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This episode of Bluey is called the Pool. It was a scorching hot day at the Healer House. Bluey stood in front of the fan, speaking robotically into its breeze. Mom, what are we doing today? She asked. Bingo sat nearby with a book while Mum fanned herself lazily with a leaflet. Nothing until you've cleaned your teeth. Mum replied, mimicking Bluey's robotic tone. But I don't want to clean my teeth. It's boring. Bluey complained. Boring things are still important, Mum reminded her. Bluey scrunched her nose. No, they're not. Mum chuckled. You sound like your dad. Right on cue, dad walked in, arms loaded with pool noodles and a water gun. Hey, squirts. Uncle Stripe said we could use his pool while he's in Bali. Bluey and Bingo squealed with excitement. Yeah, let's get out of here. Dad added, speaking into the fan. The kids giggled as they ran to get ready. Mom, ever the voice of reason, called after them. Make sure you take all the swimming stuff. Yeah, yeah, we got it covered. Dad replied, waving her off. Don't just get the fun stuff. I mean the bag of stuff. Mum insisted. Boring. Dad exclaimed. Yeah, boring. Bluey echoed as they darted out the door, leaving Mum behind. On the drive to Uncle Stripes, Bluey leaned forward eagerly. Mum is such a fool bus pot, isn't she? Dad smirked. She is. Mom always makes us do so many boring things. She does. Dad is way more fun. I am. When they arrived, Bluey hopped out of the car, only to cry out, ow. Ow. Ow. It's hot. She jumped back into the car, her feet stinging from the pavement. I didn't bring my thongs. She wailed. Dad sighed. Ah, okay. How are we going to do this? Wondering how he was going to get the kids and stuff to the pool. Moments later, he staggered toward the pool, arms loaded with pool noodles, Bluey on one hip, and Bingo perched on his shoulders. Bingo giggled and grabbed leaves from a tree. Hey, hey, Bingo. What's going on up there? Dad asked, losing his balance. I'm a giraffe, she announced. And I'm eating these leaves. Finally, they reached the pool. The kids cheered and raced to the gate. Can someone open this? Bluey demanded, hanging from the latch. With a groan, dad opened it with his teeth in a swift kick, letting them all in. Can I have my rashi? Bluey asked. Did you bring it? No. Then no, dad replied, already tired. Bingo chimed in. Dad, did we bring sunscreen? No, I didn't, dad admitted. The kids groaned and dad tried to salvage the situation. It's fine. We'll stay in the shady bit and wear our hats. What hats? Bluey asked innocently. Dad smacked his forehead in frustration. Bluey and Bingo made the most of the shady part of the pool. Bluey cannonballed in making a splash while Bingo hesitated near the edge, eyeing the creepy crawly thing. Dad, can you take that out? She asked nervously. Nah, it keeps the pool clean, kiddo. Can I have my floaties? Bingo pleaded. I didn't bring him. Dad admitted. Bingo gasped. What? You'll have to stay on the shallow steps. He said, gently lowering her into the water. Bingo pouted but stayed put, keeping a wary eye on the creepy crawly thing. Bluey, meanwhile, wanted to see if she could swim way across the swimming pool. Do you think I can make it all the way? She asked. Of course, dad. Dad replied. Ah, I mean, no way. No one can swim that far. He teased. Bluey giggled and began to swim, but was stopped short when dad added, wait. Not into the sunny bit. You've got no sunscreen on. Aw. Bluey sighed, disheartened. The fun pool day wasn't quite what they'd imagined after a big jump into the pool. Bluey rubbed her eyes. The water is making my eyes stingy. Well, did you bring your goggles? Dad asked. No, Bluey replied, frustrated that she won't be able to dive underwater to get the sinkies when dad reminds her that she likely didn't bring the sinkies in the first place. Bluey groans yet again. Then Bingo shrieked, dad. The crawly thing. Dad rushed over, swatting the pool cleaner away as Bingo squealed about wanting her floaties. Looking around, Bluey asked, dad, is the shady bit gonna get bigger or smaller? Dad waved his hand. Ah, bigger for sure. But not long after, all three of them were huddled together in a tiny shady patch on the shallow steps. Ah, I meant smaller. Dad admitted with a sheepish grin. I. I'm bored. Bluey announced. Dad waved dramatically. Hi, bored. Nice to meet you. I'm hungry. Bingo added. Oh, hello, hungry. This is bored. Dad joked, but his audience wasn't amused. Oof, tough crowd. He muttered. When Bingo asked for food, dad brightened. Oh yeah, it's morning tea time. The kids cheered until dad admitted, but I didn't bring any food. Aw. They whined in unison. Things went downhill from there, so dad said it was time to go home. Bluey shivered as she climbed out of the pool. Dad, I'm cold. Well, grab your towel, kid. I didn't bring one. Well, just shake. I haven't learned how to shake yet. Bluey replied. Meanwhile, Bingo clung stubbornly to the steps, refusing to leave until the creepy crawly thing edged closer. She screamed, leaping into Dad's arms. Both girls were cold, hungry and miserable. Dad, I'm cold. Dad, I'm freezing. Dad, I'm hungry. Dad, I'm starving. Dad, dad, dad, dad. They chanted, driving dad to his limit. Okay, can everyone stop saying dad? He begged. Bluey crossed her arms. I think dad is actually boring. Mum is way more fun. Right on cue, Mum appeared at the gate. Oh, that's nice to hear. She said with a grin. The kids ran to her. I brought all the swim stuff you left behind, she announced. The kids cheered and dad sighed with relief. Soon everyone was happier. The family enjoyed a snack in the shade before mom and dad helped the kids put on their rashis, goggles, floaties and sunscreen. Before Bluey jumped back into the pool, mom turned to her and said, so boring things are important sometimes. Then Bluey nodded in agreement. Yes. Bluey and Bingo enjoyed the rest of the afternoon playing games in the pool with her floaties and goggles on. Bingo wasn't even scared of the creepy crawly thing anymore. You can't get me. Crawly thing. Bingo shouted as she swam confidently away. Bluey dove to the bottom of the pool, retrieving the sinkies Mum had brought. Dad and mom relaxed together in the water, holding hands as they floated from below. Bluey looked up at her parents and smiled, her tail wagging gently. With Mum's help, the pool day had turned out much better than it started. The snacks, sunscreen, floaties and other boring things were actually what made all the fun possible. The girls and dad learn that sometimes the little details really do make the biggest difference.
