Barbie: Princess Charm School Page #4

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we get an F.

We can't fail!

Coronation Day

is two days away!

How could this happen?

Seriously? It was Delancy. It had to be.

She's the queen of

"Make Blair Feel Inferior. "

No. She's not.

No one can make you

feel inferior.

Not without your consent.

We're princesses, right?

We don't even have

our crowns yet.

And you...

I'm not talking about crowns.

I'm talking about character.

The rule is we have to show

up to class in uniform, right?

Currently they're

a little too breezy.

Hmm. They just need

a little alteration.

Grace! Caprice! Harmony!

Won't that

make them breezier?

Hmm. It seems Blair, Hadley,

and Isla are running late.

I do hope they're

not skipping class.

I'd hate to fail anyone

so close to Coronation Day.

Well, time's up.

Oh, come now,

Dame Devin.

I think we can wait

a few minutes more.

And keep the

other students waiting?

That hardly seems fair.

I'm afraid we'll have to

fail all three of them.

Wait!

What do you think

you're wearing?

Those aren't school-issued

uniforms.

Forgive me, madam,

but they are, in fact,

made entirely from the material

in our original uniforms.

But that's against the rules.

Actually, Dame Devin, there is nothing in

the dress code against what they've done.

Right. We just used some hard work

to unlock our princess potential.

And beautifully, at that.

Come, join the class.

Awesome!

Where did you get

new uniforms?

Those are amazing!

We made them.

Blair made them.

How did you do that?

I want one.

I didn't know

people made clothes.

I thought they came from

elves. You know, like toast.

Attention, everyone.

Welcome to the royal

palace of Gardania.

As a special treat you will

have some time before the meal

to explore the first

floor of the palace.

Enjoy!

Sweet. Royal secrets,

here we come!

No way.

Blair. It's a

picture of Blair.

That's not possible.

Why would there be

a portrait of me?

"Princess Isabella, age 18."

That dog.

It couldn't be!

"Queen Isabella,

King Reginald,

"the Princess Sophia,

and their loyal dog,

"Prince. "

No way!

Blair? Do you know when your

mom found you on her doorstep?

The date? Sure.

I mean, she made it my birthday

since she didn't know my real one.

April 26th.

What?

Blair, you know what

April 26th is, don't you?

Um, yeah.

My birthday.

I just said that.

It's the day the royal

family died in that car crash.

I'm thinking maybe baby Sophia

didn't die in that crash.

Maybe she was found and

left on someone's doorstep.

No!

Yes, look at the portrait.

You look exactly

like Queen Isabella!

You could be

baby Sophia.

If it's true, and Dame Devin

and Delancy know it,

that would explain why

they're so awful to you,

because you're the rightful heir

to the throne, and not Delancy!

Okay.

That's the craziest

thing I've ever heard.

Dinner time!

We've gotta go.

This is serious,

you know.

The whole fate of

Gardania is at stake.

Come on, you guys.

It's crazy.

Whoa! Whoa!

Excuse me!

My daughter has a declaration about how she'll

handle things when she's crowned princess

in two days.

Delancy!

Huh?

I, um...

Uh...

I...

My brilliant daughter noticed

that Gardania's poorer sections

are a blight to the otherwise

beautiful community.

Hey!

To remedy this she will

take over those areas,

bulldoze the buildings, and turn the

land into beautiful rolling parks,

full of trees and grass,

and streams.

Wonderful for the environment.

But people live in those

areas you just knocked down.

My neighborhood is there.

It is?

Delancy is

aware of that.

Those people will

move elsewhere.

How? They're like me.

They don't have money. They

can't just pick up and move.

If I were you I'd leave

this school immediately

and get my family

ready to move.

Delancy?

I think it is disgraceful.

Duly noted.

Now, shall we continue

our lesson in dinner manners?

Right, then, students,

we will start

with our salads.

Outermost forks.

You may begin.

Let's go.

Blair, are you okay?

I'm better than okay.

I'm ready.

Ready for what?

To fight.

If Delancy gets on the throne

she's going to ruin my family,

and probably this

kingdom along with it.

If she gets on the throne?

She can't, if we can prove

someone else is the rightful heir.

Gardania's magical crown.

It must be

in the palace. Right?

The crown glows when placed

on the true heir of Gardania.

But we have to find it

before Delancy's coronation.

So we have to find

the crown...

Tonight.

It's time.

Do we have

everything we need?

Game on.

What's that?

What's going on?

Fire drill! Fire drill!

There's no time!

Single file!

In a line!

Hmm. I don't see

a fire drill on the schedule.

What about the plan?

We wait a little longer.

Hopefully,

this will be fast.

Lovely day for a surprise

fire drill, isn't it, darling?

Mom, what did you do?

Oh! What have you

done to your uniform?

I like it, Mother.

Ugh! Come on.

Let's join

the others outside.

Attention, students! You

may now return to your rooms!

How much time

did we lose?

Thirty minutes.

Plus another 15 minutes trying to

untangle Portia from the tether ball pole.

Let's go.

Thieves! They're thieves,

I tell you.

Huh?

Arrest them.

What?

I'm sure it's some

kind of mistake,

but Dame Devin believes

you stole her jewelry.

No! I would never!

Not to save your poor family

about to lose their home?

I doubt that.

Plus my daughter,

Delancy, saw you.

Didn't you tell me you saw Blair poking

around in my office the other day?

I don't...

I don't remember exactly,

but...

Yes. Yes, I did.

I demand you

search their room.

What?

Girls, it's procedure.

If you have nothing

to hide, it shouldn't matter.

Look what I found.

My jewelry!

That's not...

I didn't put that there.

Here's another.

No way!

One more.

We didn't steal anything.

Don't lie. It's unbecoming.

Lock them up.

Headmistress Privet,

I promise you.

With the evidence

and the witness

I'm afraid I have

no choice.

Brock, take them

to the detaining room.

No!

We can't investigate until

after the ceremony tomorrow.

You will remain

detained until that time.

Detained?

As in, locked up?

During the coronation?

I'm afraid so.

Unless there is another

way to explain this.

Hmm.

How very disappointing.

I'll say.

Brock!

Isla, Hadley,

I'm so sorry.

Now neither of you

will become princesses.

Don't sweat it.

Who needs a tiara anyway?

They just make

your head itch.

And it's not easy to kick

a ball in four-inch heels.

Brock, stop!

I've got something else

in mind for the prisoners.

You may turn them

over to me.

But my orders...

Will officially come from me

in only a few hours.

The keys?

They're all yours.

Thank you. You may go.

If this is your way or rubbing

it in, you don't have to.

You've won.

Yeah, we get it.

What are you...

I'm supposed to be asleep.

Tell me,

are you really

Princess Sophia?

I... I don't know for sure.

But I think so.

I think so, too.

This is a map

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