Bluey Story - Relax

This episode of Bluey is called Relax.

The healers pull up to a beachside hotel, excitement buzzing through the car as Bluey and Bingo sing joyfully. Dad struggles to reach the parking garage scanner with the key fob, grunting and straining until the barrier finally lifts. The car rolls in and the family piles out. Yeah, holiday, Bluey and Bingo cheer, while Mum busies herself unpacking the boot.

Let's get all this stuff up to the unit and head straight to the beach. I want to start relaxing, she says eagerly. The kids echo her excitement. Yeah! And soon they're all waiting at the parking lot lit. Mum, arms full of bags, jabs at the call button impatiently. Come on, lift, we haven't got all day. Bingo, ever the optimist, chimes in. Yeah, we do.

The lift arrives and inside Bingo discovers the swingy bar overhead while Bluey takes charge of pressing the buttons. Which one do I press? she asks. Five, Mum instructs, but Bluey presses four, then six, then seven, each time Mum correcting her with an increasing exasperation until she finally hits the right one. Yep, that's it, Mum sighs in relief. As Dad rolls in with the luggage on the trolley, Mum remembers something. Oh, duck cake. I didn't bring the after son.

Relax, Dad says with a smile. We can buy some here. Come on, we're on holiday. I'll relax when I'm on the beach reading my book, Mum mutters. In their room, the girls race to explore. Bluey darts into the bedroom and gasps, Bingo, look! They freeze in awe. Bonk beds Bingo drops to her knees overcome with joy. You can have the top if you like. Bluey offers graciously, and Bingo scrambles up the ladder. Ooh, look, a present, Bluey exclaims, finding a tiny wrapped soap on her pillow.

Have you got one? she asks. Yes, Bingo exclaims from above, and the two immediately shift their attention to the closet. Bluey, we've got cupboards, Bingo marvels. They leap and giggle, marveling at coat hangers and concocting in an imaginary world. Bluey grabs a coat hanger, stands atop the closet safe, and declares, Let's pretend it's an oven. And we can be mermaids, Bluey adds with enthusiasm. Soon, they've transformed into mermaids draped in towels.

Mermaid waiter, may I have a pie, please? Bluey sings, her tail swishing elegantly. Oh yes, Bingo replies in her best mermaid voice, using the hanger to slide a bar of soap into their makeshift oven. Boop boop. It'll be ready soon, mermaid. Just as their imaginary feast is ready, Mum walks in, sun hat in hand. Ready girls? Have you sunscreen?

Caught up in their game, the girls sheepishly admit they haven't. Come on, the sunscreen's in the bathroom. Let's go, Mum says with determination. I want to start relaxing. In the bathroom, Bluey and Bingo become distracted from Mum's sunscreen instructions by finding more curiosities. The toilet has a ribbon. Maybe it won a prize, Bluey suggests solemnly, patting it. Congratulations, toilet. They giggle, bursting with the thrill of new discoveries until Mum tries to wrangle them back on tap.

But the excitement continues as they find a massive triangle shaped bathtub with jets. Is that bubble bath? Bluey gasps. Their eyes light up. Mom, can we have a bubble bath? They beg, waving the container of bubble. What? No, we're going to the beach, Mom says firmly. Please, they plead in unison. Dad, always the holiday spirit, intervenes. Oh go on, let'em have a bath. They're on holiday. Yes, Bluey and Bingo squeal, disappearing back into the bathroom. Mum looks torn.

I just thought it would be good to get down to the beach. Why don't you head down? We'll meet you there. Go on, relax, Dad offers. Well, okay. Mom reluctantly agrees. She gathers her things and heads out. Bye, kids. Bye, Mom, Bluey and Bingo call from their bubble paradise.

As Mom walks to the beach, she takes a moment to smile at her reflection in the lift mirror, trying to get into a happy, relaxed mood. On the beach, she sets up her chair, opens her book, and reads aloud Wherever you go, there you are. But she quickly slams it shut, unable to focus. Actually I should just enjoy the beach a bit before I start reading. Back at the hotel, Bluey and Bingo emerge from their bubble bath, towels wrapped around their heads like fancy ladies.

Did you enjoy that spa bath, Olympia? Bluey asks in a snooty voice. Oh yes, Melinda, I certainly did, Bingo replies with equal pomp. They wander into the living room and discover a recliner with a handle. What happens if you pull this? Bluey wonders, tugging the lever. The footrest snaps out, launching Bingo onto the floor. Their laughter echoes through the room. Meanwhile, Mum returns from the beach, defeated.

I don't know how to relax, she confesses to Dad. Aw, come here, he says, pulling her into a hug. But the kids' squeals and laughter draw her attention. If you want to learn how to relax, go get some tips from the masters, Dad suggests with a knowing smile. In the living room, Bluey and Bingo are orchestrating another launch sequence. Mom, watch this, Bluey calls.

Bingo pulls the lever, catapulting Bluey forward. They both dissolve into giggles. Mom can't help but laugh. You guys are crazy, she says, eyes bright with joy.

Dad walks in and hands her a mug of tea. Here, babe, go hit the desk. Taking his advice, Mum steps onto the balcony. The kid's laughter fades as she looks out over the serene ocean, pine trees swinging in the breeze, seagulls soaring against the sky. She takes a deep breath, trying to channel Bluey and Bingo's ability to live in the moment. She reclines on a deck chair, closing her eyes.

But moments later Bluey and Bingo burst onto the balcony, waving remote controls. Mom, there are four remote controls they exclaimed. Without opening her eyes, Mum responds cheerfully. Oh, great Then the girls spot the beautiful view. Pressing their faces against the glass, they say in awe, Whoa! Can we go to the beach? Mum opens her eyes and laughs. Maybe, just maybe, relaxing is simpler than she thought.