Polly: Do I look dangerous to you?
Barbie: OMG Girlfriend! You're as hazardous as my quarter-inch high platform sandals which I fell off of the first time she put them on me. Come to think of it, I haven't worn them since....
Barbie: She probably can't find you under all those plastic clothes and weird furniture playsets like that purple ski lift/ice skating rink thing, not to mention all those lame-o Princesses. Get a life, Ariel! Besides, it's those tiny magnets in your snap-on clothes that are the problem, not you.
Polly: Thanks. I was starting to really freak out that it was about me. It's true that the girl is almost 7 and hasn't put a toy in her mouth for years now. Maybe that's why I haven't been tossed out with the trash.
Barbie: No kidding...there's a lot more stuff in this house that's a lot more hazardous than you. I mean, what about all those tiny, junky Happy Meal toys? And how about those old children's cough syrups in the medicine cabinet? Now they could do some real damage. Haven't there been some warnings or something issued about those, too?
Barbie: Not me....my sister, the Barbie who comes with a dog. Although I do share a box under the bed with a Barbie who comes with a horse, and she seems reallllly questionable. All I came with was a feather boa that one of those stuffy Groovy Girls is wearing now. Why that little....
Polly: Whoa Barbie, watch your mouth. The good thing about this whole dangerous business is that there probably won't be anymore of us types moving into this room anytime soon. It was too crowded here in the first place.
Polly: Like someone left you in the tub again.
Barbie: Beats getting put in the trash.
Polly: BFF, girlfriend!