Copycat ( Script)

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Oh, man. Oh, man. -Huh? -Huh? Are you copying me? Are you copying me? -Oh, boy. -Oh, boy. This episode of Bluey is called Copycat. -Ohh! -Oh! Ha! Hoo, huh, ha, hoo, heh, bl-l-l-oh! Awoo! Ha! Glurble, glurble, glargh! Aaaaah! I am Bluey, and I stink like a monkey's butt. I am Bluey, and I stink like a monkey's butt. Well, good that we can agree on that, then. Time for my morning walk. Time for my morning walk. I like to walk really far! And I like to walk like this! Like those guys in the Olympics. -A-doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo! Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo! Morning, Wendy! Do you know I like to smack my bum as hard as I can? Ooh! Oww! Ooh! Aah! Ungh! Unh! Aah! Ow! Ooh! Aah! Ow! Unh! Aah! Where were you on that one? Where were you on that one? -Grrr! -Raarr! Stop copying me! Hey Dad, stop. It's a bird! But it's on the ground. It's a little budgie. Is it okay? Hmm...no, it looks hurt. -What do we do? -We'd better get him some help. -Here, come here -- -Ow! -Ooh! He nipped me! Toughen up, Bandit! He's scared. Bluey, run inside and get a shoe box and a tea towel to make a little bed for him. Okay. Um, which one? Big Ben or Outback? Hurry up, Bluey! Outback. Come here. Ooh, be careful! He's as light as a feather. There you go, little mate. Warm and toasty. What do we do now? We got to the vet. Are birds meant to drive in cars? No, they usually fly. What if the seatbelt doesn't fit? Don't worry, I know just what to do. You're a good seatbelt, Dad. -Thanks. It's green, mate! Get off your phone! -Aah! Keep being a seatbelt! -Oh! Watch out for cars. Excuse me, we found this little fella. I think a cat might have got to him. Oh, thank you. Come here, little one. I'll get him to our vet. Good luck, little mate. Blap. Will the budgie be okay? I don't know. He looked pretty knocked around. I hope he is. I'm sorry. It's bad news, I'm afraid. The little budgie d*ed. Oh. Okay. Aw, sorry, kiddo. Come here. -Dad? -Yes, mate? I don't want the budgie to have d*ed. I know. Me neither. But there's nothing we can do. It's out of our hands. Are you sure he won't get better? Yeah, I'm sure. Oh, Bluey. ♪ Dee, doo, doo, doo, dee, doo, dee-doo-doo ♪ -Bingo? -Yeah? Can you pretend to be a budgie? Okay. Tweet, tweet! Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo. Tweet! Tweet! Oh, g'day, little fella. You look hurt. We best get you some help. Bingo, you have to nip me. -Okay. -Ow! Bingo! -That wasn't a nip! That was a chomp! Rrreee! Toughen up, Bluey. I'll get you a shoe box. Tweet, tweet! Tweeet! Come on, little mate. -Oh! Light... as a...feather! -Ooh! -Tweet! -Rrreee! There you go, little mate. You'll be nice and toasty in here. Tweet! Now let's get you to the vet! -Aaaah! -Tweeeet! -It's green, mate! Put your phone call away! Rrreee! Rrreee! Oooooooo-ooh! Tweet! Tweet! Tweet! -Aaaah! -Ouch! Rrreee! Got to watch out for cars. There... you... go! Rrrreee! Hello, dear. What seems to be the matter? I think a cat b*at this feller up. Oh, goodness, come here. Take a seat. I'll take him to see our vet. Good luck, little mate. I hope the poor little budgie's okay. I'm pretty sure he won't be. I've got good news! Your bird is okay. Oh, no, no, Mum, you have to pretend it's bad news -- that the budgie's dead. Oh. Are you sure? Yeah, I'm sure. Okay, um, I have bad news. Oh, did the budgie die? I'm afraid she did. Oh. Okay. Rrreee! Rrreee! Rrrreee! Bingo, what are you doing? You're not supposed to be better! Hmm, we probably should have told the budgie. -Hey! -Rrreee! Rrreee! Rrreee! -Tweet! Tweet! Rrrreee! Rrreee! Rrreee! Rrreee! Rrreee! This isn't how you wanted the game to go, is it? No. That's okay. There's nothing we can do. It's out of our hands. Hey, Bluey, I've just realized. You stopped copying me! Oh, yeah! Tweet! What is Bingo doing?