Takeaway ( Script)

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Takeaway ( Script)

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This episode of Bluey is called Takeaway. Ooh, can I have a shower under that tap? No wet dogs in car. -Aww! -Dad? Yeah, mate? Where do rocks come from? Uhhh... Can we have some of your takeaway, too? -Yeah! -You girls don't like spicy. Ooh, I like spicy. You squirts wait here. I'll be two seconds. -Raaah! Alright! Let's boogie. -Yeah! -Yes, boogie. Hang about! Stay. Aaah! Pbbt! Pbbt! Five more minutes, kids. They forgot the spring rolls! Hey, babe. What's up? They forgot the spring rolls! Oh! Your Dad and spring rolls! They're just cooking 'em now. Forgеt 'em, babe. The kids must bе starving. Not...leaving... without...spring rolls. Say "See ya, Mum." See ya, Mum! -Well, good luck. Leave without the spring rolls? Is she crazy? How long is five minutes? Uh, it's one episode of "Chutney Chimp." What are we gonna play? We're gonna play Dad Reads The Newspaper. Ooh, can I buy a juice? What do these words say? No idea, kiddo. And no. There's a tap over there if you're thirsty. Please, can I have a shower in it? Don't even think about it. Dad, can you help me? Do you need a drink, too, Bingo? No, I'm not thirsty. Can I eat these plants? No, mate. - Aah! Ohh! Which way do you turn it off? Why are some plants food, like lettuce, but other plants aren't food? Uh, well -- Dad, can I play with these? Uh, just two, kid. The shop guys need 'em. How about three? Two. Dad, I'm thirsty. But I just -- Oh, never mind. Aah! Aww! Quickly --grab two more, but hang on to them. Ohhh, I'm starving. Can I have some takeaway? Of course you can, customer. Welcome to my takeaway restaurant. Please, do sit down. Up! Sst! Sst! Sst! Get off! Oh, thank you. Here are some menus, Bingo. You can have two, in case you want lots of food. My name isn't Bingo. It's, uh... ...Tap Girl. Can I have this, Dad? I need to write Tap Girl's order down. So, Ma'am, what would you like? I'm just gonna check on the spring rolls. I'll have some super-spicy, please. Certainly. I'll just get that now. Yechh! Wet menu! Blegh! -Ooh! -Me, me! Uh, Tap Girl, I'm not sure you can eat it for real life. But I'm hungry. Aah! Oh! Aah! Aah! Aah! Too spicy! Ah, they're not ready yet. Hey! My dinner! Aaah! Too spicy! Okay, okay, come here, mate. How's that, kiddo? Good. But I need to do a wee. I'm busting. Oh, man! Okay. Umm... I'm a walrus. -Excuse me -- Bluey, don't even think about it! Where's the nearest toilet? Oh, that's too far! Bingo, can you hold on till we get home? I'm busting! Okay, okay. It's a bush wee. -Dad? -Yeah, mate? Is everything in the whole world made of atoms? Uh, yeah, I think so. Aaah! I can't turn it off! -Bluey! -I only meant to turn it on a little bit! Don't even think about getting under that! There's water everywhere! Bingo, are you almost finished? Not yet. It's a long one. -Get out of it! -No, Mr Crow! It's too spicy for you! What will happen if we can never turn it off?! Get outta here! The water will be up to the clouds! Are you finished yet, Bingo? Almost! Arghhh! This is a really long wee, Bingo! Finished! Get outta here! Yeah! Dad? Yes, mate? If grown-ups grow from babies and only grown-ups have babies, who had the first baby? Okay, forget the spring rolls. Let's just get out of here. Whoa! Ooh! Sorry. Your spring rolls will be five more minutes. What? That's a whole other "Chutney Chimp." Sorry about the wait. Would you kids like some fortune cookies? Thank you. What's happened out here? They're biscuits. With a little paper inside. And writing on the paper. What does it say? It says "Flowers may bloom again, but a person never has the chance to be young again." What does that mean? It means... ...it's shower time! For real life? For real life. Spring rolls are ready! Oh, great. Just pop 'em on the table. Thanks. No worries. Oh, that looks fun. Top 1 post • Page 1 of 1

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  • Joe Brumm