(people say stuff)
STRAWBERRY: Things are going fantastic at the Big Apple Berryworks. Apparently, every berry loves authentic down home baking!
RASPBERRY: (mockingly) Ooh, look at me! I'm a simple country berry! And I make simple pastries for simple people!
SOUR GRAPES: And I dress too matchy-matchy.
(Raspberry glares at her)
SOUR GRAPES: What? She does.
RASPBERRY: I don't care how she dresses! She is taking all of my customers! (straightens out her bow) We need to show this country bumpkin how things work in Big Apple City.
(Strawberry is taking something out of the oven)
RASPBERRY: Hi! We're your neighbors! I'm Raspberry Tart, and that's my truck over there. (points to Sour Grapes) Oh, and this is Sour Grapes.
STRAWBERRY: THAT'S your truck? Oh-em-gumdrops. So pristine...
RASPBERRY: It is nothing compared to this... thing you've got going on. You're the fresh new berry on the block!
STRAWBERRY: Thank you! So, what can I get you, new food truck friend? Strawberry pie? Strawberry strudel? And a strawbear? That's a new one.
RASPBERRY: We'll take EVERYTHING you've got left!
STRAWBERRY: Everything? EEEEEEEEEEE! Who did it? I sold out!
RASPBERRY: I hope this whole small town country berry thing doesn't get old.
STRAWBERRY: What do you mean?
RASPBERRY: Well, this is Big Apple City. You gotta keep things fresh, or customers just... move on. Country Berry is cute today, but if it starts to feel stale, it's...
SOUR GRAPES: Bye bye, berry.
(Strawberry looks teary-eyed, meanwhile, her friends walk over)
ORANGE: Shortcakes? What's wrong?
STRAWBERRY: I sold out of everything.
ORANGE: That's awesome!
STRAWBERRY: Awesome today... tomorrow? bye bye, berry.
LEMON: Hmm...
STRAWBERRY: My country berry bit will get old! Berries will get tired of my baking!
BLUEBERRY: The universe put you here for a reason. Why would you think that?
LIME: (looking at Raspberry) Mystery solved... look!
SOUR GRAPES: Come down to the Raspberry Supreme for authentic country treats. Yeehaw.
ORANGE: Oh, no they did not! Come on, Shortcakes, we're fixing this!
LIME: Raspberry Tart! What did you do?!
RASPBERRY: What? Berries like my authentic treats better than hers.
STRAWBERRY: YOUR treats? Those are my treats! You bought them and stole... my whole vibe!
RASPBERRY: How dare you! YOUR treats were strawberry! Mine are strawberry and raspberry and have a bow! See? Anyone can do country, and the berries have spoken.
WOMAN: Hello, Strawberry Shortcake! You're from the country, are these authentic?
STRAWBERRY: Well, the Berry who baked these definitely knew what she was doing. Maybe a bit heavy on the raspberries.
(says some southern stuff I can't transcribe)
STRAWBERRY: (to the audience) Raspberry made me feel like being myself wasn't enough, but then she tried to steal everything that made me me.
(the customers walk away)
STRAWBERRY: You can try passing my treats off as yours, but there's only one authentic Berryville baker in Big Apple City, and she's not going anywhere. (passes the strudel back to her) Bye bye, Berry!
RASPBERRY: I am going to squash that berry... (After fade to black) Well, go get me a napkin!