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The Many Adventures Of Winnie The Pooh 1977 English

This could be the room of any small boy,

Like most small boys,

They all live together in a wonderful world of make-believe.

Pooh had some unusual adventures, right here in the Hundred Acre Wood.

You'll find the enchanted neighbourhood

Of Christopher's childhood days

A donkey named Eeyore is his friend

And Kanga and little Roo

There's Rabbit and Piglet

And there's Owl

Winnie the Pooh

Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff

Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Willy nilly silly old bear

Winnie the Pooh lived in this enchanted forest,

which means he had the name over the door in gold letters

and he lived under it.

Now, when Pooh heard his Pooh-coo clock…

But he was a bear of very little brain.

He thought in the most thoughtful way he could think.

I haven't thought of anything, have you?

Nor neither have I.

Think… Think… Think…

Oh, yes, time for my stoutness exercise.

When I up, down, touch the ground

It puts me in the mood

In the mood for food

I am stout, round and I have found

Speaking poundage-wise

I improve my appetite when I exercise

Oh, stuff and fluff.

That's better, thank you.

Now, where was I?

Oh, yes. I'm rumbly in my tumbly.

Time for something sweet.

I am short, fat and proud of that

I up, down, up, down to my appetite's delight

While I up, down, touch the ground

I think of things to chew

Like honey and milk and chocolate.

With a hefty happy appetite

With a hefty, happy appetite he's a hefty, happy Pooh

Oh, bother. Empty again.

Only the sticky part is left.

That buzzing noise means something.

Is because you're a bee!

The only reason for being a bee is to make honey.

The only reason for making honey is so I can eat it.

So Winnie the Pooh climbed the honey tree.

As he climbed, he hummed a little hum.

I call it my Rumbly in my Tumbly song.

Yes, it went something like this.

I am so rumbly in my tumbly

Time to munch an early luncheon

Oh, I wouldn't climb this tree

If a Pooh flew like a bee

But I wouldn't be a bear then

So I guess I wouldn't care then

Bears love honey and I'm a Pooh bear

So I do care

So / climb there

I'm so rumbly in my tumbly

Time for something…

For something

sweet

to eat!

You see, what I meant to do…

And it all comes, I suppose,

from liking honey so much.

Oh, bother.

Winnie the Pooh crawled out of the gorse bush,

brushed the prickles from his nose,

- and began to think. - Think… Think… Think…

- Winnie the Pooh? - No.

Christopher Robin.

Where he could be near his friends, and help them with their problems.

Being stuffed with sawdust, had lost his tail again.

- Eeyore, this won't hurt. - Never does.

There now. Did I get your tail back on properly, Eeyore?

No matter. Most likely lose it again, anyway.

It is my considered opinion

South.

No, no. North, dear.

Don't be so gloomy. Try swishing it.

- It worked. It worked. - Oh, goody!

It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.

Good morning, Christopher Robin.

- Good morning, Pooh bear. - Good morning, Pooh bear.

If it is a good morning, which I doubt.

What are you looking for, Pooh bear?

I just said to myself, coming along, thinking and wondering,

Such a thing, Christopher, as a balloon, about you.

What do you want a balloon for?

Honey.

But you don't get honey with a balloon.

- I do. - How?

I shall fly like a bee

up to the honey tree. See?

But just a minute.

You can't fool the bees that way.

You'll see!

Now, would you be so kind

as to tow me to a muddy place of which I know of.

So Christopher Robin towed Winnie the Pooh

to the very muddy place.

Pooh rolled and rolled until he was black all over.

There, now.

Isn't this a clever disguise?

What are you supposed to be?

I'm a little, black rain cloud, of course.

Silly old bear.

Now, would you aim me at the bees, please?

Careful, Pooh. Hold on tight.

… one!

I'm just a little black rain cloud

Hovering under the honey tree

I'm only a little black rain cloud

Pay no attention to little me

Never eats honey No, not a nip

I'm just floating around

Over the ground

Wondering where I will drip

Christopher Robin,

I think the bees S-U-S-P-E-C-T something.

Perhaps they think you're after their honey.

Well, it may be that. You never can tell with bees.

