I'm a doll. What else do you need to know? Nosey, eh? I'm not some no-navel, whiny, crying, saying "Mama" doll. The rumors that I used to hang out with some lame chick named Kim are lies! Truth is, I got away from some little brat while she was looking at... who know? Barney? Those bears that call each other 'Sister' and 'Brother' - get a name already! All I know is I escaped. Not before the kid cut my hair and streaked it purple - she got half my face in the process. I liked the look, just didn't like to think where it might be headed, so I headed - OUT! That's all I'm telling you. Go ahead. Move along.