I thought this up in drama class and it's really weird. . . . Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ranger's Apprentice or Barbie.

Halt sighed and glared at his apprentice. "Will?"

"Yes, Halt?"

"What did I tell you about the marshmallows?"

"Don't eat the whole bag."

"So why did you eat the whole bag?"

"I didn't!"

"That's not what Gilan said."

"When's the last time you took Gilan seriously?"

Halt frowned. "Umm . . . I dunno. . . ."

Just then Crowley burst through the cabin door. "Halt! I just came up with the best idea!"

Halt rolled his eyes. "Oh, I just can't wait," he said sarcastically.

"We should make Ranger Barbie dolls!" Crowley exclaimed.

Halt groaned. "That has to be your worst idea yet."

Will shook his head. "Nuh-uh. Remember the Ranger beach towels guaranteed to make you look 'taller than ever'?"

Halt cringed. "That was awful."

"It wasn't too bad. But don't worry, girls everywhere will want to buy these one-of-a-kind dolls!"

They groaned. "That's what we're afraid of!" Halt shouted.

AT THE RANGER GATHERING LATER THAT YEAR. . .

Crowley banged a spoon against his coffee mug and stood up. "Rangers, I have a proposal to make!"

The Rangers glanced up from their food and eyed Crowley. Halt and Will shared glances and groaned.

"Our new project, Ranger Barbie dolls, is now under way!" The Rangers glowered at him, but Crowley continued. "I need our most famous Rangers, mainly Halt, Will, Gilan, and myself, to pose for these dolls. This will take place tomorrow morning." The Rangers sighed. This was going to be horrible.

THE NEXT MORNING. . . .

"Halt, hold still!" Crowley commanded. Halt scowled at him but stood still nevertheless.

Daniel, a new Ranger who had moderate drawing skills, went back to work. He glanced at Crowley. "Are we keeping them all at the same weight and size?" he asked.

Halt glared at them. "What is with all these people calling me fat?" he snarled.

"No one is calling you fat, Halt!" Crowley said, exasperated. "Why are you so touchy about that?"

"Apprentices," Halt said as if that explained everything, which it sort of did.

MEANWHILE WITH CROWLEY'S BUSINESS TEAM. . . .

Pauline sighed as she studied the chart that Alyss had delivered from one of Castle Redmont's most honored scribes and defense attorneys, a one George Carter. She glanced up at Alyss. "I don't know why Crowley thought this was a good idea."

Alyss shrugged. "You're the one who dated him."

"That was thirty years ago! Anyway, who wants Ranger Barbie dolls to begin with?"

"Well, in another world it seems to be common for there to be dolls of the most popular pop singers."

Pauline rolled her eyes. "We're taking these off the market. Go tell Crowley."

SEVERAL HOURS LATER. . . .

There was a soft knock on a wooden pole of the tent where Daniel was now drawing their last Ranger, Will. "Come in!" called Crowley.

A Ranger poked his head through the flap. "Telegram for you, Crowley."

Crowley reached out and took the telegram. He opened it and scanned the contents. "What do they mean they're getting rid of the product and firing me from head sales representative?!"

Crappy ending, but hopefully you enjoyed it anyway. Please review!