(Story might not be suitable for younger readers.)
As you might have guessed from the title of the story, Barbie has had the wonderful idea of going camping for three weeks, surrounded by serenading birds, fresh air, and awe-inspiring views. Ken, being a dutiful boyfriend (and the manliest of men, of course), he naturally had to go along and play the role of Survivalist Guy.
However, the only thing Ken had found himself surrounded by was the awful, crooked serenade of Barbie's constant whining about wanting to take take a shower or get her nails done or go to the spa or how her gray roots were showing so she needed to dye her hair again, so he simply swallowed some poisonous berries he had found while going to get some water. So here we are, four hours later. . .