Oh, I'm just a little black rain cloud

Hovering under the honey tree

Christopher Robin!

I think it would help with this deception,

if you would kinda open your umbrella and say…

It looks like rain.

These are the wrong sorts of bees!

Excuse me, please, bees.

Christopher Robin!

Oh, bother!

I think I shall come down.

I'll catch you, Pooh.

Hurry, come on. The bees!

Help!

Christopher!

Christopher Robin, you never can tell with bees.

When he put his mind to honey, he stuck to it.

Now, honey rhymes with bunny,

and bunny rhymes with…

Rabbit?

I like Rabbit because he uses short, easy words,

like, "How about lunch?"

Pooh? Lunch?

Oh, my. Oh, my goodness gracious!

Is anybody at home?

What I said was, "Is anybody at home?"

No!

Bother! Isn't there anybody here at all?

Nobody.

Must be somebody there, because somebody must have said, "Nobody."

Isn't that the Rabbit's voice?

- Hello, Rabbit! - Oh, hello, Pooh bear.

Pooh bear!

How about lunch?

And help yourself, Pooh.

Would you like condensed milk or honey on your bread?

Both! But never mind the bread, please.

Just a small helping, if you please.

There you are.

Is something wrong?

Thank you, Rabbit. Well, I did mean a little larger small helping.

So Pooh ate, and ate, and ate, and ate,

and ate, and ate and ate, and ate and ate!

Until at last, he said to Rabbit,

in a rather sticky voice…

I must be going now.

Goodbye, Rabbit.

Well, goodbye, if you're sure you won't have any more.

Is there any more?

- No, there isn't. - I thought not.

Oh, help and bother! I'm stuck.

Oh, dear! Oh, gracious!

Well, it all comes from eating too much.

It all comes from not having front doors big enough!

Only one thing to do. I'll get Christopher Robin.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Oh, my heavens to Betsy.

- Well, if it isn't Pooh bear. - Oh, hello, Owl.

Splendid day to be up and about one's business, quite.

I say, are you stuck?

And thinking and humming to myself.

You, sir, are stuck,

a wedged bear, in a great tightness.

In a word, irremovable.

Now, obviously, this situation calls for an expert.

Somebody call for an excavation expert?

I'm not in the book, but I'm at your service.

Gopher's the name. Here's my card. What's your problem?

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

To be exact, plugged.

- And you want me to dig it out? - Precisely.

I say, it's over here, my good fellow.

He's gumming up the whole project.

Dash-it-all, he is the project!

Hard digging, might hit bedrock.

Danger of cave-in. Risky.

Needs planks for bracing.

Big job. Take two, three days.

Three days? What about lunches?

Oh, this will run into money.

I say, how much?

Do the job for hourly rate,

plus cover materials, plus overtime, plus 10%.

And your estimate?

Nope, can't give an estimate. Too risky.

Blast-it-all.

Good idea! We'll dynamite, save time.

What's the charge?

The charge? Oh, about seven sticks of dynamite.

No, no, no, the cost! The charge in money?

Nope, no charge account. I work strictly cash.

Obviously, but I should think…

I can't stand around lolly gagging all day. Got a tight schedule.

You got my card. I'm not in the book.

Dash-it-all, he's gone.

After all, he's not in the book, you know.

Here we come. Don't worry.

Cheer up, Pooh bear. We're coming.

We'll get you out.

Silly old bear. Here, give me your paw.

It's no use. I'm stuck!

Well, if we can't pull you out, Pooh, perhaps we can push you back.

Oh, no! Not that! Oh, my gracious!

Oh, dear!

Having got this far, it seems a pity to waste it.

Wait for you to get thin again.

Oh, bother. How long will that take?

Days. Weeks. Months. Who knows?

Oh, dear.

If I have to face

that thing for months,

I might as well make the best of it.

Oh, no! There it is again!

Well, I'll just turn it to the wall.

Oh, dear!

Yes, a frame.

No. No, no, no. No.

Very nice.

And a splash of colour.

It just doesn't have that rustic, informal look.

A hunting trophy.

I know just the thing.

Something tickles.

