This morning I went down to the basement to play with Kelly, and I discovered a terrible crime of dismemberment.  Kelly and I took them immediately into surgery, which, I must honestly report, did not go well.  Kelly is a poor excuse for a surgeon, and I’m fairly certain after this morning, she’ll lose her license to practice Barbie medicine.  I sent her back to the stuffed animal vet clinic where she belongs.

Sara?  She’s going to jail for Barbie Murder.  But we’ll have to hold a fair trial, because near the Barbie Townhouse (where I found them lying in pools of style…not blood…ew.  It’s Barbie…keep it light.), sits the Calico Critters’ Mansion.

Hmm, this is suspect.  It appears the Calico Critters have become drug dealers.  Or Rock Stars.  Don’t prejudge…look at The Disney Chipmunks:  irritating to boot, and they have amazing careers.  By the look of this car collection I found lined up outside the mansion, I’m wondering if maybe a party went too late, and Barbie, et al, found themselves in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

I’m not a detective.  I’m not a doctor.  But if this morning has taught me anything (a lesson I seem to never learn), it’s STAY THE HECK OUT OF THE BASEMENT.  It’s bright.  It’s sunny.  It’s full of mayhem.  Next time, I’m going in armed.  With gummy bears!  What are you thinking?!