Bluey - Ghostbasket

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-Mum! -Mum!

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-Dad! -Dad!

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-Bingo! -Bingo!

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-Bluey! -Bluey!

Today's the day, Hugo. You're going to sell this house.

You can do it. Nothing else matters.

Hello, Mummy. Lovely day, isn't it?

I guess so.

So you're looking to buy a house?

Yes, I am. Are you the house-selling person?

Yes. And have I got the perfect house for you.

Ta-da!

It's a bit small.

It's bigger inside.

Janet: This episode of Bluey is called "Ghostbasket."

Notice the lovely period floorboards.

Hmm. Is anyone living here at the moment?

Yes, but they're not home.

-(children screaming) -(thuds)

Is everything okay?

Uh, I'll be right back.

What are you doing here?

You said you'd be at Lawn Bowls.

Phyllis had to cancel.

Yes. She was waterskiing.

Well, beat it, you old fossils.

I'm trying to sell this place.

We don't want you to sell this place.

-Yeah. -Look, we've been through this.

It's not up to me.

Your kids are sticking you in an old codgers home,

and they told me to sell it.

Those cheeky kids.

If you've got a problem, take it up with them.

But please let me get on with my job.

But we've lived in this house for 50 years.

No, you haven't. You won it in a raffle

at the surf club last April.

-Did we? -Yes.

Look, just stay out of my way, okay?

Okay, love, we will. (both laugh)

(clears throat) Please come in.

So here we have a lovely period--

-(screaming) -Get them off me!

Don't look them in the eye!

-Oh, biscuits! -What was that?

Nothing. Uh, let's just check out the kitchen, shall we?

Uh, oven, stove, fridge.

You got some drawers that can open and shut.

Alrighty, on to the living room.

Well, hang on. I like these worktops.

Is this silky oak?

-Here come the grannies! -No!

Okay. I was just asking.

Uh, why don't you check out the spacious dining room?

(grunts) I'll be right back.

What do you think you're doing?

-We told you. -You're not selling our house.

Look, relax. I don't think she's interested anyway.

-I'm interested. -Aaah!

-No! Bad grannies! -Oh, and who is this?

Oh, uh, this is...

-Rita and Janet. -And this is our house.

Not for long. I think I want to buy it.

-Really? -What?

-(indistinct whispering) -(laughs)

Well, dearie, has he told you about the--

Custom fittings in the en suite?

No, but I can, if you like.

Don't worry about it. I'm ready to buy it.

I haven't seen a single thing that would put me off.

(ghostly moaning) -Oh, no.

-What was that? -Nothing.

Um, let's go and see the bedrooms.

No, I definitely heard something.

That's just Ghostbasket.

-Ghost what? -Ghost nothing.

(ghostly moaning) Aah! Come on.

Let's go check out the sun-room.

Uh, this is the sun-room. Here's the room.

-And, uh, there's the sun. -(ghostly moaning)

Look, I really think I heard something back there.

-You did. -You didn't.

See? Nothing.

-(ghostly moaning) -Aah!

-Nothing! -(laughs)

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Please take in this colonial-style bathroom.

(ghostly moaning) Aah!

Oh, very nice.

Okay, let's get going, uh, out this original heritage window.

But we're on the second floor.

Try not to land on the well-landscaped garden.

I am not jumping out of a window.

(ghostly moaning) What keeps making that sound?

Ghostbasket.

-Janet! -Huh?

Ghostbasket comes with the house.

And I have to warn you, he doesn't like young people.

-Hugo? -Look, it's true.

The house is haunted by Ghostbasket.

I'm sorry. I should have told you earlier.

I just really wanted to sell this place.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

Let's get to the bottom of this.

Ah! No!

(ghostly moaning)

Whoop! (laughs)

-Here's your Ghostbasket. -Oh, hello, love.

-Huh? -Oh, Rita, what?

Wait a minute. You're Ghostbasket?

Yep! (laughs)

I've been trying to sell this house for six weeks,

but every single buyer has been scared away by Ghostbasket.

And it was you all along!

Oh, Rita, how could you?

Come here! This was your doing, wasn't it?

We don't want to leave!

Give us our house!

-I'll take it. -Huh?

-Really? -Yep.

-No! -Just get those grannies out

and we've got a deal.

Aah!

-Ow, my bottom. -Ow!

And here's your money. Thanks.

I did. I sold it. I sold it!

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

I'm the b--

Look, it's nothing personal.

Oh, yes, we know. It's just your job.

She seems like a nice lady.

Get those grannies off my lawn!

Well, maybe not.

-Upsy-daisy, Rita. -Thanks, Janet.

Come on. I guess we'll have to walk to the old grannies home.

Pardon?

I said we'll have to walk!

Oh, just baked beans, love.

Bye-bye.

(sad music plays)

-Wait. -Huh?

(sighs) For once in your life,

do exactly what I say.

(sighs) Home ownership.

-(ghostly moaning) -Huh?

Oh, no. It's a ghost wheelbarrow.

Whatever shall I do?

Ooh! Get out!

Oh, yes, of course.

I best get out of this house and never come back

because that's definitely a ghost wheelbarrow

and not just a couple of old--

-Hello, love. -Hello, love.

Grannies?

We just forgot Jeremy. So sorry.

We'll be out of your hair now.

But if you're there,

then that means this is actually a--

(ghostly moaning)

Ghost wheelbarrow!

(screaming)

-Hurray! -Hurray!

-Did it work? -Yes!

Thank you, young man.

-No worries. -(screaming)

Hugo: But look. I can't do this every time.

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