Bluey's World

Fiesta in Mexico

The bands' private jets arrived with the economy plane, which brought the Heeler family and the other fans to their destination.

"Where are we?" Bluey asked.

"We are in Rio, Bluey," Bingo said.

"No, we are in Mexico City, Bingo," Kayla said.

"Oh, that's what I meant," Bingo chuckled.

"You don't know geography," Willow snickered.

"We are only seven," Bluey reminded Willow.

"Oh, you do make a good point," Willow said.

"You forgot they were only kids?" Kayla asked.

"I'm just messing around," Willow nodded.

"Are you sure this is a place we should do the tour? I heard bad things that happen in Mexico," Chilli asked cautiously.

"You heard about those stories too, huh?" another Snack Pack fan, George asked Chilli.

"Yes, this would probably be the last place I want to take with my family on a holiday trip," Chilli nodded.

"Okay you fans, while the stars are going to perform onstage, you will hand out flyers and tickets to the concert-goers," Gristle instructed them.

"Okay!" said the fans.

"You will also sell merchandise and promote the concert by putting posters all around," Gristle instructed. "For the kids, you'll be under adult supervision."

"Time to apply sunscreen and the zinc sunblock," Chilli said as she applied both sunscreen along with yellow and green zinc sunblock on Bluey and Bingo and then herself as Bandit applied the sunscreen and sunblock on himself.

The bands got off their private jets and planes as fans were cheering and waving at them happily. Poppy noticed that they weren't the only bands joining the tour.

"More bands? Really?" Branch gasped.

"Hey y'all!" A stocky, Indigenous American young woman with brown skin, large light blue hair styled into a ponytail with two purple striped ties, called out to them. She wears a white top with a ruffle and pink rim that exposes her midriff, and blue denim jeans. "I'm Holly Darlin' and I'm a member of the Wild Hooves."

"Nice to meet you," Poppy said.

"I like you, you're not like the other bands we met," she said.

"HEY YO!!! WHAT'S UP!" A tanned young man with various pink-toned dreadlocks held in a neon blue topknot shouted. He is wearing a dark purple tank top with a green heart, green and pink arm sleeves, purple baggy pants with a pale blue square outline pattern, and a line of pink at the hem and sneakers.

"Okay, and you must be Antonio Delgado," Poppy said.

"Yes, my friends call me Synth and you must be Poppy," He nodded. "It is so meh-meh-meh-meh-meh to meet you."

"Nice to meet you all," Synth said towards the crowd.

"Now, let's PAR-TAY!!! That family sure knows how to do it," he said pointing towards the Heeler family who had their zinc sunblock on.

"Okay, you're delightful," She answered.

Then, a plump, tan-skinned man walked next to Synth. He has light pink hair and cheeks, a curled mustache and a goatee. The lower part of his hair is tied into a small ponytail, and he wears a black coat with white borders, a formal shirt, a bowtie with a gem, a vest, formal pants, and shoes.

"Greetings," He said in a posh accent. "Dante Ricci a.k.a Dante Crescendo, royal composer and conductor of Classical Crest."

"Wow, he sure has class," Poppy gasped.