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It was another morning at the Heeler house and Bandit was at the kitchen preparing his backpack so he could go to work. When Chilli arrived there to get the jar with orange juice from the fridge, Bandit said, while putting his backpack on his back.
"Okay, I'm off to work" he said.
"Hang on…" she said, while placing the jar on the counter table and pouring some of it into a glass. "Have you forgotten? Today is Take the Daughters to Work Day. You'll have to wait for the girls."
"What?!" he asked. "No way! I thought you would take them with you."
"No, today is my day off" Chilli replied, while drinking the juice and then putting the glass on the sink.
"Your day off?!" Bandit asked. "Please tell me you didn't do this so I would have to take the girls."
"What… of course not" Chilli said, smiling and approaching him.
"Yeah, as if I believe that…" Bandit replied, pouting.
"Come on, don't be such a grumpy" Chilli replied, while giving some pats on his cheek. "Girls, hurry up. Dad is ready to go!"
"Okay, mum!" the girls replied from the other room.
"Oh, by the day, you don't mind I take the car, do you?" Chilli asked, while taking the car keys. "My dad called me saying he had some boxes for me he found while cleaning the house."
"Sure, you already set me off for Take the Daughters to Work Day without even asking me" Bandit replied sarcastically. "Why not take the car too?"
"Oh, you're a sweet" Chilli replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek and then heading out of the kitchen.
Bandit sighed, while mentalizing himself his day was about to get more eventful than he expected. It was then that Bluey and Bing entered in the kitchen with their respective backpacks on and the former said:
"We're ready!"
"Yey, we're going to daddy's work!" Bingo exclaimed, excited.
Despite knowing his daughters could be too much sometimes, he couldn't help but feeling happy that, at least he wouldn't have to be away from them while working.
But, wait, where is your work, dad? Bluey asked Bandit.
"Yeah, where is it?" Bingo repeated.
"Well, it's in a museum" Bandit replied.
That answer of his caused his two daughters to react differently.
"Yay, museum!" Bingo exclaimed, excited.
"Oh, museum…" Bluey said, a little disappointed.
Bandit: THIS EPISODE OF BLUEY IS CALLED: "MUSEUM"
As Bandit closed the door of the house, he said to his daughters, as he started to walk away:
"Okay, kids, let's go. And try not get too much behind. We don't want to get late, right?"
"Okay, daddy" Bingo said, who was admiring some flowers growing at the sidewalk.
As Bandit started to walk with Bingo going after him, he noticed that Bluey wasn't following him, staying where she was and looking very sad.
"Bluey, come on" Bandit told her, as he and Bingo approached her. "I can't get late for work… and it's still a while until we get there by walking."
"I don't want to go" Bluey told, pouting.
"What?!" Bandit and Bingo asked.
"But, Bluey, you wanted to go to dad's work" Bingo told.
"But that was before" Bluey replied to her sister.
Bandit could tell that something was really bothering Bluey and, despite he was getting late for work, his most important job was to his own daughters and his duty as a father compelled him to help them, no matter what.
Kneeling before Bluey, while putting down his backpack, he asked:
"Come on, tell me, what's bothering you?"
"Is that… I don't like museums very much" Bluey said. "They are boring."
"But, Bluey, museums are full of fun stuff" Bingo replied to her sister.
"Well, I don't think that" the young Blue Heeler said, stomping her foot. "There's nothing there to play with. I wished I could have gone with mom."
Despite initially he had felt a little dismay for having his daughters coming with him, Bandit couldn't help but feeling a little hurt with that. However, he could understand what she was feeling. So, making a compassionate smile, he said, while putting a hand on her shoulder:
"Listen, I understand that a place like a museum may not be as excited like an airport, but can you please try to give it a chance? For Bingo? For me?"
Bluey's dismay of having to go to the museum didn't disappear, but the fact her father was asking her that while understanding her feelings made her nod her head and said:
"Okay…"
"Thank you, Bluey…" Bandit said, still with his tender smile, before getting up and taking his backpack. "Okay, let's get moving."
And they started walking, with Bandit holding Bingo's hand, while Bluey was walking by his other side.
"But, I don't understand" Bluey said to her father. "Why do you work on a museum?"
"Well, it's more like I work for a museum" Bandit replied. "I don't always work there, remember? Sometimes I work at home. Other times, I do field work."
"What's field work?" Bingo asked, a little confused.
"It's like when you two go on field trips" Bandit explained. "I go to a certain place and I work at the outside."
"Oh, that sounds like fun" Bluey commented, with a smile. "But why can't you do that today?"
"It doesn't work like that, sport" Bandit told her.
"Oh, why not?"
"Because it's not."
After a few moments and noticing Bluey was still not very adamant to the idea of going to his work, Bandit had an idea that could worlk.
"Hey, did I ever tell you the story of how I got to do my work?" he asked to his daughters.
"No" the two girls replied at the same time.
"Really?" Bandit asked with his playful voice. "Oh, I'm really such a silly head."
That caused Bluey and Bingo drop a laugh, with the latter saying:
"Silly head…"
"Well, then, let me tell you how that happened" Bandit told. "It will be a good way to pass the time while we walk. It all started many years ago…"
"You mean back when the dinosaurs existed?" Bingo asked, while Bluey dropped a laugh.
"What?!" Bandit exclaimed, again in his playful voice. "How old do you think I am?"
"I don't know…" Bingo replied. "A lot…"
The two girls continued to laugh.
"Okay, okay, I was asking for that…" Bandit said. "So let me try again. It all happened when I was six…"
"Like me?" Bluey asked.
"Yes, like you" Bandit replied. "And it all started when I was playing with uncle Stripe and uncle Rad…"