Oh, Pooh! You messed up my moose!

Pooh?

Roo has a little surprise for you.

- Flowers. - Honeysuckle.

No, Pooh, you don't eat them.

You smell them.

That's not bad. Not bad at all. It's rather good, I think.

Oh, no!

Oh, no! Help!

Why, oh, why, oh, why?

While Pooh's bottom was stuck at the top of page 28,

his top was stuck at the bottom of page 30.

Night after lonely night.

I wonder what's for breakfast?

Breakfast.

Lunch.

- A lunch box! - It certainly is!

I'm working the swing shift, you know.

I still think I could blast you out of there.

What sort of lunch is in that lunch box?

Well, let's see here.

Summer squash…

Salmon salad, succotash,

and honey.

Honey?

Honey? Oh, no!

Could you spare a small smackerel?

Say, you ought to do something about that speech impediment, sonny.

Oh, no! Not that!

Not one drop!

But, Rabbit, I wasn't going to eat it.

I was just going to taste it.

I'll taste it for you.

That supercilious scoundrel confiscated my honey.

I'm going to skedaddle. I'm not in the book.

And I'm ding danged glad of it!

He might never be able to use his front door again,

Hooray! Christopher Crabin.

He bidged! He badged! He booged!

Today is the day!

Hooray for you

Hooray, hooray

The Pooh will soon be free

And since we pledged he'd be unwedged

He'll be pulled and he'll be tugged

And eventually unplugged

To open Rabbit's door

Think heave-age Think ho-age

And out the Pooh will go-age

For mind over matter

Has made the Pooh un-fatter

Heave, ho

Heave, ho

Heave, heave, heave, heave

Heave…

Suffering sassafras. He's sailing clean out of the book!

Quick! Turn the page!

Stuck again.

Don't worry, Pooh. We'll get you out.

No hurry. Take your time.

Yum, yum, yum, yum

Yum, yum, yum, yum Time for something sweet

We come to the next chapter in which…

But, Pooh, you're in the next chapter.

Well, let's turn the page and find out.

Now, one fine day, the east wind traded places with the west wind.

That stirred things up a bit all through the Hundred Acre Wood.

On this blustery day,

Pooh decided to visit his thoughtful spot.

Yes, and on the way I made up a little hum.

It hums something like this.

Oh, the wind is lashing lustily

And the trees are thrashing thrustily

And the leaves are rustling gustily

So it's rather safe to say

That it seems that it may turn out to be

It feels that it will undoubtedly

It looks like a rather blustery day today

It seems that it may turn out to be

Feels that it will undoubtedly

Looks like a rather blustery day today

Fortunately, Pooh's thoughtful spot was in a sheltered place.

He sat down and tried hard to think of something.

Think, think, think, think, think.

Think… Think… Think…

Say, what's wrong, sonny?

I… Oh, bother, you made me forget.

If I was you, I'd think about skedaddling out of here.

Why?

Because it's Winds-day.

Winds-day?

I think I shall wish everyone a happy Winds-day.

I shall begin with my very dear friend, Piglet.

Piglet lived in the middle of the forest

in a very grand house, in the middle of a beech tree.

Piglet loved it very much.

Yes.

You see, it's been in the family a long time.

It belonged to my grandfather.

That's short for Trespassers William.

Trespassers William?

Yes. And Grandma.

She called him T. W.

That's even shorter.

Yes, yes, yes. And on this blustery day,

- the wind was giving you a bother. - Now, you've been here before.

It's the leaves that are coming!

Happy Winds-day, Piglet.

Well, it isn't very happy for me.

Where are you going, Piglet?

That's what I'm asking myself, where?

Pooh!

What do you think you will answer yourself?

Oh, I'm unravelling!

Oh, that was a close one!

Hang on tight, Piglet.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear, dear!

Look, Mama, look! A kite!

Oh, my goodness, it's Piglet!

Happy Winds-day, Kanga. Happy Winds-day, Roo.

Can I fly Piglet next, Pooh?

Oh, dear. Oh, dear, dear!

There, that should stand against anything.

Oh, help, help! Somebody, save me!

