Stacie: Cupcakes! and they're gonna be huge! Barbie: They're for Teresa. She's always saying I'm a klutz in the kitchen, so I bet her a pedicure I could do this. Chelsea: Can we help? Can we, can we? Barbie: Well, you guys aren't exactly great cooks either. Remember spaghetti night?
A flashback occurs of Barbie, Chelsea, and Stacie in the Dreamhouse Kitchen, the whole place covered in tomato sauce
Ken: Hey, doll! How's Malibu's most fabulous girl? Barbie: Frazzled. I'm gonna be trimming Teresa's tootsies if I don't come up with some cupcakes, pronto! Ken: Not to worry. I'm all over it!
Barbie: Ugh. Hey, I have the perfect thing for this! It's here behind the waffle iron, the fondue pot, and the olive stuffer. You know, all those gifts you get but never use?
On the confessional couch
Ken: Haha, I wouldn't want to be the guy who got her all those lame gifts...
Barbie: Ah-ha! The little miss cupcake-alator! Ken: How could you forget that? I can't believe you've never used such a great gift. Barbie: Actually, I did use it once, but there was something weird about it... Stacie: Barbie, Teresa just called! She's on her way! We need cupcakes, stat!
Barbie pushes a button on the cupcake-alator and it shoots out three piles of cupcakes
The cupcake-elator continues shooting out cupcakes
Barbie: Ken, I said enough! Turn it off! Ken: Where's the off switch? Barbie: Now I remember. There is no off switch!
Stacie hits cupcakes with a tennis racket, Chelsea catches them in her mouth, and Ken runs away but trips over the power cord for the cupcake-elator, inadvertently unplugging it
Barbie: Teresa will be here any minute! Ken: It looks like a bakery pooped its pants. Barbie: Let's stash them!
Everyone hides dozens of cupcakes but leaves one pile for Teresa, who enters as soon as they finish stashing the excessive cupcakes
Barbie: Oh! Hi, Teresa! Whipped up some cupcakes for you! Teresa: No way! You made these? Barbie: Couldn't have been smoother. So, you see I can make a few cupcakes without causing a...
The cupcakes burst out of their hiding spots
Barbie: ..disaster. Teresa: Hmm... I'm thinking oil my joints, moisturize my plastic, a thousand brushstrokes through my hair...