A/N: Yo Bratz fans, how's it going? This is Cinerea Mayia here with a new short story for you to read! (the Bratz section needs some new content, considering it has been abandoned for a long time) I got the idea for this in 2010 and it's actually my very first story in English (excluding song parodies), so I could really use some reviews. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bratz.

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Kaycee-cool

Chapter 1

It was another sunny day in Stylesville. Eitan was working at the Smoothy Bar, Fianna and Roxxi were hanging outside the Movie Theatre, discussing the brand-new chokers they got from Accessoreez, Dylan was posing around the park for all his... fans to admire and all the stores were full of new scorchin' fashions. Everything was normal... Well, almost everything.

There was one specific place in the city, where no one ever went. It was Nose Job Heaven, and it was... well, exactly what its' name said. The perfect place to get a nose job. But the huge list of patients, that the ambitious owners of Nose Job Heaven had prepared, was always empty, accept for one loyal costumer: the patient with the number 00000000001. That was Kaycee and that not-so-normal day, was not-so-normal, because it was the day when she visited that place for the last time.

As Kaycce stepped outside, the sun shined down on her. She was wearing her classic pink dress and shoes and had her usual hairstyle. Everything about her was as normal as ever, but... Wait a minute, where was the one thing that made everyone see that it was her and not Kirstee? Kaycee smiled with pride and said out loud: "Goodbye bandage days, hello free nose days! Yah!"

As she strutted her way back to the office, she felt like a real Beauty Queen. Of course she now was much prettier than her twin sister! No doubt about it! She could be flirtatious with boys and make other girls jealous of her good looks. Everyone would now turn their heads to admire her pretty little nose! Oh, yah! Life could be so pinkelicious, but no...


When she finally reached the office of the infamous Your Thing magazine, all her utopic fantasies were shattered, as was a plate of french fries that were (accidentally) sent to Burdine. The office was a mess: the printer had blocked and didn't stop bringing out countless copies of the same article entitled: 'Pink is the New Black, so Shut Up and Wear It!' A4 papers were scattered all across the room and Kirstee was struggling to pick them up, while Royale was chewing down a cushion and the phone kept ringing annoyingly.

Kaycee gulped and casually proceeded into the room, when she noticed Burdine staring at her with a creepily pleasant expression on her face. "Oh, Kaycee dear! I see you did remember to come to work after all!" she told her, in an unusually calm voice.

"I'm so sorry! Something important came out." the girl rushed to explain "I hope you're not... mad at me?"

"Mad? On the contrary darling, I feel so honoured you decided to grace us with you presence today."

Wow! Her perfect new nose was already gaining her respect! "Like thanks! I wouldn't miss it."

"Oh, I'd hate it if you did. You are so very important to us, you know." continued Burdine, getting Roayale's attention. "Something important, you say? Would you like me to, perhaps reduce your working hours, so you don't miss any of your... important business?"

"Oh, I don't wanna put you in trouble, but still, I wouldn't mind, if you did. I could really use some spare time for, like myself." said Kaycee, starting to like the idea of her going shopping, instead of ironing Burdine's countless pink suits. Kirstee could make it perfectly on her own!

"Of course, my darling!" replied Burdine, gritting her teeth at the word 'darling', before proceeding. "I'll have this arranged for you in no time! Now tell me, is there anything else I could do for you?

"Now that you mention it, I remember asking you for some wage hike, sometime ago. You know, just a few extra blingz I think I more than deserve, after all my hard work here." responded an over-confident Kaycee. "I mean, judging by all your bad plastic surgeries, people must laugh at you and think you're closefisted, so unless you wanna be called a cheapskate, you'd better pay-" but before she could finish, she was interrupted.

"Excuse me dear, but there's something I really want to ask you... ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?" Kaycee was taken aback at the sudden change of her boss, as she was now red with anger "You are late at work, you haven't even finished your article for the next issue and on top of it all, you have the nerve to complaint, you moronic twit! Now get to work already!" Burdine screamed hysterically, as she sent her assistant to join her sister.

