Bluey Minisodes (2024) s01e04 Episode Script

Letter

1
[upbeat music playing]
[gentle theme playing]
Look at this, girls.
[both] What is it?
It's a letter.
It was written by your daddy for school
when he was just a little boy.
[both] Ooh!
I've saved it all these years.
Would you like me to read it?
[both] Yes, please!
Okay, here we go.
"My name is Bandit Heller."
Oh, he spelt "Heeler" wrong.
[both laugh]
"I am 'fev' years old."
I think he means five years old.
[both laugh]
Your Daddy wasn't
a very good speller, was he?
"For my 'bathday'
-my mum 'bogort' me
-[Bluey laughs]
-a 'skatboard'."
-[Bingo laughs]
[both laughing]
"The 'clower' of my 'skatboard' is"
-"Gren"?
-[both laugh]
I think he means the color
of his skateboard was green.
"I ride my 'skatboard'
-on the 'drivway' after 'skol'."
-[Bluey laughs]
-[laughing]
-Oh, Bandy,
that's not even close
to how you spell "school."
"I have a 'brid'."
-[laughs]
-A brid?
What's he on about?
"My 'brid's' 'nam' is Conan."
Oh, he's talking about his bird.
[laughing]
"I fed Conan 'everyeye' day.
-[Bluey laughs]
-His 'winks' are 'gren' and 'bloooo'
-[Bingo laughs]
-and his 'bek' is 'yillow'."
What? I think "his wings
are green and blue
and his beak is yellow."
-Or "his back."
-[giggling]
"My 'browther' is 'keld' Rad.
My 'otter browther' is 'keld' Strip.
-[squeals]
-Strip is good
and so is Rad but Rad is good too."
-[giggles]
-What's he on about?
"My Dad is good,
-but he 'shorts' at Rad
-[Bluey laughs]
when Rad plays 'fotty'."
[both laugh]
Oh, "He shouts at Rad
when Rad plays footy."
-Oh, yeah, he did.
-[both laugh]
"I 'loave' my Mum."
[all] Aww!
"She is the 'bast' Mum
in the 'wahol worl'."
[both laugh]
[Nana] "But I 'don lick'
the food she 'corks'."
-[squeals]
-[laughs]
"It 'tasts disgarsting.'
'Especkialy' her 'lazarniya.'
-[both laugh]
-It is 'lak etting vommm-it'."
-[laughs]
-What?
Ohhh!
"The 'and'."
Oh, Bandy.
-I'm back!
-[girls squeal]
You staying for dinner, Bandy?
I'm making my "lazarniya."
-[laughing]
-Oh, great.
[closing theme music playing]
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