It so happened that one day, Lowkey, the trickster god, was tired of the pink perfection of Barbieland. He designed a perfect smokeless fire pit, for burning wood pellets, and using a solid pellet starter.
For burning pellets it needed lots of air holes, and a chamber beneath to collect the ashes from the screened area above. This gave many of us in Barbieland a fine fire for cold Springs.
But, as Lowkey knew, Ken decided to have a dramatic show for his lovely ladies. Although Barbie had all the brains in the land, she let Ken be incharge of fires, because it made him feel good.
For the starter Ken poured on a litre of gasoline. Now, he gathered all the ladies, for the expected 10 foot whoosh of flame, just like a rock concert. Little did he know that Evil Physics was working its magic. Inside the lower chamber, the gas dripped through and created the perfect air-fuel mixture for a mega-bomb.
On the count of three, he dramatically dropped the match. BOOM! Fire shot out all the air holes, melting all the plastic ladies, sagging down to the knees. Nothing happened to them, they just went back to their PLASTIC surgeons, and got fixed again. But the shoes were ruined.
When the good government of Barbieland heard about this, they went "OOOOH NOOO! The Jimineychoochoos!" They issued a recall of all the fire pits, and those of us who had practically burned out theirs, got all their money back.
Now, this is a fable, and could never happen here.