- Happy Winds-day, Eeyore. - Thanks for noticing me.

Oh, bother!

Oh, what a refreshing day for harvesting.

Happy Winds-day, Rabbit.

Pooh bear! Stop! Oh, go back!

Oh, no! Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Oh, yes!

Next time, blow through my rutabaga patch.

It's me. Please, may I come in?

Well, I say now.

Someone has pasted Piglet on my window.

Well, well! Pooh, too.

This is a surprise.

Do come in and make yourselves

comfortable.

Am I correct in assuming it is a rather blustery day outside?

Yes, sir, Owl.

It's a very, very blustery day outside.

Oh, yes. That reminds me.

Happy Winds-day, Owl.

Just a gentle spring zephyr.

Excuse me, Owl,

but is there honey in that pot?

Oh, yes, of course. Help yourself.

This is just a mild spring zephyr, compared to the big wind of '67.

Or was it 76? Oh, well, no matter.

I'll remember this one, too.

Gifted on the glockenspiel, but being a screech owl,

also sang soprano in the London opera.

Thank you, Piglet.

That she laid a seagull egg by mistake.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear, dear.

Pooh, did you do that?

I don't think so.

As soon as Christopher Robin heard of the disaster,

he hurried to the scene of Owl's misfortune.

Owl, I don't think we will ever be able to fix it.

If you ask me, when a house looks like that,

That's a very good idea, Eeyore.

Might take a day or two, but I'll find a new one.

Good, that will just give me time to tell you about my Uncle Clyde,

a very independent barn owl, he didn't give a hoot for tradition.

And went to sea in a beautiful pea green boat.

On page 62, the blustery day turned into a blustery night. Owl talked from page 41 to page 62.

To Pooh it was a very anxious sort of night, filled with anxious sorts of noises.

One of the noises was a sound that had never been heard before.

Is that you, Piglet?

Well, tell me about it tomorrow… Eeyore?

Oh, come in, Christopher Robin.

Now, Pooh, being a bear of very little brain,

decided to invite the new sound in.

Oh, I hope nobody answers.

Hello, I'm Tigger!

- You scared me. - Sure I did.

Everyone's scared of tiggers.

- Who are you? - I'm Pooh.

Oh, a Pooh, sure.

I am?

Oh, well, glad to meet ya. Name's Tigger.

T, I, double "guh", err.

That spells "Tigger".

But what is a tigger?

Well, he asked for it.

The wonderful thing about tiggers is tiggers are wonderful things

They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy pouncy fun, fun, fun, fun, fun

But the most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one

I'm the only one

Then what's that over there?

Oh, hey, hey, look, look, look.

Oh, what a strange looking creature.

Look at those beady little eyes,

and that pur-posti-rus chin,

and those Ricky-diculus striped pyjamas.

Looked like another tigger to me.

Oh, no, it's not! I'm the only tigger.

Watch me scare the stripes off of this impostor.

Is he gone?

He's gone.

You can come out now, Tigger.

Tigger?

- Hello, I'm Tigger. - You said that.

Oh, well, did I say I was hungry?

- I don't think so. - Well, then I'll say it.

I'm hungry!

Oh, not for honey, I hope.

Honey! Oh, boy, honey!

That's what tiggers like best.

I was afraid of that.

Oh, say…

Tiggers don't like honey!

That icky, sticky stuff is only fit for heffalumps and woozles.

That's what I said. Heffalumps and woozles.

Well, what do heffa… Halla… What do they do?

- Nothing much. Just steal honey. - Steal honey?

They sure do. Well, I'd better be bouncing along now, chum.

Cheerio!

The wonderful thing about tiggers is tiggers are wonderful things

Their tops are made out of rubber their bottoms are made out of springs

I'm the only one

and there really were heffalumps and woozles about,

there was only one thing to do.

Take drastic precautions to protect his precious honey.

Oh, hello.

Am I glad to see you!

It's more friendly with two.

Now, you go that way, and I'll go this way.

You didn't see anything, did you?

Neither did I.

Now, the very blustery night turned into a very rainy night,

and Pooh kept his lonely vigil,

hour after hour after hour.

