Barbie in the Pink Shoes

Dakotah! Arms.

Casey, where are you looking? Gabrielle. Smile.

And a one and two and three and four.

Head up, Casey, watch the audience not your feet.

Now, on the beat.

Perfect.

Head direction, girls. Stay together. Clean fifth.

-Tight angles, girls. Be precise. -Two and three and four.

And two and two and three and four.

I can't believe I remember every single move of this dance.

You did it, like, six years in a row or something, right?

Seven.

Dillon. Okay, you are hereby ordered to stop growing.

Your sleeves fit you last week.

Shh!

-Since when are you the shush-monster? -I'm sorry, guys.

I don't wanna be a downer but I have three solos to think about.

So can we have some focus, please?

Dillon, Tara, you're up next. Let's go.

She's got three solos?

It's close, girls, but continue to practise downstairs with Madame Marguerite.

You need to focus on every single step, Holly.

-It's Hannah. -That is right, my dear.

Every move must be precise, exact, controlled.

You will be perfect.

Yes, madame.

And who is next?

Last rehearsal before the show, Dillon. Let's make magic!

Ugh, she's so obnoxious and so dramatic.

And so good.

Nicely done.

I wish I could dance the Black Swan pas de deux.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Bingo.

-Yes! Hoo-hoo! That's my girl! Whoo-hoo! -Perfect.

Yahoo!

You guys were amazing.

Of course we weren't going all out. Saving something for the show tonight.

That's why those positions were so sloppy, right, Dillon?

-Sloppy? -You looked perfect to me, Dillon.

Really? We've got more work to do than l thought.

Let's have the milkmaid number.

Lower the cow!

Hailey, where's my bucket?

Check.

-Dance like nobody's watching! Because nobody will be watching.

Except the cow.

A simple "break a leg" would have been nice.

Oh....

Nice. Good.

Oh, no.

That's not the choreography. What's she doing?

Something awesome...

...that's gonna get her in a whole sack of trouble.

Stop! Stop the music! Stop everything!

That means you, Kristyn!

What? Whoa!

Miss Faraday. This is not the choreography we rehearsed.

I'm sorry. l didn't mean to.

Is it your goal to get the attention of the international ballet scouts tonight?

Uh, yes, madame.

Then I strongly suggest that you follow the choreography that I have given you.

-This is cutting into my rehearsal time. -Shh!

I've seen other girls attempt to dance their own ideas...

...and I promise you that story does not end well.

I don't mean to, Madame Natasha.

I just get caught up in the music and the flow...

...and my feet just do their own thing.

You can do that "own thing" if you like, Miss Faraday...

-...but it won't get you anywhere. -I understand, madame.

You're a good dancer. You could be another Tara if you do as I say.

-Isn't that what you want? -Yes, madame.

Take five, everyone.

Are you okay?

-Dillon. -Thanks. I'm fine.

Come on, Kristyn. Let's get you some new shoes.

Hey, yo. Uh, madame. -Yes?

-She can do it. -What?

Tara, Tara, she can do the solo for that Faraday girl.

Oh! Ha-ha-ha.

Where are my manners? Hey, turkey jerky?

All protein, madame.

I'll set the line-up after rehearsal, as I please.

No one is in or out until l say so.

This is Tara's big night, so I don't want anything to spoil it.

Capiche?

The international ballet masters will see plenty of your daughter.

What else are they gonna see? Falling cows? Check.

An octopus in a milkmaid costume? Double check.

Is that the kind of programme you run--?

My programme is not in question here, Mr. Pennington.

Are we clear?

Ye--

Crystal.

Who's blasting the AC? It's freezing in here. Brr.

The temperature in here is perfect.

Hello? Madame Katerina? Madame Katerina?

Coming!

Oh, hi. Ha, ha. Madame Katerina, do we have any size fives?

Shoes?

Well, there should be some extras over by the Giselle costumes.

It'll take more than new shoes for me to make Madame Natasha happy tonight.

I was far from perfect.

Oh, nonsense, dear. I saw the whole thing.

Beautiful dancing. Like a butterfly.

When I'm dancing I know the choreography...

...but I get lost in the music and it starts to flow through me...

...and then new moves just start moving.

She's been this way forever, madame.

She knows every role and every step but when it's time to perform, she just....

Okay, there are no size fives here.

Try over in Swan Lake storage.

Giselle. I would give anything to dance Giselle.

Careful. We're not quite done with that one yet.

Tara's so lucky.

Madame will never trust me with a lead role.

But your milkmaid dance is a delight!

Oh. Just once l wish I could be Odette, Queen of the Swans.

I wanted that too, but Natasha got all the dancing talent in our family.

Yes! Size five!

Oh. Two.

The Snow Queen.

Our holiday production this year.

Does Tara wear this too?

-Not this one. Ha, ha. -Doesn't matter.

I'm sure I'll be wearing antlers and pulling a sleigh.

Ugh. Plenty of shoes, madame. But no fives.

-And all the stores are closed. -Oh, wait.

I might have something here.

They're beautiful.

They're for you, my dear.

-Thank you, madame. -Right size.

-Wrong colour. -No way! Pink is always in style.

You know, I bet l can bleach them to match your costume.

Don't you dare.

Madame, if you had these all along, why didn't you...?

Wow. These are some shoes.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Hailey, where are we and what am I wearing?

I have no idea and it looks like Tara's Giselle dress.

Tara's dress? Where did it come from?

Madame Katerina did the bodice and I did the skirt...

...but the fabric is from lndia, so technically--

No, I mean how did l get into this dress?

Uh, I guess the same way your hair turned strawberry blond.

What?

Wait!

I know that music.

Whoa.

These houses.

It's like we're in Giselle.

How could we be in Giselle?

I don't know, but if we are, the maidens are about to appear.

Look, the peasants are about to crown Giselle Queen of the Harvest!

-And there's Albrecht, the prince. Jerk.

Engaged to another girl and still trying to date Giselle.

Where's the nice guy, Hilarious or whatever?

Hilarion. He's hiding, I guess. Oh, of course he is.

And we're in a ballet and pigs are about to fly.

No. No flying pigs.

When the music ends, Giselle will come right out of that cottage!

Right now.

She's missing her cue.

Right now.

Where do you think she is?

Back at the costume shop?

Right now?

Oh....

Psst. Giselle.

Who's she talking to?

I think she's talking to you.

Me? I'm not Giselle.

You've got the dress and the hair, and a new pair of....

The shoes!

Dance now, ask questions later.

She's so beautiful. I must have her as my wife.

-So you're a peasant, huh? -What? Yes, that's correct.

Single, are you? No fiancée?

-No, no, no, of course not. -Ha-ha-ha. Of course not.

Not masquerading as a peasant to deceive Giselle into marrying you?

Oh, I'm sure I wouldn't know what you're talking about.

-Beef stew or foie gras? -Well, foie gras of course.

Aha!

That was awesome. Now let's get out of here.

These shoes. l love these shoes.

My darling, you are more beautiful today than ever before.

-Um.... Thank you. -Your eyes, blue as the sky...

-...your hair, kissed with strawberry-- -Oh, yeah, right. Ha, ha.

-I don't know why-- -And I've never seen you dance...

...like that before, or anyone else for that matter.

Giselle...

...this man is an imposter.

Look at his hands. Soft like a baby's behind.

Yes, yes, it's true. l'm royal. And rich.

And stunning. But is any of that my fault?

-No. -Providence shines down upon you today...

...as l give you the honour of accepting my proposal.

Oh, I think there's a little misunderstanding.

Exactly, Giselle and I are to be married tomorrow.

Ha, ha. That's hilarious.