Transcription:Extreme Barbie

(Chelsie and Grandma sewing)

Mom: Ma, don't teach Chelsie that girly crap! This isn't the dark ages. Here.

(Mom gave the barbie to Chelsie)

Grandma: All with the fashion doll with big watermelon boobs teaches the right lessons, huh? That's--that's what going on.

Mom: Barbie is a frickin' race car driver these days, ma! She pointy jumps in paracells and I think there's even a bound dispossal robot execory.

Chelsie: Thank you for the barbie.

(Chelsie pulled the sting on the barbie's back)

Barbie: ''Girls could do anything. Especially, math. But, it'll be absollutally clear about there.''

Chelsie: All right, Barbie! Lets have adventures!

(One hour later)

(Docter opened the blanket to show Mom and Grandma that Chelsie died)

Mom: (gasps) That's her! That's feeling a little-- (crying)

Grandma: What did this happen?!

Doctor: Well, Chelsie's race car hit the wall in its speeds axus in two hundred miles in hour. So, pfft.

Grandma: Race car?! Where did she get a race car?!

Doctor: Girls these days have all sorts of adventures, mam. This isn't the dark ages.

Grandma: She was eight years old!

Mom: At least, she died doing what she loved, ma.

Grandma: SHE LOVED IMITI-I-I-ING!

Doctor: Yes, that's lovely. Now, that you could fill out some forms.

(Mom takes a walk with the doctor. Grandma was crying to Chelsie died)

Grandma: (crying) Oh, Chelsie. (talking to the barbie) This is your fault..........whore! (crying)

(Screen zooms horrifying with the evil laugh sound)