Until, at last,

Pooh fell fast asleep and began to dream.

Heffalumps and woozles.

Heffalumps and woozles steal honey.

Beware. Beware.

They're far, they're near they're gone, they're here

They're quick and slick they're insincere

Beware, beware Be a very wary bear

A heffalump or woozle is very confusil

A heffalump or woozle's very sly, sly, sly

They come in ones and twosles

But if they so choosles

Before your eyes you'll see them multiply

Ply, ply, ply

They're extraordinary So better be wary

Because they come in every shape and size

Size, size, size

If honey's what you covet You'll find that they love it

They're green, they're blue they're pink, they're white

They're round, they're square they're a terrible sight

They tie themselves in horrible knots They come in stripes or polka dots

Beware, beware Be a very wary bear

They're extraordinary So better be wary

Because they come in every shape and size

Because they'll guzzle up the things you prize

They're black, they're brown they're up, they're down

They're in, they're out they're all about

They're far, they're near they're gone, they're here

They're quick and slick they're insincere

Beware, beware Beware, beware

Beware

Is it raining in there?

It's raining out here, too.

As a matter of fact, it was raining all over the Hundred Acre Wood.

There was a thunderstorm on page 71.

It rained and it rained and it rained.

In rushing rising rivulets

Till the river crept out of its bed

Poor Piglet he was frightened

With quite a rightful fright

A message he did write

He placed it in a bottle

And it floated out of sight

And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

So Piglet started bailing

He was unaware atop his chair while bailing he was sailing

And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

Pooh too was caught and so he thought

I must rescue my supper

The river sopped up Pooh

In a honey pot canoe

So the Hundred Acre Wood got floodier and floodier. When the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

But the water couldn't come up to Christopher Robin's house,

so that's where everyone was gathering.

It was a time of great excitement.

Eeyore stubbornly stuck to his task of house-hunting for Owl.

There's one.

A bit damp for Owl, though.

Meanwhile, little Roo made an important discovery.

And it's got something in it, too.

It's a message, and it says…

Owl, you fly over to Piglet's house,

A rescue? Yes, yes. Of course, of course.

So Owl flew out over the flood

trying to get the last bit of honey from the pot.

Oh, Owl, I don't mean to complain, but I'm afraid. I'm scared.

Now, now, Piglet, chin up and all that sort of thing.

Be brave, little Piglet.

It's awfully hard to be brave when you're such a small animal.

I shall tell you an amusing anecdote.

It concerns a cousin of mine,

who became so frightened during a flood that he…

We're coming to a flutterfall, a flatter fall, a very big waterfall.

Please, no interruptions.

There you are, Pooh bear.

Now, to continue my story…

Look, there's Pooh. Over here, Pooh!

Oh, hello, Christopher Robin.

Pooh, thank goodness you're safe.

- Have you seen Piglet? - Excuse me, I have…

- Pooh, you rescued Piglet. - I did?

Yes, and it was a very brave thing to do.

It was?

- You are a hero. - I am?

As soon as the flood is over, I shall give you a hero party.

Because of what someone did. And that someone is… Now, this party is a hero party,

- I found it. - Found what, Eeyore?

House for Owl.

I say, Eeyore, good show!

Oh, isn't that wonderful. Where is it, Eeyore?

If you want to follow me, I'll show it to ya.

Then, to the surprise of all, Eeyore stopped right in front of… Everyone followed Eeyore.

Piglet's house?

Why are you stopping here, Eeyore?

This is it, Owl's new house.

Oh, dear, mercy me!

Oh, dear, mercy me, too!

Name's on it and everything.

W-O-L. That spells "Owl".

Bless my soul, so it does.

Well, what do you think of it?

It is a lovely house, Eeyore, but…

Tell them it's your house, Piglet.

No, Pooh.

This house belongs to our very good friend,

Owl.

Well, I guess I shall live…

With me! You shall live with me.

- Won't you, Piglet? - With you?

Oh, thank you, Pooh bear.

Of course I will.

A heroic thing to do.

Christopher Robin, can you make a one-hero party

Of course we can, silly old bear.

