Bluey - Chest
Chest Transcript
All: Bingo!
Bluey!
(recorder playing)
Knock knock.
Bluey, that's a bit loud, honey.
-Sorry. -Knock knock.
-Who's there, hon? -Potato.
Bluey, too loud. Potato who?
Potato drives a car to the potato shop
and buys a potato.
(laughs)
That's a good one, Bingo.
-(note squeaks) -Bluey!
-Sorry. -Knock knock.
Hey, kids, I'm back from my haircut.
-Dad! -Right.
Dinner's in the slow cooker, and they've had afternoon tea.
I need 20 minutes where no one comes near me.
-What? -Oh. Yeah. Okay.
Come on, kids, daddy-daughter time.
-Hooray! -And you've got a mullet!
She said they were back in.
-Is Mom okay? -Yep.
Did we do something wrong?
-And what's a mullet? -No, you didn't.
And it's a type of haircut
that cool people are starting to get again.
Does she wish she never had us?
No, Bluey. Of course not.
She just needs 20 minutes.
Ha! Nice mullet, Bandit. (laughs)
I'm just going to see if she's okay.
Whoa. Hey, hey. No. don't do that.
Stay here.
You can watch me do the can-can.
(vocalizes)
(laughs)
I'm going to see Mom.
No, no, no. Wait.
Isn't there some sort of game that you always want to play
that I can't stand?
-Yes. -Right.
-Well, let's play that. -What, for real life?
Oh, hang on. What is it again?
-Sheepdog! -(groans) That's right.
This episode of Bluey is called "Sheepdog."
Come on, Sheepdog. Come on.
-(bleats) -(giggles)
-(bleats) -Have some grass, Sheepdog.
Chomp, chomp, chomp.
No, you have to eat it for real life.
Aww, look at your big fluffy coat.
Ooh, let's put a ribbon in his hair.
Ooh, yeah. Where is the ribbon?
I don't know. I'll ask Mom.
(bleats worriedly)
(giggles) Out of the way, Sheepie.
(bleating)
Mom!
(bleats)
(bleats)
Mom!
Mom! Where are you?
Bluey, help!
(bleating)
What's going on?
He went on, and now he can't get off.
Sheep don't go on trampolines.
Here, Sheepie, Sheepie.
I've got some nice grass for you.
He doesn't like grass.
Well, how are we gonna get him off?
(doorbell rings)
Ooh, someone's at the door.
Don't worry. Mom will get it.
(bleats)
Hey. Sheep can't walk.
Hi. How would you like to save $200 a year on your energy bill?
(bleats)
Excuse me?
(bleats)
Uh, is there someone else I could talk to?
I'll go get my mom.
(bleats)
-Let go. -Ribbon.
Uh, I'll come back another time.
I know what you're doing.
You don't want me to see Mom.
Well, it's not gonna work.
-There. -(bleats)
Where are you going now, Sheepie?
Mom?
Are you in there?
Yes, Bluey. I'm in here.
I'm sorry for whatever I did to upset you.
You didn't do anything to upset me, sweetheart.
Then why don't you want to see us?
I do want to see you.
But it can be hard work looking after kids.
Sometimes, moms just need 20 minutes.
I don't understand.
You will one day, sweetheart.
-Ah! No, Sheepie, no! -(bleats)
What is that about?
Dad's trying to stop me from bothering you.
Oh. I see.
-But it won't work. -(laughs)
Wendy: (gasps) What's going on?
(gasping) Wendy!
Go, go, go!
Stop that. Shoo.
You naughty sheep.
Sheepie, no!
-(bleats) -Drop it!
-Drop it. -(bleats)
Drop it.
You are a very cheeky sheep.
I'm sorry, Wendy.
He doesn't listen to what anyone says.
-(bleats) -That's it.
I'm getting Chilli.
(bleats)
Sheepie, no!
-(bleats) -WENDY: Chilli?
Oh, dear.
That will not happen twice.
(bleats softly)
(growls)
(bleats)
Chilli!
Stop!
He doesn't want you to yell to mom.
Why not?
Because Mom said, "I just need 20 minutes
where no one says anything to me."
Then, she went to her bedroom and closed the door.
Oh. I see.
And this sheep has been making sure no one bothers her.
(bleats)
I think she wishes she didn't have children.
That is not true, my love.
Why don't you kids go upstairs and play with Judo?
I'll look after your sheep for you.
For real life? Are you sure?
Yes. I know a bit about sheep.
My granddad was a shearer, you know.
What's a shearer?
A shearer is someone who gives sheep haircuts--
which is good timing.
(bleats)
-Thanks, Wendy. -(bleats)
Oh. Yeah.
Don't worry, Sheepie. We still love you.
It's just... it's hard work looking after you.
They just need 20 minutes.
Yeah. Bye.
(bleats)
-I'll get the clippers. -(frightened bleat)
(sighs)
Hello?
Hi, Mom.
Oh. Hi, girls.
Did you have a good 20 minutes?
I did, thanks.
Me, too.
Where's your dad?
(bleats)
Oh, pipe down, you big sook.
(bleats)
Uh, hi, Wendy.
Oh. Hi, Chilli.
How are you feeling, doll?
Oh, I'm good, thanks.
Oh, that's the shot. Sit still.
(bleats)
Um... is everything okay?
-(bleats) -Yep. All good, here.
Just sorting out this mullet.
-(bleats) -Oh. Thanks.
You go relax.
I'll pop him over the fence when he's done.
Um, okay. Thanks, Wendy.
-See you, Mom. -(bleats)
Oh, yeah yeah yeah.
(bleats)