Dizzy Demands A Concert

Michael followed the mask covered pup outside to find more pups playing with Bluey's friends like it was a family reunion. Michael found Dizzy by Dylan's treehouse tree, giggling. "Whats so funny Dizz?" He asked. "Oh, DeeDee told me a joke about Bluey's dad." Michael nodded and bent down to look at the cute puppy. "Ok, so what do we play?" He asked. "Wait! Before we play, I want you to do a concert." "WHAT?!" He cried. "Dizzy, you must be crazy. I don't have a band anymore! My witchy mother broke us up back in 2017 for no reason!" Dizzy huffed. "I'm glad that witch is dead!" "Dizzy! What did I say about damning -" "I wasen't damning Mikey. I just want to hear you sing heavy metal." Michael sighed. "DJ!!" He yelled.

DJ surfed through the internet on his Mum's tablet for an open venue in England or maybe Australia. Michael patted his head and Deepak's. " I forgot to ask you Deepak, was the tail yanking..." "No, it wasen't innapropriate." "Good." Michael replied. Deepak licked his face. Dizzy was losing her patience. "Come on DJ! FIND SOMEWHERE!!" "I AM DIZZY!! JUST HOLD ON A PETER PAN MINUTE!!" Michael put his hands on their heads. "Hey, hey. Let's calm down now. Dizzy, it's not nice to rush someone. And DJ, it's DEFINATLEY not nice to yell at someone. So, please apologize." DJ sighed and faced the pup. "Ok Dizzy, I'm sorry for snapping at you." "It's ok." She replied, and licked him to say "all is good". He smiled and went back to surfing the Internet. "WATCH OUT!" Someone called. "WHOA!" Michael ducked as a ball hit the couch. "Sorry Michael." Destiny said. "It's fine. Catch." He threw it away like the days garbage. "AHA! Here we are! Wembley Stadium, and there doing a metal fest called "Hell Is Here 2020, running since 1996, it has hosted crazy British metal garage bands looking for a oppurtunity for stardom or just a gig. Sign up NOW! Oh yes sir! Ok, band name. Were stickin' with "DJ And The Baying Hounds" right?"

"Naw. That ain't metal enough. We need something like, Slipknot or Metallica. Y know?" DJ nodded his head. "Hmm, how about Killer Boys?" Michael gasped. "Noooooooooo. WAY to violent. How about..... Evil Sinners?" "WHoa! That's def Black Metal, and it sounds so sick and hardcore! So using that!" He typed things on the tablet and sent it. "Ok, the show is in 3 hours. Wait! Don't you have Boy Scouts?" Michael smirked. "Nope, they changed the date due to recent bear sightings to 2 weeks from now. Got the text during the scene switch." "Ah." He turned off the tablet and set it on the coffee table. "Ok, let's recruit some people and we'll make some awful noise were Live Aid 1985 happened! WHOOT WHOOT!" So, this is who they hired: Pretty much all the pups who had screen time in the show and all of Bluey's friends and her and Bingo. With an hour left to go, Michael grabbed his guitar and they all had to hustle out da door. Or as Bandit would say "let's motor". "Were is that bus you guys own?!" Michael cried. "I've seen it in the show, but, were is it?!" It came racing over. "There it is." Bluey said. "Come on everyone! On the bus!!" Michael sang. They all crammed in the original classic Double Decker bus and they raced off.