I'm not in any of your classes.

There's always lunch.

That's kind of a class.

Sort of.

Not really.

Lunch is great.

I'll see you then.

Hello, Barbie.

Remember me?

That is my super shocked face.

You remember Tammy.

Right, I sure did.

We competed on that internet game show, Bake Till You Ate.

Apparently, Tammy Bounce Away had just bounced herself into my school.

Yay.

Tammy, what brings you to Golden Beach High?

Duh, my convertible and my dad's new job.

We're neighbors now.

Oh, and would you look at that?

We're in all the same classes, too.

You look just like an emoji.

Yeah, funny.

Maybe I could do a comparison on my vlog.

Oh, you still have a vlog?

I hadn't noticed.

I've been too busy racking up thousands of followers.

But thanks for the idea.

A side-by-side of you and emojis would be hilarious.

Oh, anything for Golden Beach High's newest student.

See you around.

Oh, excuse me.

Excuse me.

Can I just?

Smile for the camera.

Bring it on, Chels.

Oh, it's on, Dad.

Whoa.

Heads up, guys.

Oops.

You OK, Barbie?

You're usually the first one to kick it in the annual back to school soccer challenge.

Oh, yeah.

I'm fine.

Just a little tired.

First day and all.

Tired, all right.

Tired of Tammy.

Do I know Tammy?

Oh, you know Tammy.

Hey, Tamsters.

Are you dying to see what my first day at Golden Beach High was like?

I'm sure you are, because I'm dying to show you.

Check it out.

I go to school with a living emoji.

That Tammy.

The girl you beat on that game show.

One and only.

She still seems a little mad about the whole humiliating loss thing, but it'll be fine.

She'll get over it eventually, right?

Thanks for the donation.

I need to say something.

Tree planting donation.

Make them right here.

Tammy, can we talk?

Why, certainly, Barbie.

I always have time for you.

I've got to be honest.

It was a little weird at first, but now you're upsetting my friends.

Is there a reason why you're doing this?

Doing what?

Thanks for the donation.

P.A.C.E.

Copying me, or at least what you think is me.

I'm just doing whatever it takes to get noticed.

And thanks to my new look, I'm getting noticed.

But you can't just pretend to be me.

I'm not you.

I'm a better you.

You can't be a better me than me.

Already am.

Ugh.

Hi, guys.

How about a free mani-pedi friend?

Because you know me.

I'm all about doing nice things for everyone.

Really?

Really?

She thinks that's what I do?

Look on the bright side.

I heard she raised a ton of money for the tree ceremony.

And it's all because she's trying to be like you.

Barbie!

Come join us.

I can see from here that your cuticles are a mess.

Poor thing.

While so many students contributed to this wonderful event, we all owe a special debt of gratitude to Barbie.

I mean, Tammy.

Tammy?

So many trees.

Let's hear it for Tammy.

Tammy!

Tammy!

Tammy!

Tammy!

Tammy!

Tammy!

Tammy!

Tammy!

Tammy!

Tammy!

Tammy!

Whoa, Tammy.

Congrats.

Getting all these trees planted, that's really great.

Being you is way more fun than I ever expected.

I'm really glad you've had your fun.

But don't you think it's time you went back to being yourself?

Myself?

Get over it, Barbie.

This is me, forever!

Ha ha ha!

Oh!

Hey, Barbie.

Hey, what a nice surprise.

But I can't really hang out.

I've got so much homework and-

Oh, um, uh, we, uh, actually, we're here for Skipper.

She invited us to go to the Vintage Record Shop.

They've got a huge future bass promotion going on because of the Flobby concert.

Oh, that's great.

Want to come?

Flop!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Da da!

Da da!

Uh, it's OK.

I have too much stuff to do.

But you guys have a great time.

Oh, we will.

Oh my gosh.

It can't work.

I can't believe you guys are coming with us.

My friends were hanging out with my sister, without me.

No biggie, right?

Well, it shouldn't have been.

But somehow, it was.

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Oh, Angie, remember the fitting room monster?

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

That was hilarious.

Hi, Barbie.

You missed so much fun.

Remember, cinnamon buns are our kryptonite.

Ha ha ha!

Sounds like you guys had a great time.

Um, so about tomorrow, I was thinking we could break up the heartthrob team couple's marathon with a little baking, maybe some games.

Speaking of games, you should have seen Skipper at the mall.

We were all playing this new game on our phones, and she walked right into the fountain.

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Oh, your poor backpack.

Here, I can dry it.

Ha ha ha!

Oopsies.

No dogs allowed on the beach?

By order of Malibu City Council?

But the wiener pups love the beach.

So does Taffy.

Whoa!

Sorry, girl.

You can't be on the beach anymore.

He wants more tea.

Hmm.

Aha!

There you are, Blissa.

You're the guest of honor at my tea party.

Time to put on your crown.

Blissa!

It's crazy.

So unfair.

Totally ridiculous.

Hey, girls.

What's unfair?

What are you talking about?

Apparently, dogs aren't allowed on the beach anymore.

Wait a sec.

I just got an email about that.

The Malibu City Council voted 3 to 2 last night to ban dogs from all city beaches.

Says here the law was proposed by Ron Slusher.

Ron Slusher?

Didn't he used to work for Wit Reardon?

Ah.

Now it makes sense.

Puppy must be behind this.

I don't care if it's the law.

It's wrong, and somebody needs to do something about it.

Well, there is an election coming up.

You should do it.

Run for office?

I did run for kindergarten hall monitor.

And lost to the class gerbil.

She had amazing charisma.

But this time you could be the gerbil.

I mean the winner.

And that'd be a huge win for the dogs of Malibu.

You know what?

I'll do it.

If you'll be my campaign manager.

Are you kidding?

I'm so in.

Let's do it.

We got this.

All right.

Yeah.

Yeah.

So you start by putting the red.

Wow.

See you together.

Group shot.