It is an absolutely wonderful Barbieland made of plastic. Life there is safe, but in one morning line-up the Queen has to listen to the well-known fatal words: "You my Queen are the fairest in the world but Dennis-Dolly is even fairer..." All happens as in the well-known fairy-tale. To the point where Dolly's new friends - the old abandoned dolls - are faced with a problem: which of them is the divine Dolly when the only identifying features on them are their clothes and accessories? Is this worth dying for?