Bluey's Breezy Bits

Mia's Bag

Plot: Bluey's class is hosting a party to celebrate their older buddies as they move on to big school. But, when Mia has a medical emergency, Bluey becomes overprotective of the English Setter's bag and refuses to let it leave her sight.

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INTRO:

Mom! Dad! Bingo! Bluey!

INT. GLASSHOUSE PRIMARY SCHOOL - CIRCLE RUG

"Bluey!" Pretzel called out. "Can you hand me the streamers my mums brought earlier?"

"Coming, Pretzel!" Bluey, cookie in mouth, and streamers in paw, scampered over to her friend, panting with excitement. The big day had arrived; Glasshouse Primary School was hosting a farewell party to celebrate the older buddies of the children moving on to big school, and Bluey would finally be reunited with her beloved friend, Mia.

"Here they are!" Bluey glided over to Pretzel and eagerly handed over the streamers to him. Pretzel smiled at his friend and started to place the streamers up on the walls with a gentle touch as Bluey scampered around the room, her face filled with joy. "Mia's going to love this, Pretzel! She always loves a party!"

"Do you think she'll finally tell us what's in her bag?"

"Huh?" Bluey stopped in her tracks.  "What do you mean?"

"Haven't you found it weird that Mia always keeps that blue bag with her and barely opens it or anything?" Pretzel applied a small piece of tape on the wall, his face scrunched up in thought. "What if she's hiding something from us?"

"What would Mia have to hide?" Bluey scowled, hands on her hips. "She's a very honest dog."

"My mums always say that you can never really tell whether someone is telling the truth until you find out yourself." Pretzel shrugged. "And my mums are right. Most of the time."

"Well, my mum always says that you should never jump to conclusions." Bluey stuck her tongue out at Pretzel. "So, there!"

"I think your mum is wrong." Pretzel, with his nonchalant demeanor, turned his full attention back to the streamers.

Before Bluey could retaliate, a knocking sound could be heard from the outside. "Calypso!" Bluey called out, her cheerful demeanor suddenly returning. "Calypso, I think they're here!"

No response.

"Calypso? Where are you?"

Nothing.

"Well," Bluey started to make her way to the door, knowingly glancing backwards to make sure that Calypso, wherever she was, was watching. "I guess I have to open it myself, then, to let Mr. Bully in!"

But, when Bluey opened the door to Mr. Bully the Bull terrier, she could immediately recognize that something was up. "Mr. Bully? What's wrong?" The teacher of the older children has a face full of worry and panic. 

"Bluey!" His voice was louder than it had ever been. Usually, Mr. Bully was quite soft-spoken, despite the name. "Bluey, quick, do you have any sugar on you? Or a way to call Triple-O? It's an emergency"

The Blue Heeler wasn't paying attention. Instead, she was peeking through the gaps created by Mr. Bully and the door. Through these gaps, she could see the panicked faces of the older kids, the kids who she had looked up to for such a long time. Some were texting on their phones with a sense of urgency, others were shedding tears, and Captain... he was down on the ground, rummaging through Mia's elusive bag. The same bag Pretzel was a skeptic of.

"Where is it, where is it?" Captain mumbled to himself. "Come on, Mia, wake up..."

 And, Mia, what was up with her? She was on the floor, and her eyes were closed and her fur looked pale and damp... had she fainted?