Barbie and Joe
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twispiteficTitle: Barbie and Joe
Author: Elisserion
Fandom: Feminist Fairy Tales
Rating: G
Word Count: 366
Inspiration: Chapter 9, "Barbidol". Also, my own childhood toys.
Summary: A fashion doll and an action figure find love.
Barbie and G.I. Joe didn't have very much in common. No one could understand why they were spending so much time together.
The fashion dolls thought G. I. Joe was uncouth and violent. He looked clumsy, out-of-place, when he attended tea parties in the dollhouse. Besides, he wasn't even as tall as Barbie was. Couldn't she see she belonged with other fashion dolls? Ken was literally made for her.
The action figures thought Barbie was shallow and stuck-up and brainless. She wore high heels everywhere and she cried when she got mud on her sleeve. Why was G. I. Joe wasting his time with her?
So Barbie and G.I. Joe climbed into the hot pink So In Style car and drove far, far away, all the way to the living room. They lived in a secret lunar base for a while, and then in an apartment above a Parisian patisserie. The other dolls thought this was stupid because the apartment was clearly a breadbox. It didn't even have furniture. So G. I. Joe built chairs out of styrofoam cups and a bed from an old tissue box.
But they didn't have time to sit around on furniture. They had to fend off alien invasions. (Barbie designed their army's uniforms.) And after they'd brought peace to the galaxy and been awarded all the medals that the President could think of, they had to go off and hunt for buried treasure in the deserts of North Africa.
(They never did find the treasure. Nobody could remember where in the sandbox it was buried.)
But it didn't matter. They adopted six dogs. The dogs didn't care whether G.I. Joe was too short or Barbie could wear flats. Barbie threw charity galas to raise money for orphans, and G.I. Joe taught the orphans about fire safety. They had picnics out by the river, using leaves for plates and feasting on wild blackberries.
The paint wore off the back of G.I. Joe's head. Barbie lost her high-heeled shoes, and her once-shiny blond hair was grayish and frowzy. They were very happy; and if they're not dead, then they're living there still.
Author: Elisserion
Fandom: Feminist Fairy Tales
Rating: G
Word Count: 366
Inspiration: Chapter 9, "Barbidol". Also, my own childhood toys.
Summary: A fashion doll and an action figure find love.
Barbie and G.I. Joe didn't have very much in common. No one could understand why they were spending so much time together.
The fashion dolls thought G. I. Joe was uncouth and violent. He looked clumsy, out-of-place, when he attended tea parties in the dollhouse. Besides, he wasn't even as tall as Barbie was. Couldn't she see she belonged with other fashion dolls? Ken was literally made for her.
The action figures thought Barbie was shallow and stuck-up and brainless. She wore high heels everywhere and she cried when she got mud on her sleeve. Why was G. I. Joe wasting his time with her?
So Barbie and G.I. Joe climbed into the hot pink So In Style car and drove far, far away, all the way to the living room. They lived in a secret lunar base for a while, and then in an apartment above a Parisian patisserie. The other dolls thought this was stupid because the apartment was clearly a breadbox. It didn't even have furniture. So G. I. Joe built chairs out of styrofoam cups and a bed from an old tissue box.
But they didn't have time to sit around on furniture. They had to fend off alien invasions. (Barbie designed their army's uniforms.) And after they'd brought peace to the galaxy and been awarded all the medals that the President could think of, they had to go off and hunt for buried treasure in the deserts of North Africa.
(They never did find the treasure. Nobody could remember where in the sandbox it was buried.)
But it didn't matter. They adopted six dogs. The dogs didn't care whether G.I. Joe was too short or Barbie could wear flats. Barbie threw charity galas to raise money for orphans, and G.I. Joe taught the orphans about fire safety. They had picnics out by the river, using leaves for plates and feasting on wild blackberries.
The paint wore off the back of G.I. Joe's head. Barbie lost her high-heeled shoes, and her once-shiny blond hair was grayish and frowzy. They were very happy; and if they're not dead, then they're living there still.
