Barbie and the Closet

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NARRATOR (GEORGE):
The Toy Museum never really sleeps.
It sighs. It settles. It adjusts its labels.
But somewhere, between the glass cases and the security cameras, the night gets… strange.

Previously, the Night Watchman met a bear who smelled like home.
Tonight, he’s walked into a different kind of dream—
one made of high heels, sequins, and an alarming number of tiny pink shoes.

[Footsteps slow. A light switch clicks. A faint, glamorous “whoosh” of spotlights.]

NIGHT WATCHMAN:
…Oh.
Wow.

NARRATOR:
He has found the Barbie gallery.

Rows of dolls in glittery boxes.
Outfits on miniature hangers.
Convertible cars. Dream houses.
An entire closet that looks like it exploded
and politely arranged itself into product lines.

NIGHT WATCHMAN (softly):
Teddy, I owe you an apology.
I thought your shelf was intense.
[Small, sparkling chime – your “toy waking” sound.]

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