Chapter 3 'Down In Cairns'

Sup blokes, its me, the Aussie idiot who now has motivation to write this story. I have a few things to say about this story, and of course, Bluey. This story will be like Two Blues: A mix of comedy, romance, drama (not much), and emotional moments. This story will feature more emotional moments than Reborn, Two Blues, and perhaps even Too Ugly To Be Loved. As with Two Blues, this story is 'proto-Bluey', in its style, humour and emotions. Like Bluey, this story will feature quite a few songs, mostly, or entirely by Australian artists, and mostly from the 70's, 80's and 90's. It will also feature dream sequences and flashbacks, more so than Bluey.

The artists featured will likely include Icehouse, INXS, AC/DC, Mental As Anything and Men At Work. I would recommend listening to the songs while reading this story, as it helps add to the atmosphere, and sometimes comedy. Also the songs are pretty good, especially the one featured in this story.

By the way, yes, Townsville is the actual name of the city. Such a shit name, like Town Settlement, or Metro City, its stupid and kind of redundant. Also, cyclones and bad tropical weather is prevalent there, so don't move to Townsville, Cairns, Rockhampton etc. Just move to South East Queensland, or anywhere further south. Cyclones are a problem up north, but rarely strike down in S. , and when they do, they're weak.

I decided to keep the paragraph above, as it was written before I changed their destination to Cairns, I'll elaborate in the next bold text section.

Anyways, lets get on with it! Enjoy or suffer.


It was time for Blu and Linda to do their usual morning routine: Brushing their teeth/beak, shower, breakfast and hot chocolate.

Blu sat down by his cage, and drank his hot chocolate, while Linda drank hers. It was the usual, amazing hot chocolate she made, and Blu loved it so much. Linda had already showered, packed their bags, and had breakfast. They were just waiting for the taxi to arrive.

Blu and Linda finished their drinks, and just a few minutes later, the taxi arrived.

''Blu, the taxi's here!'', she called out to Blu, as she grabbed a transport cage, and Blu hopped in it. He had 2 books to keep him entertained for the trip. They hurried to the cab, and hopped in.

''Take us to the airport, please.'', Linda told the driver. He nodded, and he drove them to the airport while they listened to the radio. Blu looked out the window, and just sat there. The drive took about an hour, and Linda paid the fee, and took Blu and their bags into the terminal. Fred was inside, waiting for her. Linda saw him, and walked over to him.

''Sorry if I'm late.'', she apologised.

''Oh, no worries, you're on time.'', he told her. They walked over to the security, and had their bags checked. Fred had his business card, (he had two) to show the airport security. Once they got through, Blu was taken to a baggage area where pets were kept. Blu just sat there, and chose not to talk to anyone, as it was mostly just dogs and cats, and he was more interested in his book.

After 40 minutes, he was loaded onto the plane in the cargo section. Blu knew where the plane was heading: Honolulu.

He decided to just get some sleep, and when he wakes up, he'd just read his book until they arrive, and so he did.

A few hours later, Blu was reading his book. He had woken up half an hour ago, and knew they couldn't be that far away from Hawaii. Under normal circumstances, they would've stopped by and had a holiday there. But they weren't doing that, so they would merely transfer their flight over, and fly to Cairns.


Friday: (They left on Wednesday)

Their plane landed on the runway at Cairns International Airport, (CNS) and the passengers disembarked, and Blu was picked up by Linda and Fred. They left the airport, and walked to a jeep that was dropped off for Fred. Blu was loaded onto the back, and they drove to the aviary.

On the way there, Fred decided to take them through the CBD, and Blu admired the city. It looked more like an oversized town, which technically, is what a city is. No high rises, excluding a few apartment buildings and hotels which were a couple stories tall. There were forested mountains surrounding the city, plenty of parks, and a few scenic waterways. It was warm and tropical, unlike the cold Moose Lake he grew up in.

At an intersection, Blu was approached by two male parakeets.

''Hey cocky!'', a rainbow coloured one said mockingly to him,

''My name's Blu.''

''That's a shitty name. Oh well. Anyways, I haven't seen your kind around here. Are you some new fancy blue breed, or what?'', the same bird spoke.

