Bratz Page #3

I can't even remember.

It's the cIiques.

We're aII in them.

That's just how high schooI works.

Sasha, you're a cheerIeader,

CIoe's a jock,

and Jade, you spend your time between

the science and home ec geeks.

They're not geeks.

They're reaIIy interesting peopIe.

Yeah, but I wouId never know that

because I'm not in your cIique.

So...what do we do?

We have to take controI

of our Iives, of our friendships.

It's our own fauIt.

We can be friends with each other

and do our own thing, right?

Okay. How?

We be ourseIves,

just Iike we used to be.

I miss my girIs.

Me, too.

I didn't reaIize

how much untiI now.

BFFs?

BFFs!

- You smeII Iike pasta.

- So do you.

I can't beIieve them.

This is aII your fauIt, Cameron.

Because if you hadn't waIked over

and taIked to that soccer joke,

I wouIdn't have had to take action.

And then Daddy's bust

wouId not have been broken.

And those bimbettes wouIdn't be

in detention and back together

creating anarchy in my kingdom.

Thanks a Iot.

WeII, if aII eIse faiIs, I can use this.

Meredith!

I don't think this, you know,

caIIs for the jump drive, Meredith.

Maybe everything wiII be

back to normaI by tomorrow.

''Maybe everything wiII be

back to normaI by tomorrow.''

Moron.

Let's go.

I can't stand to Iook at this.

So teII me, chica, why so happy?

Is there a boy?

Come on, you've been

hoIding out on me.

There's no boy, Bubbie.

It's Sasha, Jade, and CIoe.

We're a team again!

I mean, everyone at schooI

is onIy friends with

the peopIe in their group,

but we've decided to be

friends with everyone.

WeII, you girIs are

doing the right thing.

You waIk into schooI,

you sociaIize with each other,

with everyone.

You waIk in with your

heads heId high.

And you waIk in

with these gorgeous new shoes.

jSon divinasl

jHolal

Who's your Bubbie?

jHolal You are!

Bubbie, they're gorgeous!

I Iove them!

Ah-ah-ah.

Sweet taIk is cheap.

Pay the Iettuce.

Dos chocolatsl

How do you do that?

Te amo, Bubbie.

Mmm, I Iove the smeII

of retaiI in the morning.

That's my Sasha.

Gosh, guys.

I missed you so much.

Two years?

That's, Iike, forever.

So what's the Iatest

and greatest?

Same oId, same oId,

I just wish my parents

couId see who I reaIIy am.

- The worst.

- You know, it's not that bad.

It just means

I spend a Iot of time

changing cIothes

in skinny bathrooms.

That's so weird.

Fashion's Iike your superpower.

You shouIdn't have to hide it.

PIease, that's Iike a textbook

definition of superpower.

It's a thing in your Iife

that you're reaIIy amazing at,

but you hide it from the worId

so peopIe wiII think you're normaI.

And you, Yas?

I started writing some music,

and yes, it's sounding pretty good.

And no, you can't hear it.

- Stage fright?

- Yeah.

But, Sasha, I mean, it's reaIIy

been about missing you guys.

Speaking of guys, whoa.

- Whoo!

- I know, right?

Yas, Iook who's waIking by

sporting some bad jeans

and Iooking fine.

Oh, my gosh.

He totaIIy just checked you out!

Did you see that? He's into you!

What, DyIan?

Are you kidding me?

He hates me.

Besides, he is totaIIy not my type.

Oh, you have a type.

Come on, guys.

DyIan is not the Ieast bit

interested in me.

OMG. It's so obvious.

Okay, you are so wrong.

He never Iooks me in the eye,

he's never asked me out,

and he can never

even remember my name.

Oh, my God.

He's crazy about me!

Promise we'II never Iet anything

break us up ever again.

Pinky swear.

Pinky swear!

I Iove MySpace.

Yeah, that's much.

Next!

HeIIo! I am Magnificent Mike!

Watch as I pIace my assistant

into the sword box of death.

Prepare to be amazed.

Great.

You're in.

Thank you very much. Next!

If I see one more vioIin

pIaying contortionist,

I'm going to scream. Next!

I think we're making this too compIicated.

I mean, if we wanna be friends,

we shouId just be friends.

I totaIIy agree.

I mean, we waIk to schooI.

And we Iead by exampIe.

Come on.

Yo, CIoe. Come to us.

Serious?

Oh, hey, Jade.

Come here. Check this out.

I'm sorry.

Hey, Sasha!

Come sit with us!

I can't.

Are peopIe staring?

Oh, yeah.

Super awkward.

Okay, this is weird.

I think it's time for pIan B.

Operation MingIe.

BeautifuI!

Wait.

Perfection!

No, straighten your Iegs.

See, Iike, don't you have

any fancy pair of sneakers

in your Yasmin coIIection?

I mean, anything under 6 inches.

I just want to stay verticaI!

Come on, stay verticaI!

Honey, when I'm through with you,

you wiII be pIaying your next

soccer game in stiIettos.

- You serious?

- Trust me.

Hey, Dexter.

SaIutations, Jade.

Hey, nerd.

Why is she taIking to you?

Jade? She's my Iab partner.

Hey, hottie.

I bet you and I couId do

a Iab experiment

without the Bunsen burner.

You feeI me?

Ugh.

I think it behooves you to extend

an apoIogy to the Iady.

I don't know what you just said,

but I think you better

mind your own business.

Oh, you're gonna cry?

Now, wouId you Iike to apoIogize to the Iady?

Sorry, Jade.

Dude, you ever think

about pIaying footbaII?

Okay, so, X + Y + Z

divided by 3 is?

Okay.

Let's try this.

I think this might make more sense.

Oh, yeah.

What's a touchdown?

Six!

- PIus an extra point?

- One!

PIus a safety?

Two.

Divided by a fieId goaI?

Three?

It's good!

Number 1 !

Who's number 1?

KiIIer rip.

Thanks.

But I think with a IittIe adjustment,

it'd be a whoIe Iot better.

Power comes from your core.

Like this.

See? AII right?

- AII right.

- Try one.

You may want to move, just in case.

I'm good.

Okay.

Oh, no!

I'm such a kIutz!

I'm sorry.

- Are you okay?

- No worries.

ShouId we try it again?

Oh, my God, Cherish.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to imagine you

with a personaIity.

Take me to the happy pIace.

Take me to the happy pIace.

Hurry up.

Can't you find somewhere

eIse to be a freak?

So embarrassing.

I'm busy now.

Can I ignore you some other time?

Didn't you hear, munchkin?

Everyone does what I teII them to do.

Not from what I hear.

Ouch.

Oh, whatever, Avery.

This is just a temporary Ioss of controI.

I can assure you, I wiII bring order

back to our schooI.

Now, girIs, think.

When was I at the height

of my popuIarity?

- Last week?

- Last year's taIent show?

- I know this one.

- Yes, Quinn?

Your super sweet 16.

She's totaIIy right.

That was, Iike, the most

amazing party ever.

Remember, everyone was,

Iike, sucking up to you

for weeks before just

to get an invitation.

WeII, then, it's settIed.

I'm throwing another

super sweet 16 party.

Um, but you're aIready 16.

I'm throwing

another super sweet 16.

In fact, I'II have MTV

tape the whoIe thing.

My mom is best friends

with the producers.

Why is she throwing

another sweet 16?

I'm not reaIIy sure, exactIy.

I'm going to use the invitations

to bring organization

and harmony back to our schooI.

Oh, I get it.

No cIiquey, no tickey.

You have a visitor.

And that'II crush

those snotty girIs forever.

And then we'II Iive happiIy ever after.

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