And so, Pooh was a hero for saving Piglet,

and Piglet was a hero for giving Owl his grand home in the beech tree.

We never will forget our hero of the wet

Our quick thinking unsinking Pooh bear

And Piglet, who indeed helped out a friend in need

For truly they're the heroes of the day

What's all that stomping and singing and silly shenanigans?

Hip-hip hoo-ray Hip-hip hoo-ray

Hip-hip hoo-ray for Winnie the Pooh

And Piglet, too!

I sure like bouncing. Wasn't that fun, Piglet?

Yes, Pooh, but the best part is when it stops.

In the next chapter, there's a great deal of bouncing.

There is?

I think that I just remembered something that I forgot to do yesterday

and shan't be able to do tomorrow.

So I suppose I really ought to go back and do it now.

Now, is the next chapter all about me?

No, no. It's mostly about Tigger.

- But you're in it. - Oh, good!

What will I be doing?

Well, Pooh, you'll be sitting in your thoughtful spot,

thinking, as usual.

Think, think. Think, think, think. Think. Think.

Hello, Pooh!

I'm Tigger!

T, I, double "guh", err.

- That spells "Tigger." - I know.

- You've bounced me before. - I did?

Oh, yeah! I re-cog-go-nise you. You're the one stuffed with fluff.

Yeah. And you're sitting on it.

Yeah! And it's comfy, too.

Well, I gotta go now.

I got a lot of bouncing to do.

T-T-♪-N. Ta-ta for now.

There goes Tigger, bouncing in on his friends when they least expect him.

Oh, hello, Piglet! I'm Tigger.

Oh, Tigger. You scared me.

Oh, shucks.

That was just one of my little bounces.

It was? Oh, thank you, Tigger.

Yeah. I'm saving my best bounce for old long-ears!

There! That should do it.

Oh, no! Stop!

Hello, Rabbit. I'm Tigger.

T, I, double "guh"…

Please! Don't spell it.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Just… Just look at my beautiful garden.

Messy, isn't it?

Oh, why don't you ever stop bouncing?

The wonderful thing about tiggers is tiggers are wonderful things

Their tops are made out of rubber their bottoms are made out of springs

But the most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one

I'm the only one

Order, please.

Now, I say, Tigger's getting so bouncy nowadays,

that it's time we taught him a lesson.

No matter how much we like him,

you can't deny he just bounces too much.

Excuse me, Rabbit.

Perhaps if we could think of a way of un-bouncing Tigger,

it would be a very good idea.

Exactly! Just what I feel. What do you feel, Pooh?

Pooh?

Haven't you been listening to Rabbit?

I had a small piece of fluff in my ear.

Could you say it again, please, Rabbit?

Well, where should I start from?

From the moment the fluff got in my ear.

Well, when was that?

I don't know. I couldn't hear properly.

We'll take Tigger for a long explore, see?

Someplace where he's never been, and we lose him there.

Oh, we'll find him again, next morning.

Mark my words, he'll be a humble Tigger.

A small and sad Tigger.

An, "Oh, Rabbit, am I glad to see you" Tigger.

It will take the bounces out of him.

Aye. Pooh?

- Here. - Good.

Motion carried.

Which, incidentally, turned out cold and misty

Pooh, as usual, had a little something along to sustain himself.

And now, as Tigger kept bouncing farther and farther into the mist,

Rabbit thought it was a good time to lose Tigger.

In here. Hide.

He's lost, all right, Piglet.

Oh, goody. This is lots of fun, Pooh.

My splendid idea worked.

Good! It's time for lunch.

- Hello! - Oh, my goodness. Hide!

Hello!

That's funny. They must be lost.

Hello! Hello, hello, hello.

Hey, you blokes, where are ya?

I am shushed.

Hey, where in the heck are you guys?

Hello!

Rabbit? Piglet? Where are you?

Hello!

Hooray! Hooray, we've done it.

Come on, hurry. Let's head for home.

Rabbit was certain everything was going according to plan,

and so it seemed to be.

But sometime later, on the bottom of page 123…

It's a funny thing how everything looks the same in the mist.

He's right, Piglet.