''No, I'm a Blue Cockatoo, and I'm not from here.'', Blu told them.

''Hey, Gazza! Blue boy's a touro!'', the lorikeet told his friend, whom Blu assumed was called Gazza. Gazza had a red front, and green wings. He appeared to be a King Parrot. The other one, seemed to be a Rainbow Lorikeet.

''You on holidays, mate, or are you moving here?'', Gazza asked him.

''No, I'm here to see a…girl…'', Blu said awkwardly.

''Ooh…You plan on getting with her?'', the lorikeet asked him, and winked. It took him a few seconds to get what they were saying.

''Oh…Uh, yes…'', Blu said blushing.

''Okay, sheilas around here love blokes with confidence. If you want her to open her legs for you, ya gotta be confident, puff out those feathers, and make yourself look like a real tough and handsome bloke. Got it?'', Gazza gave him advice.

''Oh, okay. I got it…'', Blu said with a hint of confidence.

''Righty-o', make sure you narrow those eyes, like a love hawk…Or a sexual predator…Scratch that, don't do that…'', Gazza retracted on his statement.

''Okay.'', Blu responded.

''Alright, cheers mate, and good luck with her!'', they both said as they flew off.

''Thank you!'', Blu called out to them as they flew away, ''I need to learn Australian slang.'', Blu said to himself.

A slow tune came on the radio, and Fred recognised it.

''Fucking oath, I love this song!'', he exclaimed as he turned the volume up. It was Great Southern Land, by Icehouse.


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Blu enjoyed the song quite a bit, and Fred did not sing the song, instead he was quiet, and just listened to the song.

Great southern land…

The singing became baritone, and the music changed a bit.

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The chorus came along, and it went back to the baritone voice,

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The song entered a verse where it became almost ethereal in sound, and still retained that baritone voice.

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The song repeated its first verse, and Blu was captivated by the odd sounding song. He had listened to Land Down Under, but this song was a lot darker and more dramatic, and he was surprised he had never heard of it before.

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It then went back to the baritone chorus sections, which weren't exactly choruses, but did serve the function of one. (if that makes sense)

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The song then went into another almost ethereal verse,

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The song entered its outro,

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The song faded away, and Blu could see why Fred liked the song so much.

They continued their journey to the aviary, and it was about 30 minutes away from their location. Along the way, they drove by a cyclist, Fred in an act of supreme maturity, shouted,

''Oi nice car!'', he shouted at the cyclist.

''Fuck off cunt!'', he exchanged back

Once they reached the aviary, which was situated near a rainforest, which sat on a hill, Blu's cage was picked up and they took him inside…


You better have listened to that song.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Also, I changed their location to Cairns for a few reasons:

1. Townsville is shit

2. Cairns is more tropical, wet, and has more rainforest

3. Townsville doesn't have international flights to it, despite it being larger than Cairns. The original trip would've been to fly to Cairns, and drive for a few hours down south to Townsville.

4. Townsville doesn't have many spots for the aviary to be situated adjacent to the rainforest.

Sorry for the Australian slang. I won't make the characters stereotypical bogans who constantly use slang. As an Aussie, I can confirm that the way the characters (Nico 2.0, Pedro 2.0 etc.) are how many Aussies may speak. I can't be bothered giving out the meanings to all the slang used. Just google it or figure it out. Also Gazza is a nickname, we use those a lot because we are incapable of saying words longer than 2 syllables. (McDonald's-Maccas, Barbeque-barbie, Gary-gazza, Train station-train o', liquor store-bottle o', afternoon-arvo, Trade workers-tradies, etc.)

I was originally going to call this chapter 'Down In Townsville', but I changed it when I moved the location to Cairns.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'Great Southern Land'. All rights go to Icehouse and the music companies and stuff. Don't sue me.

Anyways, next chapter will be out shortly, and I may continue working on Two Blues and Too Ugly To Be Loved.

Until next time, goodbye.

(Edited to remove most song lyrics. I still retained some, as I don't want to bend over for corporate giants. Also this story is quite cringy and I do wish I hadn't made everyone bogans. Oh well. Edited on 11:02am, 03/10/2020)