With Barbie,
you can be whatever you want to be!
You can be a rock star.
Awesome!
You can be a babysitter.
Goochie goo!
Or
you can be a physicist
who creates a nuclear weapon that reshapes the fabric of society.
What?
It's Oppenheimer Barbie!
Whoa!
The father of the atomic bomb!
Time to go to work.
Instructions for nuclear fission!
A dooms day button!
And real plutonium!
It glows in the dark!
Don't forget to put on your hazmat suit
or you could get exposed to radiation poisoning.
Ah man!
There's a hole in my suit.
Cool!
My hand feels tingly.
And the fun doesn't stop at work.
Don't forget about
Oppenheimer's nuclear family dreamhouse!
You're late.
Late?
If I don't do this, it will be too late for all of us!
I never asked for this life!
But Oppenheimer can't do this alone.
He's got his friends.
Albert Einstein!
E = mc^2
President Truman!
Let's end this war.
Matt Damon!
Zero would be nice.
And...
Shang-Chi!
I'm not Shang-Chi.
I'm Ken!
Whatever, Shang-Chi.
You know
I lived in China for half a year
and it's unlike any other place on earth.
Come on, Bobby.
Let's go party.
Hang on a sec.
Have you guys thought about the ramifications
this level of destruction could have on thousands, if not millions,
of innocent people and the world it would leave in its wake?
That Shang-Chi is a buzzkill, yeah?
Kids?
What are you doing?
Grappling with ethical dilemmas.
Let's do it!
Three
Two
One!
Now,
you can become death, destroyer of worlds.
It's Oppenheimer Barbie!
I keep an eye out for Cold War Barbie
coming next spring.