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[theme music]

(male narrator) Among the fine facilities one can find

here at famous Jellystone Park

are the delightful rustic cabins

for the use of tourists.

As each cabin is vacated..

[engine revving]

...it is always thoroughly inspected

by a self-appointed inspector..

...Yogi bear.

Boo Boo, my fuddy-duddy buddy

it looks like we have another vacancy.

We shall check the cabin

for any eating-type goodies, uh, left behind.

The Ranger warned us to stay out of cabins, Yogi.

That's true, Boo Boo

but the ranger has to go by the book.

He expects us woodland creatures

to give a liberal interpretation

to the printed rules.

[Yogi humming]

I'll wait out here, Yogi.

(Yogi) 'Old mother Hubbard must have lived here.'

When Yogi got there, the cupboard was bare.

'The icebox is empty too.'

Hello, Boo Boo.

'Waiting for a streetcar?'

Uh-oh.

Uh, why, no..

...Mr. Ranger.

(Smith) 'You're a good, loyal friend, Boo Boo'

but it's no use.

I saw Yogi go in that cabin, and..

...since he heard you

he'll try to escape through the back window.

[crash]

- Hello, Yogi. - Mr. Ranger, sir.

Did you see the close call I just had?

I almost..

...kicked the bucket.

Kicked the bucket. Uh, do you get it, sir?

You're gonna get it if you don't stay out of cabins, Yogi.

But, sir, I was checking on any fire hazards.

A careless cigarette, a burning match

could cause a holocaust that would destroy

our woodland home.

- Yogi. - 'Yes, sir?'

And were there any matches

left burning in the icebox?

Hmm?

boing boing boing

You're on to me..

...aren't you, sir?

You bet I am, Yogi.

And if you don't stay out of the cabins

'you're gonna get a one-way ticket to the St. Louis Zoo.'

Boo Boo, it's getting so a bear

can't do a little honest filching anymore.

Hey, Yogi, look what I found.

It's a metal teapot or something.

Maybe a tourist dropped it and it's, uh, full of goodies.

(Boo Boo) 'Nothing inside, Yogi.'

Just some writing on the outside.

'Uh, "A lad's lamp."'

Oh, it's just some kid's lamp, Boo.

It'll never replace the flashlight.

squeak squeak squeak

(Yogi) 'What are you doing, Boo?'

I'm gonna shine it up, Yogi.

It'll look nice in our cave as an interior decoration.

A hot pastrami sandwich

would be my idea of a nice interior decoration.

[instrumental music]

Hey, Yogi, look!

There's smoke coming out of the lamp.

Uh, they do that sometimes, Boo.

Uh, you got to trim the wick or something.

But this smoke's got a face.

(Yogi) 'Yikes!'

And who are you, sir?

I am the genie of the lamp

and please, no cracks about

Genie with the light-brown hair.

Well, I've heard it a thousand times.

'I am the servant of whoever has the lamp.'

Uh, here, Yogi. I-I don't need any servants.

What am I supposed to do with it?

I will grant you a wish.

Anything you want is yours.

Did you hear that, Boo?

I can wish for anything I want.

Uh, wish he'd go away, Yogi.

No, Boo Boo. We gotta wish for something big, big, big!

- Let's see, uh.. - Oh, come now.

Don't make me sorry I promised.

How about a magic carpet?

Gets you around wherever you wanna go.

'Uh, we're featuring a new compact model this year.'

That's it. You sold yourself a carpet, genie.

[instrumental music]

Hey, genie, make it a red one.

(genie) 'You'll take what I give you.'

'You're beginning to bug me already.'

Hee hee hee.

A runabout rug.

Hey hey.

(genie) 'When you want it to take off'

'just say go, go, go.'

Thank you, Mr. Genie.

(genie) 'Now throw the lamp away.'

'Let someone else get lucky.'

(Yogi) 'That sounds fair to me, sir. Goodbye.'

swish

crash

Nice throw, Yogi.

It landed way out in the bushes.

This is it, Boo Boo

the answer to all our food problems.

How come, Yogi?

We will stage an air raid on the picnic baskets.

We'll stand on this carpet and go, go, go.

swish

Mr. Ranger! Mr. Ranger, sir!

screech

Yogi's on a magic carpet

and he's disappeared over the hills.

Boo Boo, I'm surprised at you.

[clicks tongue] Such a fable.

You've been hanging around Yogi too long.

Yogi disappearing in the sky.

[laughs] I dream of it every night

but it couldn't happen for real.

(male 1) The North American Air Defense Command

protects the entire North American continent

from air attacks, senator.

Oh, yes, protects.

Radar outposts ring the continent by land and sea.

Mm-hmm, ring.

And relay information instantly to computers.

Aa-ha.

(male 1) 'Which, in split seconds'

'compute the information'

'and show it up on our viewing screen.'

(male 2) 'Oh, yes. Good, good.'

(male 1) 'Any unidentified flying object will be dealt with immediately.'

[radar beeping]

And there's one now!

Stop, stop, stop!

Halt, halt, halt!

Desist, desist, desist!

[jet engine revving]

swish

Hold it, sir. I'm government property.

(male 3) 'Fire!'

swish swish swish

swish swish swish

Help!

I'll see that you get

the forest ranger lifesaving medal for this, sir.

It wasn't my idea. Come on, back to Earth.

So, uh, you found the lamp and wished me back, eh, Boo Boo?

Yes, Yogi. He's a real nice genie.

Oh, I don't know, Boo.

I think he pulled a fast one on me.

What do you mean, Yogi?

Uh, that Mr. Genie..

...he talked me into wishing for a flying carpet

when I could have wished for

a five-year supply of pizza pies.

I goofed!

[sobbing]

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