Barbie: The Princess & the Popstar Page #2

I've been helping her

as best I can,

but you know

how these stars are.

As a former star myself,

I can tell you...

Crider, your job is to keep

that little diva in line!

You tell her if I don't hear some new

hit tunes on the broadcast Saturday,

she can start looking

for another record company!

But, but, Mr. Limburger...

And you can go back

to managing Uncle Herman

and His Talking Pig!

Thai vappy Pig

still owes me 40 bucks.

What in the...

Argh!

Rupert!

Something you wanted,

Mr. Crider?

Oh, you found it!

Still got a good few

chews left, looks like.

Get it off.

Oh, right.

Quick as a bunny.

"Keep that little diva

in line," he says.

How am I supposed to make that

whiny warbler do anything?

She runs the show

like a drill sergeant!

"Crider, curl my wigs!

"Crider, take my breath mint!

"Crider, stop stealing

my jewelry!"

Things were different

when I was a star...

I mean, back then, people

respected real talent.

Ah!

Ow!

Oh.

Rupert, do you know

I was beloved?

Yeah, yeah.

A beloved idol of millions.

I was the beloved

idol of millions.

The finest boy singer on the

Chipper Chipmunk Show.

Until...

That tragic day.

I'm a chipper chipmunk

And that was that.

My singing career was over.

Kaput. Finished.

A has been at 14.

To this day I have

nightmares of chipmunks,

their toothy smiles

taunting me.

A tragic tale,

Mr. Crider.

I get a lump in me throat

every time you tell it.

Which is quite a bit.

It's all so...

So very unfair, Rupert.

If only somehow I had the

means to restart my career.

All I need is

one lucky break.

Or a rich widow.

Oh, Mr. Crider,

how you go on!

But surely you must

have been a ballerina!

That form, that grace!

Oh, you are

such a atterer!

And you say you were

a singer on this...

"Squeaky Squirrel" show?

Chipmunk.

"Chipper Chipmunk. "

But I don't like

to talk about myself.

And this drought has been

hard on the entire region.

Our reservoirs are

only 30% of normal,

and our vineyards

are withering.

Your Royal Highness,

may I present

Miss Keira.

This is so cool!

So you're a real

live princess.

Awesome.

You're Keira!

I am absolutely your

very biggest fan ever!

Thanks.

Would you like a tour?

Love to!

But aren't you supposed to

be hostessing or something?

Oh. Right.

Um...

Look, everyone!

An all you can eat

caviar buffet!

Hello!

I'm Prince Li... Hmm.

This way,

we'll start with my room.

Ta-da!

Whoa.

There's more me in here

than in my house.

Mmm-hmm.

Your guitar,

your albums,

most of your fashion line.

I wore this in my

first music video.

It's still

my very favorite!

Here I am

Being who I want

Giving what I got

Never a doubt now

Here I go

Burnin' like a spark

Light up the dark again

Not too shabby

for a princess.

Hey, want to join me

on stage for a number?

The tabloids will go nuts.

Thanks,

but I'm no performer.

I'd be freaked

to face a real audience.

But you...

You must love it.

Sure, it's all

I ever wanted.

But, I dunno, it used

to be more about music.

Now, it's different.

But, Keira,

you're a star!

And you're a princess!

When I was little, I always

dreamed of being a princess!

I'd be wearing

a ball gown and a tiara.

Want to try mine?

Riff!

Use your inside bark!

Sorry.

He's my baby.

I bring him everywhere.

Riff, Sit!

He's cute.

Look, Vanessa, Keira

brought a friend for you!

I read you've been performing

since you were six.

When I was six, my biggest

job was keeping my tiara...

Hi! Nice digs.

I'm Riff! Who are you?

I am Vanessa Victoria

Fluffy-pie.

Are you always like this?

Like what?

Got any squeaky toys?

Soggy tennis balls?

Mmm, you smell nice!

There.

Oh, yeah.

And I've got just

the outfit to go with it.

Formal gown number nine!

Oh. So that's how you

make those quick changes!

A magic microphone!

I have something

like that.

Keira pop hair

number five!

A magic hairbrush!

Very cool.

New hairdo's for every

royal occasion.

And a few non-royal ones!

Are you thinking

what I'm thinking?

You look just like me!

Whoa!

There you are!

Huh?

Huh?

The guests are all

asking about you!

You need to

return at once!

Oh, no, no, I'm...

Princess Tori,

of Meribella!

Your Highness!

Whoa...

This can't be good.

Are you kidding?

It's delicious!

Now. Mingle.

Yoo-hoo!

Oh, Mister Crider!

Ready for an

awesome entrance...

Princess?

Oh, man, it's just

like I dreamed.

Her Royal Highness,

Princess Victoria Bethany

Evangeline Renee

has returned!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Are you all right,

Your Highness?

Did you break anything?

I mean,

besides my spleen.

I'm good.

Nobody saw that, right?

Pff, you kidding?

It's our secret.

Tori! Tori!

Who?

Are you hurt?

Oh, I'm fine. Really.

I'm great, Mister, uh...

Father.

Mister Father.

Thank goodness!

You had me worried.

Keira?

Yes?

I'm a huge fan!

Me too!

Not as big as Tori,

mind you.

Oh, thank you.

What lovely stationery?

Autograph.

Oh! Of course!

An autograph.

Here you go.

"Love Tori"?

We never did

finish our tour!

Oh, but actually,

you're the princess today,

so you should

give the tour.

As you wish,

Your Highness.

And this priceless

silver-handle fan

was a gift from the King of

Spain to my great grandmama.

You know, they were

quite the item.

Hmm,

delicate yet saucy.

Not unlike you,

my dear Duchess.

Or, may I call you,

Amelia?

Oh, Mr. Crider,

please do!

And to our left is the future

site of the Royal Taco Hut.

Actually, it is

something pretty cool.

Can you keep a secret?

A mondo big one?

Uh, sure.

If you can't trust a fake

princess, who can you trust?

Follow me.

Wow.

This is definitely

no Taco Hut.

It's a Diamond Gardenia.

It's 500 years old

and it grows real diamonds!

Most of our people

think it's just a legend.

Except for the Royal Family

and now you.

And the tiny

flying people?

They're garden fairies. They

take care of all the plants.

Oh, they're adorable.

Yes, but they get rather cranky

if you mess with the gardenia.

It blooms just once

every five years.

It's diamonds help pay for

schools and you know, stuff.

Now, over here is a rare,

black pearl letter opener.

Hmm. Curious.

Mr. Crider, excuse me

for just a moment.

Now, don't move a muscle.

Not a pinky, Amelia.

Keira, look!

Hey, thanks,

tiny dancers!

These rock.

These will be our

friendship necklaces.

Tori?

Are you mad, bringing

an outsider in here?

You know the rules.

No one but the Royal Family

is allowed in this garden!

And you reveal it

to a perfect stranger?

CRIDERI Oh...

Now hold on!

You can't talk that way

to Keira's friend,

the princess,

and if the princess

could speak,

which she can't because

she's, er, speechless,

she would say

that you are being

a royal party pooper!

I rest my case.

Oh.

Sometimes I don't know

who that girl is!

Problem, my dear?

You wouldn't believe it.

Now, where were we

with our tour?

I believe I was

telling you

how radiant you look

in every room of the castle.

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