Bluey's Breezy Bits

World Records

Plot: When Bluey sets the 'world record' for the most time spent balancing on her head, a jealous Mackenzie tries to one-up her. When results is a string of competition between the two with an unexpected ending.

INTRO: 

Mom! Dad! Bingo! Bluey!

EXT. GLASSHOUSE PRIMARY SCHOOL

"One... two.... three...."

"What's going on?" Mackenzie walked over to the rest of the group of students, confused. "Why are you all counting?"

Jack looked at Mackenzie, excitedly. "Bluey's going to set a world record!"

"A world record?" Mackenzie cocked his head. "What's she doing?"

"She's going to do the world's longest handstand!" Winton raised up the stopwatch he had in his paw. "And I'm timing her." He glanced at the clock, and his ears perked up. "One minute, everybody!"

The crowd cheered.

"Well," Mackenzie walked over to a tennis ball that he had dug up. "I found this really weird tennis ball in the sandpit. Does anyone want to see it?"

Nobody responded.

"Guys..?"

"Two minutes!" Winton cheered. The crowd went wild.

"Guys!" Mackenzie barged into the crowd. "Does anybody want to see my weird tennis ball? It looks like it has a nose!"

"Weird tennis ball?!" Bluey asked curiously. "I wanna see!"

But Bluey forgot she was in the middle of a handstand. She fell on her back, ending the streak.

The crowd groaned.

"Ooops." Mackenzie winced.

"It's alright, Mackenzie." Bluey got up and brushed her knees off. "I was starting to get tired, anyways." She turned to Winton. "How long did I last for?"

"Two minutes and twenty-two seconds." He checked the watch, and glanced up at her. "I've never heard of anyone do a two-minute handstand before- I think that's a world record!"

The crowd cheered.

"Well, that's great and all, but-" Mackenzie threw his hands up. "Does ANYBODY want to see my tennis ball?"

"Bluey! Bluey! Bluey!" All of the kids crowded the Blue Heeler, cheering and clapping.

Mackenzie groaned.

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This episode of Bluey is called World Records.

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"Fetch, boy!" Mackenzie's dad threw the ball across the backyard.

Instead of catching it, Mackenzie watched sadly as the ball shot out of his dad's arms and into the hole of the oak tree near their home.

Mackenzie's dad rubbed his temples and sighed. "Well, that's another ball gone." He walked over to his son, who lay on the grass, upset and whimpering. "What's going on, Mackenzie? You're not up at your game today." 

Mackenzie groaned and rolled over.

"Oh, you must be upset." Mr. Border Collie rubbed his son's back.

"I am." Mackenzie whimpered. "Nobody at school cares about me anymore. Not even Jack or Rusty!" He flopped on his back. "They only like Bluey now because she broke a world record."

"She did?"

"Yes! She stood on her head for two whole minutes!"

"Ah, I see?" Mr. Border Collie bent down. "Well, don't let that get your spirits down. You're still good ol' Mackenzie to me." He got up, smiling. "Now, come on, let's go for another round of fetch, okay?"