Bluey's Breezy Bits

Milk Shake

Plot: Bandit and Bingo spend some quality time making milkshakes for the kindy bake sale, when Bingo learns one of Bandit's deepest secrets.

INTRO:

Mum! Dad! Bluey! Bingo!

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INT. HEELER HOUSE- KITCHEN

"Alright, Bingo." Bandit dusted off his old, tiny apron and put his hands onto his hips, string at his youngest daughter with confidence in his eyes. "Are you ready to make- milkshakes?"

"Yeah!" Bingo jumped up and down, her chef's hat bobbing with her energetic movements.

The annual kindergarten bake sale was coming up, and this year it was Bandit's turn to make the treats. Bingo and he had chosen to whip up some milkshakes for the sale, made out of ice cream, milk, cinnamon, and chocolate chips.

"Let's see..." Bandit pretended to write on a notepad. "Ice cream!"

"Check!" Bingo raised her paw up to signify that it was there.

"Cinnamon?"

"Check!"

"Milk?"

"..."

"Milk? Bingo?"

"Dad, don't you remember?" Bingo groaned. "We've been out of milk for a week, and Mum keeps telling you to go buy some."

"She has, huh?" Bandit gave a nervous chuckle.

"Yes. And you always say you will but you never-"

"Come on, Bingo." Bandit threw off his apron and started towards the door. "We're making an emergency trip to the store ASAP."

Bingo, ever so confused, hopped off of the stool and followed her dad, before glancing down at the apron and finding an mysterious message:

"CUSTARD."

"Bingo, mate, what are you waiting for?"

"Coming, Dad. Just looking at something."

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This episode of "Bingo" is called Milk Shake

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"Look, Dad!" Bingo pointed to an array of toys on a nearby shelf. "Moonlight Unicorns! Can you get one, please?"

"No, Bingo." Bandit sighed. "We're here for milk and milk only."

"Look, Dad!" Bingo gestured again. "A limited edition Chattermax! Please can we-"

"Bingo, milk!"

Okay, fine." Bingo scowled and followed her dad to the dairy aisle begrudgingly. That was when she noticed two dogs, a beagle and a Chihuahua, glancing at the cheese section. The Chihuahua was writing on a piece of notepad paper, looking flustered.

"Come see the Brie? Meddle with some cheddar 'cause we've got all the cheese...?" He turned to the beagle. "How does that sound?"

The beagle shook his head sadly. "Doesn't have the same "oomph' to it, Pauly."

Pauly's ears drooped. He scratched off the words and frowned. "I wish Bandit was still here, mate. He always had the best sense of our music?"

Bandit?" Bingo couldn't help but barge in, peeking into the aisle. "Bandit's my daddy."

Pauly turned around. He saw the immediate resemblance and gasped. The same pointed ears, the same pattern, those same big eyes. "Bandit?" He stammered out. "Bandit Heeler's your dad?"