Barbie & Her Sisters in a Puppy Chase Page #4

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.

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