(Up-tempo music plays)
(Music stops)
Mum!
(Music resumes)
(Music stops)
Dad!
(Music resumes)
(Music stops)
Bingo!
(Music resumes)
Bluey!
Bluey, come on. Chew with your mouth shut.
Sorry, Dad. I keep forgetting.
That's okay.
- Bluey! - Sorry.
Well, if you won't listen to me,
maybe you'll listen to--
- Unicorse! - Unicorse!
How's it going, salad dodgers?
Well, Unicorse, Bluey keeps chewing with her mouth open.
- So? - (Girls giggle)
I chew with my mouth open all the time.
Watch. (Chomping)
Did you just eat a tick from your own hair?
- Yep. - Ew!
Ugh. You know what, kids? Don't listen to Unicorse.
What? Why not?
'Cause you're a grub! You don't brush your teeth,
you don't eat vegetables, and you don't take showers.
- (Burps) - (Girls laugh)
- Grub. - But that's why we like him.
He doesn't care that he's a grub.
I'm happy with who I am. Why should I change?
Morning, blue bears!
(Gasps)
(romantic music playing)
- Who is that? - That's our mum.
Well-- Bleh-- I'm going to marry your mum.
- What?! - What?! Stop!
(Laughing) She's already married.
And why should I care?
You would care if you knew who she was married to.
Yeah, he's a pretty smooth guy.
Not as smooth as me. Check it.
- Hey, Toots. - Ooh!
When are we getting married?
- (Girls giggle) - Mm, smooth.
I'd say never.
Hey, hey, hey, check me out first.
(Humming)
Is that chili sauce?
It's sweet chili sauce. Do you want a bit?
Tempting, but no.
You look like you've never cleaned your teeth,
brushed your hair, or had a shower in your life.
(Sobbing)
Well, you gave it a good shot.
Now I think you best be getting off.
- No, don't stop! - No, don't stop!
I ain't going nowhere until your mum and I together.
- Hooray! - Oh, man.
What were all those things she said?
Teeth combing and "shal-was"?
- Showers. - Showers.
Whatever. Show me how to do 'em.
Okay, come with us.
Alright!
The thing is, I do this to myself.
I don't know what that says! I can't read!
This is toothpaste.
- Do I eat it? - No!
It makes your teeth clean.
What does this button do? (Screaming)
- (Girls giggling) - Kill it! Kill it!
- Aah! It's raining! Aah! - (Girls giggling)
Aah! Aah! Ow!
That's it. You get the horn!
(Giggling)
(Retching)
(Girls giggling)
Maybe self-improvement just isn't for you.
Listen, Unicorse. No one wants to eat broccoli.
- Except me. - You just have to do it.
But why do I have to?
Because you want to marry Mum. And she loves broccoli eaters.
Okay. Let's do this.
(Chomping)
(Grunting)
Ow! (Grunting)
(Growling)
Okay, you're ready. Go and talk to Mum.
Okay. A quick tick for the road.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. You cannot eat a tick in front of Mum.
- You got that? - Okay. Yep. Got it.
You got that, Dad?
What's it got to do with me?
Yeah. What's it got to do with him?
- Hi! - Aah!
Uh, sorry, Toot-- I mean, love.
I didn't mean to scare you.
- That's okay. - I've just stepped out of
the shower and brushed my teeth, and I'm wondering,
would you like to join me for some "broccany"?
Broccoli!
Uh, I mean broccoli.
Well, I must say, you really have cleaned yourself up.
And I love your little bow tie.
Okay, yes, I'd love to--
- (Chomps) - Oh, my gosh!
(Retching)
Wait, no! Come back!
(Mum retches in distance)
Well, that could have gone a bit better.
- Dad! - What?
Aw, I'm sorry, kids. I couldn't help it.
It's not your fault, Unicorse.
- Yeah, it's his. - Me?!
Him? I don't understand.
I'm the one who ate the tick.
Unicorse, you're a puppet.
He controls you.
(Laughing)
Ah, that's a good one.
Ha-ha, yeah.
- Dad. - You are a puppet.
I'll show you. Say something the exact same time as him.
Okay. We'll say bauxite.
- You ready? - Ready.
- Bauxite. - Bauxite.
- See? Dad said it after! - See? Dad said it after!
Aw, he was just late. Try again.
- Bauxite! - Bauxite.
(Laughs) He's just mucking around.
That's why I love this guy.
Dad, tell him the truth.
Okay, okay. Look, mate.
You are a puppet, and I do control you.
I'm sorry.
(Laughs) There he goes again.
It's true. Have you ever looked at your legs?
What do you mean look at my legs?
They're just normal. (Gasps)
My life is a lie.
Yeah, and one more thing.
(Gasps) Ohh!
(Birds chirping)
Hi.
Oh, wow. This might be awkward.
- What are you doing? - Whatever he wants to do.
Someone's feeling a bit sorry for themselves.
Someone? You're a someone.
I'm a no one.
You ready?
- Go. - Hey, hey, hey.
What's going on? Whoa, this feels weird.
Whoa, this is amazing!
You know what's good about being no one?
What?
You're everyone. (Smooches)
Whoa.
Whew. Crazy day.
Yeah.
I've been thinking.
How can you be sure you're not a puppet?
(Laughs) Don't be silly.
- Night, Unicorse. - Night.
(inspirational music playing)
(Yawns)
Wow. That was a weird dream.
(joyful music playing)