Daddy Steve: Here in Gregoropolis, work continues at a feverish pace in preparation for the secret event at the end of the month. Today, the girls were digging out some vintage Frido fashions from their wardrobe.
Oliver: What's all that noise coming from the girls' room?
Giancarlo: I think they're having a little disagreement about something.
Oliver: Should we go find out what's wrong?
Giancarlo: Oh, no, not a wise idea. Best to let them work it out themselves.
Wyatt: Yeah, we should definitely stay out of it.
Holly Belle: Alright girls, you all have the outfits you will be wearing.
Daphne: I don't know, Holly Belle. This is a bit farmer-ish for an aristocratic girl like me.
Holly Belle: Now Daphne, even Marie Antoinette liked to dress up as a peasant girl sometimes.
Daphne: Well...I suppose...
Daisy: You're quite sure this dress is pink, and not beige?
Holly Belle: Yes, dear, it's pink.
Daisy: It looks sort of beige in this light.
Holly Belle: No, it's pink.
Daisy: You know I don't wear beige.
Holly Belle: Definitely pink.
Daisy: Barbara Cartland always said that beige makes women look like baked potatoes.
Holly Belle: PINK!
Holly Belle: Oh come on, Rhoda! Won't you cooperate just this once?!
Rhoda: No way! I don't wear dresses!
Holly Belle: Oh, I give up! This whole thing is a shambles!
Ann Marie: Calm down, HB. It will all work out fine. And I think I know a way to reach a compromise with Rhoda...