Zarbie grinned big at the proceedings. It had all gone quite well because the former Lex Luthor had been eager to please. It was time to move on though. She clapped three times and chanted perkily. "Emitwohs!" As she did, her clothing changed, going from Vegas showgirl to something more akin to Vanna White. She was showroom Zarbie Doll for now. It was debatable whether Bimbette was actually an empty headed ditz who thought she was a floating blow up doll or if she was some sort of bimbo savant that just acted like one. If it was the latter, then she was secretly puppeting Zarbie. If it was the former, then Zarbie had just gone mad and THOUGHT she was channeling her mistress' whims. Either way, the magician made assistant was very dangerous.
She waved her hands and a holographic powerpoint presentation appeared. She continued to gesture to it like she was a showroom barker trying to sell a product. "Your new role in life, MISS Alexis, is to serve the goddess of the push up air, Bimbette! You lucky little minx you! And how we want you to serve is this!" The image changed to a smaller doll like version of the former Power Girl. "You'll be our dollmaker! You're in the toy business now, little Missy! Our toy business."
She clapped her hands excitedly as Bimbette just bobbed up and down vacantly. "You're going to put your money and your hidden smarts into this! A Bimbette doll for every parent with addicting infrared lights coming out of that big chest and mind-altering subliminals!" The image moved around as she made her pitch. "It's time to dumb down America and give them something worth staring at!" She was getting more and more animated as she went along.
"And we'll need one more thing too." Then her grin went from capitalistic glee to just a little wicked. The image change to small, portion accurate dolls of Nanny Contrary, Girl Scout, and Nary Black, Mighty maid's inner circle. "One of each, if you please, and do you ever! I'll do the voodoo that I do and we'll line them up on a shelf. Every night, Bimbette will hover up and down before them, sticking her 24-karat knockers in their faces until they're very receptive to her air." She put her hands together and batted her eyes sweetly. "It's for their own good of course! They wouldn't do any less for us." And to them too.