Original subtitles

(CHEERFUL HARMONICA MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(SINGING) Mum

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

Dad

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

Bingo

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Bluey

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING) (BIRDS CHIRPING)

(YAWNING) Oh man.

-Oh man. -Huh?

-Huh? -Are you copying me?

-Are you copying me? -Oh boy.

Oh boy.

BLUEY: This episode of Bluey is called, Copycat.

(YAWNING)

(PLAYFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

BOTH: Ha, ho, ha ho.

Woo. Ha.

(BABBLING)

(YELLING)

| am Bluey and | stink like a monkey's butt.

| am Bluey and | 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.

| like to walk really far,

and | like to walk like this.

Like those guys in the Olympics.

(LAUGHING)

BOTH: Do do do do do do.

Morning Wendy.

Do you know, | like to smack my bum as hard as | can?

Oh, ow, oh, ah oh, ow, oh ow, oh...

Where we you on that one?

Where were you on that one?

(YELLING)

BOTH: Stop copying me.

Hey dad, stop.

It's a bird.

BLUEY: But, it's on the ground.

It's a little budgie.

Is it okay?

Hmm, no, it looks hurt.

What do we do?

We better get him some help.

Hey, come here, ow! (BIRD CHIRPS)

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.

Oh, which one?

Big Ben or Outback?

DAD: Hurry up, Bluey.

Outback.

Come here.

Oh, be careful.

He's as light as a feather.

There you go, little mate, warm and toasty.

What do we do know?

We go to the vet.

Are birds meant to drive in cars?

Nah, they usually fly.

What if the seatbelt doesn't fit?

Don't worry, | know just what to do.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

You're a good seat belt dad.

Thanks, it's green mate, (HONKS HORN) get off your phone.

-Ah, keep being a seat belt. -Oh.

Watch out for cars.

Excuse me, we found this little fella.

| think a cat might've got to it.

Oh thank you.

Come here, little one.

I'll get him to our vet.

Good luck, little mate.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Will the budgie be okay?

| dunno, he looked pretty knocked around.

| hope he is.

I'm sorry, it's bad news I'm afraid.

The little budgie died.

Oh, okay.

Oh, sorry kiddo, come here.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Dad?

Yes, mate?

| don't want the budgie to have died.

| know, me neither, but there's nothing we can do.

DAD: It's out of our hands.

Are you sure he won't get better?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Oh Bluey.

(BIRDS TWEETING)

(HUMMING)

Bingo?

Yeah?

Can you pretend to be a budgie?

Okay.

Twit twit. (LAUGHING)

(HUMMING)

Tweet, tweet.

Oh g'day little fella.

You look hurt.

We best get you some help.

Bingo you have to nip me.

Okay. (CHOMPS)

Ow, Bingo. (LAUGHING)

That wasn't a nip.

That was a chomp.

(CAWING)

Toughen up Bluey.

I'll get you shoe box.

(TWEETING) Come on little, mate.

(GRUNTING)

Light as a feather.

(TWEETING)

There you go, little mate.

You'll be nice and toasty in here. (TWEETING)

Now let's get you to the vet.

(GRUNTING) (TWEETING)

It's green mate, put your phone call away.

(TWEETING)

(YELLING) Ouch!

Got to watch out for cars.

(GRUNTING) Go. (TWEETING)

Hello dear, what seems to be the matter?

| think a cat beat this feller up?

Oh goodness, come here.

Take a seat.

I'll take him to see our vet.

Good luck, little mate.

| hope the poor little budgie's okay.

I'm pretty sure he won't be.

I've got good news.

Your bird is okay.

No, no, mom, you have to pretend it's bad news.

That the budgie's dead.

Oh, are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Okay.

Um, | have bad news.

Oh did the budgie die?

I'm afraid she did.

Oh okay.

(TWEETING)

Bingo, what are you doing?

You're not supposed to be better.

Hmm, we probably should have told the budgie.

Hey! (LAUGHING)

(CHIRPING)

MOM: 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. (LAUGHING)

(CHIRPING) What is Bingo doing?

(ALL LAUGHING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)