Bluey Story - Turtleboy

This episode of Bluey is called Turtle Boy. It was a lazy morning in the Hill House, and Bingo lay on her side in the living room chair, her eyes glued to the TV. She was watching her favorite show, Cat Squad. On screen, three cats in colourful armor discussed doing the right thing, while a cartoon dog sat tied up in the back of the house. Suddenly, Dad walked in, scratching his chin. He stopped right in front of the television, blocking Bingo's view.

Now what did I come in here to do? he wondered aloud. Dad, you're in the way, Bingo cried, trying to see around him. In the way of what? Dad teased, pretending not to notice the television. The TV, Bingo groaned, pointing emphatically. Really? I don't see a TV, said Dad playfully. Dad turned around, finally spotting the TV. Ah, there you go. Look at that. Cats riding motorbike.

How do they get a driver's license? Bingo waved her arms. Move Dad grinned, still plain clueless. Did you want me to move? Yes. You should have said. With that he broke into a silly dance. No, move out of the way, Bingo exclaimed. Oh, right, sorry, Dad said, stepping aside. Is this better? Yes, Bingo sighed, sinking back into her chair. But just as she got comfortable, Dad picked up the remote and turned off the TV.

Oh, I remembered why I came in. We're going to the park. Ah, Bingo shrieked in dismay. As Bingo and Dad arrived at the park, Bingo immediately spotted a large swing in the middle of a swing set. Dad, can we play roller coaster? she asked. But something on the swing caught her eye, a small, plush turtle sitting right in the middle. Ooh, it's a turtle boy, she exclaimed, picking it up.

Dad looked over and said, Some kid must have left it behind. Bingo cradled the turtle. Can I play with him? Yeah, sure, Dad said, shrugging. Bingo climbed onto the mesh swing with Turtle Boy, ready for the roller coaster ride of their life. Dad pulled the swing back. Up comes the roller coaster. Tick, tick, tick, tick. He chanted, before giving a mighty push. Ah Bingo shouted, gripping Turtle Boy tightly. As the swing came back, Dad poked her in the side, making her giggle uncontrollably.

After a few more swings, Dad said, Let's go, Bingo. Mum and Bluey will be back soon. Okay, Bingo replied, clutching Turtleboy. But as she got up, Dad added, Better leave Turtleboy here. His owner might be looking for him. But Bingo hesitated. Why can't I take him home? It's not the done thing, mate, Dad explained gently. His owner might be looking for him. With a heavy heart, Bingo placed Turtle Boy back on the swing. Bye, Turtle Boy, she said, waving. I'll come back tomorrow.

Not long after, another child arrived at the park with his mum. Douggy, a cheerful cavapoo boy, ran straight to the swing and saw Turtle Boy. His tail wagged with excitement. Using sign language to communicate, he turned to his mum. Mum, look, turtle. Dougie's mum smiled. Oh wow, someone must have left him. You can play with him.

Dougie's eyes lit up as he grabbed Turtle Boy and ran across the park, pretending the turtle was flying. Later, he carefully placed Turtle Boy back on the swing before leaving with his mum.

The next morning, Dab was on the floor doing push ups. Bingo ran in, her eyes lighting up. Dad, can I watch TV? Yeah, of course, Dad replied mid push up. Dad joined her, sitting down with an exaggerated sigh. I'll even watch it with you, he announced. All right, watchin' the TV, Dad added, gazing at the blank screen. Bingo blinked at him. Dad What? Dad replied innocently. I want to turn the TV on and then watch it.

Oh right, Dad said, standing up and heading toward the doorway. No chance. We're going to the park. Ah Bingo groaned, throwing her head back. When they got to the park, Bingo ran straight to the swing set. Turtle boy, you're still here, she cried, hugging the plush toy. Dad chuckled as Bingo started a new game. Holding Turtle Boy, she dashed along the edge of the swing area, jumping over imaginary obstacles while Dad shouted out challenges. Watch the crocodiles, jump the snake.

Bingo squealed with delight as Turtle Boy leapt heroically over a twig. Well done, Turtleboy, she said proudly. But dark clouds loomed overhead. Looks like it might rain, Dad said. Bingo frowned. We can't leave Turtleboy in the rain, he'll get wet. He won't mind. He's a turtle, Dad replied. But Bingo had other ideas. She ran over to a barbecue shelter, tucking Turtleboy under a dry spot. You'll be dry under here, Turtle Boy, she promised.

Before the rain came, Dougie returned to the park, and he was thrilled when he spotted Turtle Boy under the barbecue. Together they ran, swung, and explored. When it was time to leave, Dougie asked his mum, Can I keep turtle? No, honey, you can't take him home, she replied. Dougie asked why not, and his mum replied, Because it's not the done thing. Dougie and his mum walked away, leaving Turtleboy tucked safely under the barbecue.