- It's the very same sand pit. - I think so, too, Pooh.

Or we might get lost. Well, come on. Follow me.

Now, Pooh was getting tired of seeing the same sand pit,

Because, whichever direction they started in,

they always seemed to end up at it.

- Rabbit. - Yes?

Say, Rabbit, how would it be

if as soon as we're out of sight of this old pit,

- we just try to find it again? - What's the good of that?

You see, we keep looking for home, but we keep finding this pit.

I thought if we looked for this pit we might find home.

I don't see much sense in that.

If I walked away from this pit, and then walked back to it,

of course I should find it. I'll prove it. Wait here.

So Pooh and Piglet waited in the mist for Rabbit.

And they waited, and waited, and waited.

To his honey pots at home.

What was that, Pooh?

My tummy rumble.

No, Piglet, but there are 12 pots of honey in my cupboard,

I think I know where they're calling from.

Come on. We'll just follow my tummy.

So as not to interrupt Pooh's honey pots.

And just when Piglet began to know where he was…

Hey, hello there, you two blokes.

Where have you been?

We've been trying to find our way back home.

Pooh, I don't think Rabbit's splendid idea worked.

Say, where is old long-ears, anyway?

He must still be missing in the mist.

Well, leave it to me. I'll bounce him out of there!

T-T-♪-N. Ta-ta for now.

Meanwhile, Rabbit was still wandering around in the mist.

By now, he was lost and bewildered.

And to make matters worse,

his mind was beginning to play tricks on him.

What's that?

Pooh? Piglet?

- Help! - Hello, Rabbit!

Tigger! But you're supposed to be lost.

Tiggers never get lost, bunny boy.

Never get lost.

- Of course not. - Oh, no.

Come on, Rabbit. Let's go home. Hang on!

They started back.

Rabbit was now a humiliated Rabbit,

an "Oh, why, oh, why, do these things happen to me" Rabbit.

Now we come to the next chapter,

in which the first snowfall had covered the Hundred Acre Wood.

And in which Tigger learns that even bouncing can be overdone.

Roo was waiting for Tigger to take him out to play. Mama, when is Tigger gonna get here?

Be patient, dear. He'll be here.

You sure did! I like surprises.

- Hello, Mrs Kanga, ma'am. - Why, hello, Tigger, dear.

She called me "dear."

Roo, are you ready for some bouncing?

Yeah! You and me are good bouncers.

Just a moment, dear.

Hold still. Goodness, you're bouncy today.

- Is your sweater warm enough? - Yes, Mother.

Well, come on, Roo. Let's go!

Tigger, have Roo home in time for his nap.

And be careful!

Don't worry, Mrs Kanga. I'll take care of the little nipper.

Peace and quiet, and thank goodness, no Tigger.

Say, look, look, look.

Can tiggers ice skate as fancy as Mr Rabbit?

Can tiggers ice skate?

That's what tiggers do the best.

Say, this is a cinch.

Oh, no. Not him!

I can't… Watch out!

- It can't be! - Out of my way!

Look out! I can't…

Why, oh, why, oh, why?

Tigger, Tigger, are you all right?

Tiggers don't like ice skating.

Climb trees? That's what Tiggers do best!

Only Tiggers don't climb trees. They bounce them!

Come on, let's go.

Some bouncing.

Say, how did this tree get so high?

What's happening now?

Don't swing on a string, it's much too frail,

the best kind of swing is a tigger's tail.

You're rocking the forest.

Oh, thank goodness.

I was just getting see-sick from seeing too much.

We'll have to leave Tigger up in the treetop for a little while.

Because, at the bottom of the next page,

Pooh is having a problem of his own.

What are you doing, Pooh?

That's what I asked myself, Piglet. What?

And what do you think you'll answer yourself?

I shall have to wait until I catch up with it.

Thank you, Piglet.

Now what?

A very mysterious thing, Piglet.

A whole new set of tracks. See?

And so it seemed to be.

Getting mixed up with each other, there.

But to Pooh, quite plainly, four sets of paw marks.

Piglet, whatever it was that made these tracks,

And all of them are proceeding in company.

