Too bad Barbie didn't have a hidden camera back in 1988, on the night her friend Skipper vanished. Went to a slumber party at Barbie's dreamhouse in Malibu, and was never seen again. Cops couldn't pin anything on Barbie or her on-again, off-again boyfriend Ken, but certainly there were questions: whose bloody glove was found in the pink convertible? Why was there one pink golf club missing? Why does a woman whose knees are totally unable to bend own a ladder? I wouldn't be surprised to find out the feds have been wiretapping and installing hidden cameras all over Barbie's mansion. Which, by the way, she never explained how she paid for. She's an incurable job hopper --nurse, attorney, teacher, businesswoman, even a cop! Maybe the rumors are true, and Barbie's financing her lavish lifestyle by being a major distributor, possibly even a kingpin, in the hugely successful Malibu drug racket! It would explain why the DEA keeps seizing sporty speedboats carrying packages of pink cocaine.
