Jessie: Wow, guys, I think we really hit the jackpot this time! We’re owned by a beautiful little girl now! Will you look at this place?
Buzz: It appears satisfactory. I am going to investigate the rest of the premises.
Toys: Hooray! New toys!
Dr. Barbie: Hello. Welcome to paradise. I’m Doctor Barbie, but you can call me Doc. My job is to keep everyone happy. Let me show you around. If you need anything at all, just let me know.
Dr. Barbie: As you can see, we have every amenity you can dream of. The little girl is very kind to her toys. This will be your bedroom.
Dr. Barbie: We have afternoon tea every day in the foyer. Can Michelle here get you some Earl Grey?
Jessie: That would be- Oh my BISCUITS! Are you OK??
Dr. Barbie: MICHELLE! Ah ha ha- she’s just very excitable, don’t you worry. I’m a doctor, I’ve got it.
Jessie: Um, can you direct me to the powder room?
Jessie: psst! Buzz? You in here? Something weird is going on! This toy’s head just fell off!
Buzz: I’m here. I have acquired some intelligence vital to our mission. Come with me.
Buzz: I met Taffy out in the backyard. She revealed some insider intel about this assignment.
Taffy: The little girl who lives here is very sweet. But there is also a terrible monster roaming the halls, and Doc just keeps throwing us to the beast. Pet Doctor Barbie here is the leader of the resistance.
Pet Doctor Barbie: The monster has attacked and maimed countless innocent toys. His appetite for plastic is insatiable.
Hamm: This is a travesty! Why hasn’t Doc done anything for these toys?
Pet Doctor Barbie: Doctor Barbie tries to fix them up, but there’s only so much she can do. Not that she’s tried to stop the monster herself- that might mess up her hair. “You go try and work with him!” she said to me. “You’re the Pet Doctor!”
Pet Doctor Barbie: I tried to tame the beast, but he was beyond reach. He did this to me when I offered him a liver treat.
Pet Doctor Barbie: And now, I, too, live on the outskirts, trying to make do and avoid the beast.
Jessie: I think we need to try and help these toys, Bullseye! Bullseye? What’s wrong? ….
Everyone: AGH! MONSTER! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!
Jessie: Let’s get outta here!
With everyone’s help, the maimed toys were able to escape to the house next door, with a quiet, well behaved 4 year old whose only pet was a guinea pig. The monster, alas, still skulks in the shadows, and the remaining toys remain living in fear.