- Mum! - Mum!
- Dad! - Dad!
- Bingo! - Bingo!
- Bluey! - Bluey!
Let me tell you about the time we tried to get Rusty out.
It was some kid's birthday. I don't remember who.
And we were playing cricket.
Oh! Out you go, Bingo. Well done.
Whose bat?
Mine!
Okay, everyone, move in close.
- Move in close. - Hilarious.
Kiss about, Bluey.
- Six and out! - Ah, man.
Who hasn't had a bat yet?
Rusty hasn't.
Hey, Rusty, your bat, mate.
Dad, can we play Tiggy instead?
What? Cricket's more fun than Tiggy.
But cricket is just about hitting a ball around the grass.
Cricket's about more than that, kid.
Tell you what. We'll get Rusty out and then play Tiggy.
- You'll never get Rusty out. - I think I can handle it.
- Wah-ah-ah! - Yeah, Rusty!
Four bits!
See?
This episode of "Bluey" is called "Cricket."
You right with a bit of swing, Rusty?
All good, Mr. Heeler.
Now, what we didn't know was that Rusty loved cricket.
He'd play all day with his brother and sister.
- Can you hit me a catch? - Not yet, Dusty.
- I'm almost at 50. - Yeah.
When they weren't around, he played by himself.
Far out.
- That's it, Snickers. - Man, this kid's good.
Look, he likes the square cut. Stripe,
you and me will move to gully and point.
You send one to his off stump, lure him into the catch.
It was a good plan.
But we didn't know about Rusty's kitchen.
- Aaaah! - Uh-oh!
Run!
Now come back here!
That was good motivation to work on his square cut.
I had no chance.
Yeah, Rusty!
It was time to mix up the attack.
Give me that. I've had enough of your pies.
Bit of spin okay, Rusty?
All good, Mr. Heeler.
Stripe, put it right on that crack there, see?
Oh, yeah. Good call.
Stripe couldn't spin to save himself.
But if he could land it on that crack,
Rusty would have no chance.
But what we didn't know was that when Rusty's dad was away,
he'd get a lift home with his mate, Jack.
And this was his front yard.
- Got him! - Oh, not fair.
Rusty played at Jack's a lot that year.
So he got pretty good at finding a rough wicket.
Yeah!
He can handle Stripe's fruit any day.
What?! How did he hit that?
Now, every batsman has a weak spot.
That's it. Time for a pace attack.
And Rusty's was pace.
Okay if I have a go, Rusty?
Sometimes Rusty would play with his older brother's mates,
one of them being this kid Tiny who could bowl really fast.
Got him!
And he was never brave enough to bat.
- Whose bat? - Until one day...
Um, mine?
...he was.
Rusty, you can bat if you want,
but no one's going to go easy on you.
Understand?
They didn't play with a tennis ball either.
They used a proper cricket ball.
And they are hard.
- Ugh! - Ooh!
Maybe wait till you're a bit older.
Rusty didn't want to give up.
But he was so scared of Tiny.
One day, a letter came.
Mom, there's a letter from Dad!
"And... you thought Christmas up north was hot.
You should try over here. It is boiling.
I'll see you all soon. Miss ya heaps. Dad."
Rusty, Dad's letter has a P.S. for you.
Can you read it?
"This Tiny sounds like he's got some pace on him."
- He does. -"I wish I could be there to
bowl a few at you."
But I can't right now, mate.
But look, as you grow up,
you'll face harder things than a cricket ball.
And you'll have two choices.
- Back away and get out. - Got him!
Whose bat is it?
Or...
step in front and play a pull shot.
Just keep your eye on the ball
and take care of your little sister for me.
Love, Dad."
Lucky's dad had no chance.
Lunch time!
- Lunch! - Now, hang on. Rusty, one more?
Okay.
Rusty would have played 50 more.
- Whoo-whoo-whoo! - What a shot!
He just loved cricket.
I told you you wouldn't get Rusty out.
Come on, Pat. This one's for dignity.
Lucky's dad put everything he had into that ball.
And Rusty could have smashed it into next week if he wanted to.
But instead...
Ah! I got it!
...he hit his little sister a catch.
Ah, you got me.
And that's lunch.
Thanks, Mr. Heeler.
Thanks, Lucky's dad.
No worries, Rusty.
- I got you out! - I know.
I can't believe it. What a catch.
That's what cricket's about, kid.