"Sorry, can't talk to you now, I'm all tied up! Get it? Get it?? All tied up?"
Barbie's excitement over her upcoming career as a professional windsurfer
ends abruptly in confusion when she notices she must wear something called a
"Vroom, vroom, Brucie baby! Wrap your hands 'cross my engines!"
Nothing beats the sport of tanning, so Barbie heads to the pool for some quality floating time.
"What do you mean, no swim-up bar? What kind of resort is this?"