Rhapsody in Buttercream Transcript

(Opening Theme) Barbie: Hmm... 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? Stacie: We won't mess up this time, promise! Barbie: Wha—? Did you guys—! 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: Isn't he the best boyfriend ever? He's so— Barbie: Chilvarous. Thanks, Ken.

Ken: Ta-da!

Barbie: A toaster?

Ken: It only looks like a toaster. It's actually a fully automated cupcake maker! Stacie: Ooh, icing!

Ken: Hm. A little light on the cake? Chelsea: Woohoo! Ken: Maybe a little too much cake.

Barbie: I really don't want to lose this bet. Last time was bad enough.

Teresa: That's it, Barbie! Polish those heels! Make them shine, shine!

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?

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: Okay, that's enough. Barbie: Ken, I said enough! Turn it off!

Ken: Where's the off switch?

Barbie: Now I remember: There is no off switch! Barbie: Teresa will be here any minute!

Ken: It looks like a bakery pooped it's pants.

Barbie: Let's stash them! 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— Barbie: —Disaster.

Teresa: Hmm... I'm thinking oil my joints, moisturize my plastic, a thousand brushstrokes through my hair... (Closing Theme)