Robot Chicken, Season 4

[Chelsie and Grandma are knitting]

Mom:
Ma, don't teach Chelsie that girly crap! This isn't the dark ages. [gives the Barbie doll to Chelsie] Here.

Grandma:
Ohh, and the fashion doll with big watermelon boobs teaches the right lessons, huh? That's-That's what going on?

Mom:
Barbie is a frickin' race car driver these days, Ma! She bungee jumps in Paracelsus, and I think there's even a bomb disposal robot accessory.

Chelsie:
Thank you for the Barbie. [pulls the sting on the Barbie's back]

Barbie:
[voice box] Girls could do anything. Especially, men. Let me be absolutely clear about that.

Chelsie:
All right, Barbie! Lets have adventures!

[One hour later, the Doctor pulled the blanket to show Mom and Grandma that Chelsie died]

Mom:
[gasps] That's her! That's my little girl... [crying]

Grandma:
How did this happen?!

Doctor:
Well, Chelsie's race car hit the wall in its speeds in excess of two hundred miles in hour. So, pfft.

Grandma:
Race car?! Where did she get a race car?!

Doctor:
Girls these days have all sorts of adventures, mam. This isn't the dark ages.

Grandma:
She was eight years old!

Mom:
At least, she died doing what she loved, Ma!

Grandma:
SHE LOVED KNITTING!

Doctor:
Yes, that's lovely. Now, that you could fill out some forms. [walks with Chelsie's mom]

Grandma:
[crying] Oh, Chelsie. [to the destroyed Barbie doll] This is your fault! [crying] Whore!

[The screen zooms horrifying with the evil laugh sound]