Hospital (Script)

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Hospital (Script)

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Duration: 8:11

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[Intro: The Heelers] Mum! Dad! Bingo! Bluey! After the intro, it cuts to the Heeler kitchen, where Bandit and Bingo are playing. BANDIT: Here comes the mountain climber! Is she gonna get to the top? Bandit says while helping Bingo climb him. As she climbs up and sits on his snout, Bluey walks into the frame. BINGO: I made it! BANDIT: Uh-oh, it's getting windy! It's getting windy! BLUEY: Look out Bingo! BANDIT: Oh! She's fallen down! He says as he gently puts her on the ground and then stretches, holding his lower back and groaning. BLUEY: Do that to me! BANDIT: Aw, man. Is there some game whеre I just lie really still on a comfy bеd or something? BLUEY & BINGO: Hospital! BANDIT: Aw, not hospital. TITLE SCENE BLUEY: This episode of Bluey is called Hospital. The scene cuts to the playroom, where Bandit and Bingo walk into the frame and approach two couch cushions on the floor, with a desk nearby. BINGO: Please lie here. She says, pointing to the cushions. BANDIT: Thanks, Doctor. BINGO: No, I'm the nurse! BANDIT: Oh, sorry. Thanks, Nurse. My name is Telemachus. BINGO: This remote control makes the bed go up and down, Telemachus. BANDIT: Huh, great. BINGO: This one makes the legs go up. Boop, bzzt. She says as she presses the button and Bandit plays along, lifting up the pillow his head is on. Oops, wrong button. Sorry, dear. Boop, bzzt. Bandit drops the pillow and grunts. Then, Bingo presses the other button and Bandit lifts the pillow with his legs on it, and drops it after Bingo presses it again. Now don't worry, we're gonna make you feel all better. She says as she puts a wooden thermometer in Bandit's mouth and pats his head. BANDIT: Oh, good. I'm actually a bit nervous at hospitals. BINGO: There's no need to be nervous. BLUEY: Hello! I'm the doctor! BANDIT: Oh, hello, Doctor. My name is— BLUEY: Sting! She exclaims, poking Bandit with a piece of wood while pretending it's a syringe. BANDIT: Ouch! BINGO: Oh, brave boy. She says as she puts a band-aid on Bandit's arm. BANDIT: What was that!? BLUEY: A needle! Now, what seems to be the matter? BANDIT: Why did you give me a needle before asking me what's the matter? BLUEY: Because I'm very busy. Now, what's up? BANDIT: Well, my belly hurts. BLUEY: Have you got a baby in there? BLUEY: No, I don't think so. BLUEY: Nurse, do an X-ray on the big blue guy, please. I think there's a baby in there. BINGO: Yes, Doctor. BANDIT: Hang on, I really don't think I have a— BLUEY: Sting! BANDIT: Ouch! BLUEY: Bye! Bluey says as she walks out of frame, waving. BANDIT: Good grief! SHe certainly likes those needles. BINGO: Don't worry, sweetie. 'T's all to make you feel better. Now, time for your X-ray. Ready? Three, two, one, X-ray! X-ray will be ready in a jiffy! BANDIT: Ah, good. I'll just relax. Bluey runs back into the room behind Bandit. BLUEY: I'm back! Sting! BANDIT: Ow! Bluey— I mean Doctor! Can that be the last injection, please? BLUEY: Nope! BINGO: Here's the X-ray, Doctor! BLUEY: Oh, thank you. I'll just get this plaster off. Rip! She says as she rips the band-aid off of Bandit. BINGO: Brave boy. She says as she hands Bluey the "X-ray image", which is a drawing of Bandit laying down with a cat drawn in his stomach. BLUEY: Oh, well, this does not look good. You see, just here. BANDIT: Oh, look, it's a possum? BLUEY: Yes. You have a possum in your belly BINGO: That's not a possum! It's a cat! BLUEY: Oh, yes. You have a cat in your belly. BANDIT: How did it get in there? BINGO: Did you eat one? BANDIT: No! BLUEY: Well, no one really knows how cats get in your belly, but probably through your belly button. BANDIT: What? Really? BLUEY: Yeah, probably they just set up a slide when you're sleep and just slide right in, y'know? W.I.P., paused at 3:12, available to watch here.

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  • Joe Brumm