Piglet, I wasn't exactly expecting company.

Neither was I, Pooh.

In case the animals in front of them were of hostile intent.

Hello!

Look, look, Piglet, there's something in that tree over there.

Yes. It's a jagular.

What do jagulars do, Pooh?

And when you look up, they drop on you.

I'm looking down, Pooh.

Hello!

Hey, Tigger, it's Pooh and Piglet.

Pooh! Piglet!

Come on.

What are you and Tigger doing up there?

I'm all right, but Tigger's stuck.

Help, somebody, please. Get Christopher Robin.

It wasn't too long before word got back

to Christopher Robin and the others that Tigger was in trouble.

Hello, Pooh. Hello, Piglet. What's up?

Roo, how did you get way up there?

Easy, Mama. We bounced up.

Oh, gracious. Do be careful, dear.

I'm all right, Mama, but Tigger's stuck.

Oh, what a shame. That's too bad.

No, that's good.

You see, he can't bounce anybody up there.

Oh, dear! We'll just have to get him down, somehow.

Down? Down? Do we have to?

Come on, everyone. Let's hold the corner of my coat.

You're first, Roo. Jump!

Try not to fall too fast, dear.

Oh, thank goodness.

Gee, that was fun!

Come on, Tigger. It doesn't hurt. Jump!

You're next, Tigger.

- Jump! - Jump?

Tiggers don't jump. They bounce.

Then bounce down.

Don't be ri-dic-cour-ous. Tiggers only bounce up!

You can climb down, Tigger.

But tiggers can't climb down, because their tails get in the way.

If he won't jump and he can't climb down,

then we'll just have to leave him up there forever!

If I ever get out of this, I promise never to bounce again. Never!

I heard that, Tigger.

He promised! Did you hear him promise?

I heard him. I heard him! You heard him, didn't you?

Well, Tigger, your bouncing really got you into trouble this time.

Say, who are you?

I'm the narrator.

Please, for goodness sakes, narrate me down from here.

Very well. Hold on tight.

You can let go, Tigger.

Never.

But, Tigger, look for yourself. You're perfectly safe.

What did I tell you, Tigger?

Come on. Back we go.

Good old terra firm a.

Say, I'm so happy, I feel like bouncing.

You promised. You promised.

Oh, I did, didn't I?

You mean, I can't ever bounce again?

Never?

Not even just one teensy, weensy bounce?

Not even a smidgen of a bounce.

Oh, the poor dear. Oh, that's too bad.

Christopher Robin, I like the old, bouncy Tigger best.

So do I, Roo.

- I do, too. - Me, too!

Of course, we all do. Don't you agree, Rabbit?

- I… I… - Well, Rabbit?

That is… What I mean…

Well?

I…

Oh, all right.

I guess I like the old Tigger better, too.

Oh, boy! You mean, I can have my bounce back?

Come on, Rabbit. Let's you and me bounce.

Good heavens! Me bounce?

Why, certainly! Look, you've got the feet for it.

It makes you feel just great!

Come on, bounce.

The wonderful thing about tiggers is tiggers are wonderful things

Their tops are made out of the rubber their bottoms are made out of springs

I'm the only one

And so, we come to the last chapter

in which Christopher Robin and Pooh come to the enchanted place.

And we say goodbye.

Oh, bother.

Christopher Robin was going away to school.

Nobody else in the forest knew exactly why or where he was going.

All they knew was it had something to do with "Twice times",

and how to make things called "ABC's,"

and where a place called Brazil is.

Pooh?

What do you like doing best in the world?

And you saying, "How about a smackerel of honey?"

I like that, too.

How do you do just nothing?

Well, it's when grownups ask, "What are you going to do?"

I like that. Let's do it all the time.

You know something, Pooh,

I'm not going to do just nothing any more.

Well, not so much.

Pooh, when I'm away just doing nothing,

You mean, alone?

- Just me? - Yes.

Oh, I won't, Christopher, I promise.

Not even when I'm 100?

- How old shall I be then? - Ninety-nine.

Wherever they go,

and whatever happens to them on the way,

in that enchanted place on top of the forest,

a little bear will always be waiting.