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“Come on, kids! Let’s go meet the new neighbors!” Bandit and Chilli stood at the doorway waiting on Bluey and Bingo.
“Just a minute, Mum!” Bluey called. “We’re just getting some of our toys!”
“Well, hurry up! We don’t wanna keep them waiting!”
“But we still gotta find Chattermax!” Bingo said.
“Five… four…”
The kids ran to the door screaming with some of their toys in their arms, a few of them falling to the floor. Their parents chuckled. “You kids ready?” Bandit asked.
“Yeah!”
Bandit opened the door and led the rest of the Heeler family out. “Then let’s get goin’!”
“Hooray! New neighbors!”
This crossover fic of Bluey is called "New Neighbors."
After looking both ways to make sure there weren’t any cars coming, the Heelers crossed the street to greet the new family who just moved in. Chilli knocked on the door and was greeted by two keeshonds, one with a knot in his right ear and wearing a green, open shirt, and the other wearing a turquoise necklace and her hair styled in a coif.
“Hello, neighbor! We’re the Heeler family. We noticed you moved across the street from us and wanted to say hi.”
“Well, hello there, Heelers. Name’s Chumchum Chilla, this is my wife, Chinny, and our kids are out playing in the backyard.”
“Can we play with them, Dad?” Bluey asked.
“If it’s okay with their parents,” Bandit answered.
“Of course!” Chinny said. “They could use some new friends in a brand new country. We’re from the US.”
“Oh, really!” Chilli said. “I imagine it’s a lot colder over there.”
“Oh, it is! I’ll make some lemonade and we can talk on the patio.”
While the grown-ups sat on the patio talking about how different Australia was from America and the job that Chumchum got that made the Chillas move to Australia in the first place, the kids got themselves introduced and decided to play Wedding with some of their toys. (Which the Chillas’ middle child, Chip, objected to, but the girls and the two-year-old Chubbly all voted yes, so Wedding won out in the end.) Bluey played the role of officiator while Bingo had two of the dolls she brought be the ones who were getting married and the Chilla children and the Heeler kids’ other toys were guests.
“Mrs. and Mrs. Marmite, I now pronounce you married. You may now do a smoochy kiss.”
“I OBJECT!”
“What? Why?”
“Because they’re both girl dolls!” Chip said. “Girls and girls can’t get married.”
“Why not?” Bingo asked.
“Because…” Chip hesitated as he tried to think of a reason. “Because…”
“Because both a boy and a girl are needed to make babies,” Charla piped up, prompting Chip to cross his arms and roll his eyes. “So a girl can’t marry another girl, just like a boy can’t marry another boy.”
“So?” Bluey countered. “A boy in my class named Pretzel has two mums, and they’re married.”
“But they didn’t make him, did they?”
“I don’t know.”
“What’s going on over here?” Chilli asked as she and Bandit came over.
“Mrs. and Mrs. Marmite want to get married, but Chip and Charla said that only boys and girls can get married,” Bingo said as she held up her dolls.
“Well, it’s true,” Chip said. “Only boys and girls can get married.”
“Well, that’s not true, mate,” Bandit told him. “Anyone can get married in a lot of places in the world. All that matters is that they love each other.”
“Whoa there, Bandit, what’re you doing?” Chumchum said as he and Chinny ran over. “Don’t go putting those kinds of ideas in our kids’ heads now.”
Bandit narrowed his eyes. “Whaddya mean?”
“Well, just…” Chinny began. “We don’t really want our kids to be exposed to this sort of agenda. That’s why we homeschool them and only let them watch the kinds of shows we watched as kids.”
“And what’s so wrong with two people being in a loving relationship?” Chilli asked.
“It’s an abomination, that’s what’s wrong with it!” Chumchum barked. “Marriage should only be between a man and a woman, plain and simple.”
“I couldn’t imagine if any of our kids turned out to be gay, or worse, trans,” Chinny said as she clutched her husband’s hand.
“Neither can I, honey. Mr. and Mrs. Heeler, we strongly suggest you look into some conversion programs if your kids become… you know. I’m sure Australia has some good programs. Or should I say whenever they do, given the sort of things you probably let them watch.”
“Listen, Chillas!” Chilli snapped. “What we choose to let our kids watch or how they end up choosing to identify is none of your business!”
“Fine! Then I guess we’ll have to call whatever Australia’s equivalent of CPS is and tell them you let a bunch of pedophiles brainwash your children!”
“Fine!” Bandit barked. “That way if we see any workers for Family and Community Services at our door, we’ll tell them what they were really called about, and you’ll probably get in trouble for wasting everyone’s time!”
“Grab your toys, kids,” Chilli said. “We’re leaving.”
“Okay.” Bluey and Bingo did as they were told, and the Heelers all left the Chillas’ place of residence.
“Chip’s dad seemed a bit mean, didn’t he?” Bluey asked.
“Well, kids, some people just have different ideas of what sorts of things are okay and what isn’t,” Chilli said. “And some of those things can be pretty silly.”
The Heelers stopped at their front door. “And those kinds of people look pretty silly when they try to tell other people that they should think like them,” Bandit added. “As long as they’re not hurting anyone, nobody should have to change who they are.”
Chilli put her hands on each of her daughters’ shoulders. “That’s right, and no matter what you kids grow up to be, we’ll still love and support you, no matter what.”
Bingo and Bluey hugged her.
“Mum?” Bingo said.
“Yeah?”
“What’s an ‘a-bom-in-ation’?”
“That’s something we can talk about later. How about we watch a movie while I get started on lunch?”
“Hooray!”
They all went inside to enjoy the rest of their day without worrying about those American bigots.