Bluey's World

House Music

At The Heeler Family's Home in the living room Lucky shows The Smiling Dogs a chart.

"Guys! We gotta figure out something! The Fun Fair is tonight, and we've got nothing for the talent show." Lucky said.

"Ooh! I know! How about a Smiling Dogs trapeze act?" Bluey suggested.

"Just because you fractured every bone from your maxilla to your metatarsals, it doesn't mean we want to." Honey said.

"I wouldn't say that I fractured every bone in my body, it was only my left ankle that I fractured," Bluey said.

"I know! How about a beauty pageant? I have been starting to participate in those," Muffin suggested as everyone looked at her disapprovingly.

"Never mind. That would take years to prepare for and none of you guys are even interested in it," Muffin said with yawn as she took a nap.

"I say we wrestle alligators!" Lila suggested.

Lila lunges at Lucky and pins him down.

"Lila, that's a terrible idea!" Honey said.

"How about toy alligators?" Lila suggested. 

"What are we, the alligator hunters? We are more bug hunters than alligator hunters," Bingo said.

"You're right..." Lila sighed.

Lila confidently gets out a lasso.

"Calf roping is much better!" Lila said as she lassos and hogties Lucky.

"We need something we can all do." Lucky said.

"Then let's do my idea!" Honey said.

"No! My idea!" Lila shouted.

"No, mine!" Chloe shouted.

"No way." Bingo scoffed.

The Smiling Dogs started fighting over which act they should do. Bluey and Mackenzie stop them with a power chord on their guitars getting their attention and waking Muffin up from her nap.

"I've got the answer! Let's start a band!" Mackenzie suggested.

"Mackenzie's right, since you are going to Pop star camp with us, this is a way we can practice," Bluey agreed.

"But we have no musical talent." Honey said.

"Yeah. I couldn't carry a tune if it had a handle." Chloe laughed.

"Yet. As Crimp always told us, being a band isn't about being the best. It's about having fun. NOW WHO WANTS TO HAVE FUN?!" Bluey said with pride.

The Smiling Dogs cheer in agreement and they head on off, but Lucky still hogtied to the floor.

"Uh...guys? A little help?" Lucky asked.

"Oh. Sorry, Lucky." Muffin apologized.

Muffin picks him up and carries him with her like a handbag while humming, much to his chagrin. The Smiling Dogs are practicing their music in the garage with instruments which, as expected, sounds lousy and noisy. Stripe comes in with a rake.

"Agh! WHAT IS THAT HORRIFIC SOUND!? Is the cat fighting the kangaroo again?" Stripe asked.

"No, Dad, it's us. We're starting a band!" Muffin said.

"Oh, oh! You know, your old man used to be in a band. He even convinced his older brother to have a band in which it's called Custard.  Although, unlike my brother, my band days ended on a... on a sour note." Stripe said.

Flashback to Stripe's college days where he's part of a heavy metal band and playing a cowbell which does not fit the genre.

"Dude! Dude!! DUDE!!! You're out of the band." The band members said.