Barbie & Her Sisters in a Puppy Chase Page #2

Wow. That looks even harder.

And the high-difficulty one tempi.

Impressive.

The courbette.

Whoa. Those horses really know

how to dance.

Hey, look at me, I'm a dancing horse.

Whoa, whoa.

What do you call that move, falling pup?

I think I've got it.

- Huh?

- Huh?

Whoa.

Flutter-by.

Ooh.

Whoa.

Where'd it go?

There it is.

- Last one there's rotten kibble.

- Hey.

Wait up, you flutter-by.

Ah-ha! There you are.

Whoa.

What is this place?

Puppy playground.

Wow.

I wonder what this is.

Ooh, spinny.

Make that cool and delicious.

I'll stick with this.

Comfy-cosy.

Shiny buttons.

What does this do?

Awesome.

Darlings, darlings, please.

All that racket is making my fur ache.

- Huh?

- Huh?

What is this place?

Do you live here?

- What's your name?

- Ha.

I am Archibald the Third.

And this is my abode.

Nice to meet you, Archie.

Oh. Not Archie, my little dumpling.

It's Archibald the Third.

I come from a champion line of Archibalds.

I myself was Best in Show

four times running.

What show?

Mm-mm.

So precious.

Sure is big for just one dog.

You live here all by yourself?

Alas, I do now.

My little mates, Archibald the Fourth,

Archibald the Fifth and Archibald the Sixth

have all moved on

to the dog pageant circuit.

That's a lot of Archibalds.

Just a little to the left.

That was amazing, really.

Like, once-in-a-lifetime amazing.

I can totally see why you and your brother

have won so many ribbons.

Thank you.

It's a lot of hard work, but it's worth it.

- Do you train on the island year round?

- Yes.

We train horses and dogs.

We used to train cats too,

but they had a mind of their own.

Excuse me.

You've won a lot of ribbons, huh?

Do you have any tips

for winning a dance competition?

Well, Spirit does most of the dancing,

but I'd say,

you've gotta feel the beat,

and try to forget about the audience.

Just have fun.

I'm all about fun.

Do you have any tips

for the most fun beach?

That would be White Sands Campground.

It's got everything.

Surfing, snorkeling...

- Snorfling?

- Uh, pardon me?

Yeah, I don't think

that one's gonna catch on, Stacie.

We'll see.

We're staying there the next

few nights before heading home.

- Maybe we'll see you there.

- Cool. See you.

Well, we better get going, Marco.

Thanks for coming out, guys.

Nice meeting you.

You too.

Okay, back to the hotel.

I've got 26 hours left

until the competition.

And if we get back by dinner,

there's still time for me

to rehearse on stage tonight.

Wait.

Where are the puppies?

I wish my tail was naturally poof-y.

My stylist, Ricardo, he is a...

Hey, Archibald. Who are you talking to?

It seems as though

I have acquired a pack of pupkins.

Hey, look, it's Beauty.

Wow, you really know how to dance.

Why, thank you.

Archie, do you dance?

Oh, my, me, dance? No, no.

I leave that to the magnificent equines.

What's an equine?

What's magnificent?

Hey, Beauty,

what's all the commotion over here?

Want to meet my new friends?

- Nice to meet you.

- You were great.

I know. I always am.

Can you teach us your moves?

Aw. Aren't you adorable?

How did you get in there?

- Can they stay and play?

- Hmm.

The festival's over.

Your girls must be looking for you.

Oh, yeah, the girls.

We should get going.

Whoa.

Is it me, or are we moving?

Rookie!

Honey!

Hey, somebody stop this thing.

There they are.

Hey, wait up! Stop!

Those are our puppies!

Stacie, come on, we can catch up to them.

Seatbelts, everybody. It's time to see

what this thing can really do.

They're getting away.

No, no, no.

I know. Shortcut.

I don't like the sound of that.

- We're not gonna make it.

- Sure we will.

I think.

Great, we're stuck.

No worries, I'll just back it out.

Hurry. The trailer's almost gone.

You just made it worse.

Hey, wait up!

They're gone.

- We can't leave without the girls.

- What can we do?

We're moving too fast to jump out.

I'm sure they'll come after us, right?

Now, just you hush, my little puppies.

I bet your girls

are on their way right now.

I sure hope so.

Oh. Still no reception.

Looks like we're on our own.

What are we gonna do about the puppies?

Stacie, do you remember

the name of the beach

the trainers are going to?

White Sands Campground.

That's where the puppies are headed.

Right. We can hike out to the main road

tomorrow and find help.

Tomorrow?

But I need to get to the hotel

to practise my routine.

Sorry, Chels. We should stay put for now.

It's getting dark.

Barbie's right.

We're all too tired anyway.

Speak for yourself.

We're really gonna sleep here

and not move?

You know, it's not every day

you can camp under the island stars.

I guess.

It's dark out.

Barbie's not here.

How's she gonna sleep without me?

Now, no frowns, dear pups.

You'll wrinkle your fur.

Your girls will most certainly

come find you tomorrow.

How long until tomorrow?

Is it far away?

When you wake up, it'll be tomorrow.

Until then, you can stay here.

My trailer is your trailer.

We've never had a sleepover before.

Okay, but just until the girls

come get us.

Then it's settled.

How about we break out the doggy treats.

Treats?

Auntie Hannah left some water

and blankets underneath the seats.

She really plans ahead, that one.

Like, even more than I do.

And that's saying something.

Heh. I know, right?

I'm hungry.

What's for dinner?

Hmm.

I still have my sandwich.

I was too queasy to eat it on the plane.

I have a half-bag of pretzels.

Piece of gum, anyone?

Oh, wait, it's already been chewed.

Energy bars.

What? A girl needs energy for sports.

What's so funny?

You won't believe it,

but this one's s'more-flavoured.

It's nothing to blog about,

but it's better than foraging for food.

Oh, I don't know.

I bet we could come up

with a blog-worthy shrub and bark salad.

Maybe some ant croutons?

Ugh! No, thanks.

I bet right now, Lindsay is in her cuddly,

warm bed practising.

You mean, she's slancing. Anyone?

Yeah, I don't think

that one's gonna catch on either, Stace.

Oh, come on.

Hey, you guys remember the game

we used to play when we were younger?

How is hopscotch going to help us?

No, the What If game.

Remember? We'd say "what if,"

then imagine something super-amazing.

I remember, Chelsea's was always the same.

What if cupcakes were as big as a house.

It'd be the sweetest home ever.

Totally.

Hey, this is a great time

for the Imagination Game.

Chels, you go first.

And something other than cupcake houses.

Fine.

What if... Hmm...

...this tree was a tree house,

with hammocks? Eh.

And bug repellent.

What if instead of a tiny golf cart,

we'd rented a luxury camper?

With a fab kitchen stocked

with all our faves.

And a dining table three storeys high,

so we don't have to eat dinner

on the ground with the bugs.

Heh. I like that.

Stace, what else

is in our rocking dream camper?

A swimming pool, with a slide.

Yeah.

Whoo-hoo!

Of course. Skipper?

A bathroom,

with toilet paper and running water.

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