Barbie In Rock n Royals Page #4

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dance class after that.

And this year, we get

to learn special effects.

Lasers, lighting,

sparkles, you name it!

Come on, Zia.

I'm guessing that's probably

not her kind of thing.

Unless you wanna check it out?

I mean, as long as you're here.

Uh... I don't know.

No worries.

I just thought it'd be fun.

Hmm.

Fun.

Yes! I mean,

that sounds lovely!

I don't know, Genevieve.

Are you certain we don't have

"tea party etiquette" first?

Positive.

Hold on, how did you do that?

With my scepter, of course.

All royals have one.

Whoa!

Scepter training

starts at 10:
00,

after that, it's tea time.

Oh! And then we get

to groom the unicorns!

Yeah, right.

And when do we get

to ride the centaurs?

Wait, does Camp Pop

have centaurs?

That is so unfair!

Right. Unicorns.

I suppose we could bring

you along to meet them.

Wait, what?

They're really beautiful.

Unless you have to get going.

Yeah, I probably should.

Okay.

Hey, wait up!

The size of his ego is

nothing short of astounding!

I mean, honestly,

who in their right mind thinks

teaching a bunch of misfits

how to bang on a cowbell

is more important

than cultivating the finest

royal traditions, hmm?

The man is delusional,

Lady Anne.

What you provide to these budding

monarchs is truly a gift.

It is, isn't it?

Think, Clive. Think!

Hmm.

There must be a way

to acquire his property,

and teach him a lesson

at the same time.

Does it have to be legal?

How lovely.

One of our new campers, perhaps?

Shall we?

See?

I told you it was her!

I can't believe it!

Wow.

Why, I have never heard

such a powerful voice!

Pity it will go to waste under

Finn's mediocre guidance.

Lady Anne,

don't you know who that is?

That's Erika Juno!

She's the coolest thing ever!

Look!

Are you thinking

what I'm thinking?

A romantic dinner followed

by a walk by the lake?

Oh, Clive, you are a cutup!

Whoa!

Boss, phone call.

Hmm?

It's the "Royal Pain."

About time.

Calling me back so soon?

I mean, I've only left you five

messages about this camper mix-up.

But, who's counting, eh?

Oh, charming as always, Finn.

But, unfortunately, rectifying our

little situation will have to wait,

as I've been informed

that our computer system

has mysteriously gone dead.

Much like your career,

I suspect.

How nice.

You just think that up?

At least we have a skill

the world actually needs!

So, in other words,

your protgs are more deserving than mine,

is that it?

Then why not prove it?

And how do you suggest

we do that?

Well, let me think...

Perhaps a sing-off?

Camp Royalty versus Camp Pop.

My kids against yours?

You can't be serious?

Perfectly.

The winning camp

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