Chelsea. Skipper, you're on... decorating duty. Skipper: Ugh! Can't Ken do it? Barbie: Ken's in the garage, putting Chelsea's gift together. It's a bike!
Stacie throws a carton of eggs and a box of cake mix into a bowl, puts it in the oven, and takes out a full baked and decorated birthday cake a second later
Chelsea: Wanna know what I want for my birthday, Barbie? Barbie: A unicorn? Chelsea: Guess again! Barbie: A pink unicorn? Chelsea: No! Barbie: A singing pink unicorn who can grant your every wish? Chelsea: NOOOOO...
Ken: ..OOOOO!!!!!! Skipper: Ken! What's wrong? Another daddy long-legs get in your hair? Ken: Why? Do you see one on me? Kill it! Kill it! Skipper: How's the bike coming?
Stacie: Barbie, you log in each gift, who it's from, and Chelsea's emotional response. Skipper, you're on wrapper recycling duty. Skipper: Ugh, come on!