Bluey - Puppets

(up-tempo music plays)

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-Mum! -Mum!

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-Dad! -Dad!

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-Bingo! -Bingo!

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-Bluey! -Bluey!

(Calypso narrating) One day, Indy's class were making animals out of beeswax.

The Terriers were making piranhas.

(chomping)

Bluey was making a whale.

Winton was...

-(sneezes) -Ah!

Booger!

-(class) Ew! -(Winton giggles)

Calypso: Well, Winton was Winton.

And Indy, the hero of this story, was making a horse.

She worked at it very hard.

First, she made the horse's body,

then its legs.

Then, she made the tail, and finally, the head.

Horsie.

(neighing)

Calypso: She was very pleased with it.

-Hey, Bluey, look. -Oh, wow.

Calypso: But there was a problem.

That's a great cow, Indy.

Cow?

Calypso: Indy's horse looked like a cow.

Nice cow, Indy.

It's not a cow. It's a horse.

No, that's a cow.

Winton

-Yes? -Ah!

-Winton. -(Winton giggles)

Winton, why can't you just be good?

'Cause I'm not good.

-CALYPSO: Indy was very upset. -(Winton hi-ya's beeswax)

She was so upset

when her teacher came to see if she was all right,

Indy said...

I don't want to make animals

out of beeswax ever again.

Oh, goodness me.

Tell me why, Indy?

Because my horse looks like a cow.

And why do you think that is?

Because...

Calypso: And then, Indy said

something very sad.

I'm not very good.

(blows raspberry) Plop!

(laughs)

Calypso: So, rather than work at it,

Indy never made anything out of beeswax ever again.

Indy: What? Why?

Calypso: Because she told herself she wasn't very good.

Indy: Oh, yeah, I did. And it's true. I'm not.

Calypso: The end.

(Winton grunts mischievously)

Indy: I don't like that story, Calypso.

Calypso: Me neither. But it's your story.

I liked how I was in it,

Indy: I don't like how Indy gives up.

Calypso: Well, why don't you tell a different story?

Yeah. And make me really muscle-y, please.

Indy: Um, okay.

Boop!

(Indy narrating) This episode of "Bluey"

is called "Stories."

Indy: Once upon a time, there was a kid called "Indy,"

who thought she was no good at anything.

I'm not very good at anything.

But then, Winton came in.

(blows raspberry) Plop!

Calypso: Now, Winton could be a pickle sometimes,

-but he had a very kind heart. -(Winton 'doots' his pecks)

Indy: He said to Indy...

You are good at things, Indy. Really.

I'm not. Look. My horse looks like a cow.

-Moo! -Winton!

Sorry.

Well, I still say you're good at things.

Calypso: Was Indy going to believe Winton?

-Yes. -(all) Hooray!

Can you help me, Winton?

Okay. (shreds wicked guitar solo)

Calypso: I told you Winton had a kind heart.

Indy: So, Winton and Indy tried to figure out

what was wrong with Cow-Horse.

Is it the color?

Eh, I don't think so.

I know. We should find a picture of a cow, and look at it.

Oh, yeah. (hums levitation powers)

Calypso: Ooh, I'm liking this story.

Indy: Me, too.

"Cinderella," no.

"Three Little Pigs."

Ooh, Winton, "Old MacDonald."

He's got a cow, doesn't he?

Let me check.

♪ Old MacDonald had a farm ♪

♪ E-i-e-i-o ♪

♪ And on that farm, he had a... ♪

-Cow! Yes! -Cow! Yes!

♪ E-i-e-i-o ♪

(both laugh)

Winton: Hmm. They definitely look the same as each other.

Hang on. We already knew that.

Oh, yeah.

We need to know what a horse looks like.

See if Old MacDonald has a horse.

Chicken. Duck. Pig.

Oh. No horse.

-Aw. -That's very strange.

-Winton...

Why wouldn't Old MacDonald have a horse?

-Winton? -Maybe it ran away.

-Winton! -Yes?

Why don't I just say my horse is a cow?

But it's not a cow. It's a horse.

I know, but it's not a very good horse.

But it is a pretty good cow.

Calypso: As well as having a kind heart,

and being really muscle-y,

Winston was as honest as they come.

No, Indy. It's a horse.

Well, it will be.

We just have to work at it.

But we don't have a picture of a horse.

No, but I've got a better idea.

-Come on. -(Winton boops into a car)

Winton: Oh, by the way, Winton could also transform into a car.

Indy: They asked Calypso if they could go see Major Tom,

the horse who lived next door.

-(Winton boops back into a dog) -Hold up your cow-horse, Indy.

Okay.

Indy: Suddenly, it was all so clear.

Winton: It's the neck! It's the neck!

It's too short!

Horses have long necks.

We sure do.

-Hooray! -Hooray!

Thanks, Major Tom.

No worries! And Winton, Old MacDonald does have a horse,

but she was on holiday when they wrote the book.

Oh.

Indy: Now, they were ready

to fix Cow-Horse.

Rolling beeswax is easy with these big muscles.

Thanks, Winton.

Bye-bye cow, and hello...

horse!

Hooray!

Nice giraffe.

Oh, no!

We turned Cow-Horse into a Giraffe-Horse.

I'm sorry. It's my fault.

I'm just not very good.

Waah!

Calypso: Indy was back where she started.

But what story was she gonna tell herself this time?

♪ Old MacDonald had a farm ♪

♪ E-i-e-i-o ♪

♪ And on that farm, he had a... ♪

Giraffe-Horse!

(both) ♪ E-i-e-i-o

♪ With a, um... ♪

♪ Quack quack here, and a quack quack there. ♪

Calypso: Okay. Okay. Then, what happened?

Indy: So, they worked at it some more.

(humming "Old McDonald")

We just made the neck too long.

There.

Horse!

(all cheering)

Victory!

(laughter and giggling)

Thanks for your help, Winton.

That's okay. I told you you were good.

I think you're good, too.

Aww. That's nice.

What should we call him?

"Major Tom"?

(screams)

(all) Hi, Major Tom.

Yeah. Major Tom!

(blows raspberry)

(all laughing)

Indy: And they both lived happily ever after.

The end.

Calypso: Much better.

(happy music)

(blows raspberry)

Plop!

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