Rain clouds rolled in, and soon a steady downpour soaked the park. Turtle Boy stayed dry in his hiding spot as night fell and the rain continued. By morning the sun was shining, drying the leaves and grass. At the park, Bingo ran eagerly to the barbecue. She crouched down and peered inside. Her face lit up as she spotted Turtleboy perfectly dry beneath the firewood. Turtle boy, you're still here, she exclaimed, pulling him out and hugging him tightly. And you're dry.

The morning passed with Bingo and Turtleboy playing games and having adventures, but soon Bingo asked the question weighing on her heart. Dad, can I ever take Turtleboy home? I think his owner has forgotten him. Dad hesitated, rubbing his chin. Well look. If he's still here tomorrow, then maybe. Hooray! Bingo shouted, running to tuck Turtleboy back under the barbecue. Dad still wasn't sure what to do. But I'm not sure it's the done thing, he muttered to himself.

To make Turtle Boy a little harder to find for anyone else, Bingo placed him behind the firewood and draped the newspaper over him. One more night, Turtleboy, she whispered, then you can come home with me. Laughing together, she and Dad ran off as Dougie and his mum entered the park. Dougie raced to the barbecue and crouched down, peeking underneath. His tail drooped.

Turtle's gone, he signed to his mum. His mum knelt down and gave him a comforting smile. Maybe his owner came back for him, she said gently. Dougie's ears lowered in disappointment. His mum reached out and lifted his chin. That's a good thing, sweetheart, she added, giving him a warm hug. Moving on, Dougie and his mum started to play hide and seek. Dougie's mum closed her eyes and began counting. Five, six,

Douggy perked up and looked around, spotting the barbecue. He crawled through the storage nook, hiding on the far side, just as his mum continued counting. Seven, eight, nine, ten. Ready or not? Here I come. Under the barbecue, Dougie lifted the newspaper and gasped in delight. Turtle boy, he signed, throwing the plush turtle joyfully into the air. Found you, his mum exclaimed, laughing.

Dougie spent the morning with Turtle Boy, pretending the turtle was drinking from the pet dish by the water tap and swinging him on a bucket swing. When they climbed onto the spinner together, Dougie held tight, his smile fading as the spinning grew too fast. His mum ran over quickly, stopping the ride and hugging him close. As the morning warmed, Dougie walked Turtleboy along the edge of the swing set, leaping over cracks and making Turtleboy jump.

His mum called out Time to go, sweetheart. Dougie hesitated, then turned to his mum. Mum, can I keep turtle? he asked, his ears twitching with hope. No, honey, she said gently. Pop him back where you found him. Dougie nodded, but instead of leaving Turtle Boy under the barbecue, he decided to hide him behind a nearby tree.

He patted Turtle Boy one last time, then ran back to his mum as the park emptied. The next morning, Bingo raced to the barbecue, full of excitement. She lifted the newspaper, but Turtle Boy wasn't there. Panic flashed across her face. Turtle Boy? she called, crawling around to check every nook and cranny. Huh? Turtleboy? Dad approached, his tone gentle. Sorry, kid. Turtleboy's owner must have come back and found him.

Bingo's eyes brimmed with tears as she admitted No, that's not what happened. I hid Turtleboy under the newspaper so his owner wouldn't find him. Oh mate, that's definitely not the done thing, Bingo. I know, Bingo sniffled. I'm sorry. Dad knelt down, pulling her into a comforting hug. It's all good, kid. Hey, hang on a second. Look over there.

Bingo turned around. Turtle boy, she cried, spotting him peeking out from behind a nearby tree. She sprinted over, scooping him up in her arms. I'm sorry I hid you from your owner, she said softly. I'll never do it again. With Turtle Boy in hand, Bingo ran back to Dad. Together they played one last round of game. Dad even made a dramatic jump shot, tossing Turtleboy through the basketball hoop, while Bingo twirled on the spindle with Turtleboy, just like Dougie had done the previous day.

Dad ran over to save them from flying off, just as Dougie's mum had done the previous day. When it was time to leave, Dad asked, So, do you still want to take Turtle Boy home? Bingo looked down at her little friend, thinking for a moment. Then she smiled. Instead of bringing Turtle Boy home, Bingo decided to leave him on the big swing at the park. I hope Turtle Boy's owner comes back soon, she said. I don't want him to be lonely.

And so Turtle Boy stayed at the park, bringing joy to everyone who found him. Bingo smiled, knowing she'd done the right thing by leaving him behind. As Bingo and Dad left the park, Dougie and his mum arrived. Dougie ran to Turtle Boy with a happy wag of his tail, and it was clear the little turtle will never truly be alone.