Kaycee decided not to let that rude scolding ruin her good mood and approached Kirstee, who had been watching the argument frustrated. "Hey sis, did you notice anything different in me?"

Kirstee stopped picking up the papers and gave her a good look. "Nah, you look as stupid as always."

"Hey, who did you call stupid, you stupid?"

"You, stupid! You!"

"No, you!"

"No, you!"

Just at the moment when the two were about to pull each other's hair, Burdine screamed once more: "Will you two stupids stop arguing and fix that machine, before all the ink runs out!?"

They just nodded and ran to the printer. While Kirstee tried to figure out the buttons, Kaycce simply pulled the wire out of the socket and the photocopies stopped coming out.


A few minutes later, everything was back to normal and the twins were cleaning the mess. Burdine was now attacking the french fries and thinking of ways to destroy the Bratz."I got it!" she exclaimed at a random moment, standing up from her throne-like chair for a dramatic effect. "We're gonna blow those Bratz away, by tricking them with their own tricks. To the Secret Meeting Room!" she went on, pressing a button at the bottom of one of her life-sized portraits, at the left of her office. In an instant, the portrait moved upwards, revealing a dark room, with a long pink table and a projector. (of the same color, of course!)

"All this time, we had a secret meeting room? I swear, this button wasn't here yesterday." muttered Kirstee, as she and her twin stepped inside.

"Listen up you two!" commanded Burdine, turning on the projector, explayining her "brilliant" new plan and showing some slides as she did so. "First, we design and print a 'Sales' flyer, so funky, that none of these four fashion victims will be able to resist! Then, we drop it outside their office door, so they can find it easily. Next, while they're gone, one of you sneaks into their badly decorated office and steals all the material of their next issue, so we can publish it instead and BAM! We'll get rid of them and their pathetic little magazine for good! Hahahahaha! Oh and they'll also be publicly humiliated for chasing after non-existent sales... heh, so embarssing."


A few more minutes passed and Kirstee had already designed the "so funky" flyer on her computer, without Kaycee's help, as her sister had more important things in mind.

"Um, Burdine?" asked Kaycee "Did you notice that I removed my-"

"Yeah yeah, I noticed that you removed the printer's wire and now it doesn't do anything! Get it working now, so we can go on with the plan!"

"But-"

"Now Kaycee!" the poor Tweevil did as she was told. She didn't want Birdface to bite her with that ugly beak of hers.

Unfortunately, the first thing the printer did after it was brought back to life, was to release all the ink that was left in it straight at Burdine! It was the first time that something didn't hit Kaycee's nose, but the result was much worse...

"Uh, Mother of Pink!" Burdine was filled from head to heel with ink: her hair, her face, her dress, EVERYTHING was now blue, red, green and black. Black? That was the color she hated the most! "KAYCEEEEEE!" her angry shout was heard in the whole floor of the building. "You stupid brickbrain nincompoop! Look what you've done now!"

"My dress!" gasped Kirstee, who had been soaked with ink as well. "You are like, totally useless sis!"

"B-b-b-but I-"

"Get out Kaycee! Out-out-out-out-out! You're fired!" yelled Burdine, trying to clean her face with a piece of paper.

"Like what? You can't fire me, if you don't fire Kirstee too!"

"Of course I can you fool! I am Burdine Maxwell, founder, president, editor-in-chief and the REIGNING QUEEN OF FASHION! I can do anything I want in here, 'cause it's MY MAGAZINE, you hear me!?"

"Besides Kaycee, we'll be much better without you." added Kirstee, while her sister was looking at her for some help. "Get out already!"

Kaycee stood there for one single second. "You know what? I'm so tired of you both! You don't fire me! I quit!" she shouted, as she burst out crying and ran away...

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Poor Kaycee! Could things get any worse for her? Please let me know what you're thinking! And bonus sneak peek of the next chapter to whoever identifies the famous villainess reference I've included in this chapter. See you soon!