Original subtitles

♪ Gotta get up, I gotta get goin' ♪

♪ I'm gonna see a friend of mine ♪

♪ He's round and he's fuzzy ♪

♪ I love him because he's just Pooh Bear ♪

♪ Winnie the Pooh Bear ♪

♪ Lookin' for fun, chasin' some honeybees ♪

♪ Pooh Bear, I know he's out there ♪

♪ Rumbly, tumbly ♪

♪ Climbin' a honey tree ♪

♪ Fun never ends for us, we're so adventurous ♪

♪ At least every now and again ♪

♪ And when we're alone and there's nobody home ♪

♪ It's nice to be able to count on a friend ♪

♪ Like Pooh Bear, Winnie the Pooh Bear ♪

♪ Wherever you go ♪

♪ Oh, won't you take me, please? ♪

♪ Pooh Bear, I gotta be there ♪

♪ It's me and it's you ♪

♪ My silly old Winnie the Pooh ♪

♪♪

♪♪

[humming]

Oh, I love Spring cleaning.

Out with the old--

Where did I get this bent stick?

All done.

[humming]

[clattering]

Hiya, Rabbit.

Consider yourself bounced.

[purring]

How lucky can I get?

Whoo. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

You ought to clean up this place, bunny boy.

I was.

Ooh-hoo-hoo, let me help.

No, no, no! I'll do it my--

[glass breaking]

Self.

Say, what you gonna do with all this stuff?

I'm taking it to the dump.

Woo-hoo! What a great stickeroo.

Are you really gonna throw it out?

Actually, I was gonna give it to you.

Nice of you to drop by, Tigger. Bye-bye.

[door slams]

Whew.

Every time he helps, I end up in a mess.

Ooh, uh-- Almost forgot.

Uh, here's that book I borrowed.

[chuckles] Thanks, Rabbit.

Uh, you're welcome.

Did you like it?

No. Not enough pictures.

Of course.

No, not again.

[laughing] Not a very good bookend you have there.

I'll have you know, it's a--

it's a wonderful bookend.

It's a beautiful bookend.

It's-- it's, uh--

Well, it's all by itself.

Uh, you need two, long ears,

or your books will never stay up.

[sighs] I know.

I've looked everywhere for its mate.

No, you're right, Tigger.

Without the other bookend, this one's no good to me.

I might as well...

get rid of it.

Goodbye, old bunny.

I wish I could have found your mate.

[sniffling]

Ooh, look at all this stuff.

Wow, snow shoes.

What a neat bunny.

And I don't even have to feed him.

[chuckles] There.

Roo: Hi, Piglet.

Uh, do you think it'll snow soon?

Snow? [chuckles]

It's the beginning of Spring, Roo.

Ah, I want to try my new snow shoes.

Roo, those are tennis rackets.

They are?

Ah, I don't even have a tennis ball.

Oh, boy.

Trade you my bunny for your ball.

I'd be glad to, Roo, but...

whatever am I gonna do with this?

Oh, since bunnies hop,

I'll give this to my very good friend, Pooh,

as a-- as a-- [gasps]

Spring present.

[chuckles]

[gasping] Why, thank you, Piglet.

It's perfect. [chuckles]

What is it?

Oh, it's a bookend.

When you have two of them, they hold things up.

She looks lonely.

I know.

Since she's all alone,

we'll hold her up.

Bye, Piglet.

And thank you.

Oh, Rabbit.

Come see my new honey bunny.

What's a honey bunny?

[gasps] That's the mate to my bookend.

Pooh. Pooh, I've gotta have it.

Please, I'll trade you for it.

Honey. Yes. You can have a jar of my very best honey.

No, this was a present

from my very dear friend Piglet.

I can't give it away.

Two jars.

[rumbling]

I mustn't.

Three jars. Four. Five.

[whimpering]

Wonderful. I'll be right back.

One, uh, two, three, four.

Oh, no. I don't have five.

I'll get the honey myself.

How hard could it be?

Even Pooh does it.

[buzzing]

[grunts]

Obviously, this tree wasn't built for rabbits.

- Boo. - Ya-hoo!

Bunny boy. [laughs]

You-- What's the matter, long ears?

Oh, Tigger.

I need to get some honey from that hive.

Oh, never fear, old buddy.

Gettin' honey is what Tigger's do best.

I'll just knock that old honey hive down

with my special stickeroo.

[whooshing]

Look out! We're under attack.

Oh. Who wants an old bent stick, anyway?

Are you sure this'll work?

Don't worry, fluffy tail.

When's old Tigger ever let you down?

Say, Tigger, you're right.

These work wonderfully.

I-- I feel like a--

Like a graceful bird.

Duck!

No, not a duck.

Like a-- a swan.

No! Duck!

[whooshing]

I hope these strings are double knotted.

[laughs] Well, of course, they are.

[muttering] What's a knot?

Tigger!

[crashing]

Gee, hold on, big ears.

I got another idea.

And this one's a thousand percent safe.

Safe? Well...

Once you're up in the air,

I'll tow ya straight to the honey hive

graceful as a bird.

A swan, even.

Yow!

Any more bright ideas?

As a matter of factual-- [laughs]

Yes.

I-- I don't think I want that honey after all, Tigger.

Oh, come on, bunny boy.

Can't you hear that old bookend callin'?

Rabbit!

All right, all right.

What do we have to do?

Now all you have to do is swing up to the hive.

Uh, but first, duck!

[whooshing]

[buzzing]

Not bad, Tigger.

But the rope's too short.

Oh, that's easy. [chuckles]

All we gotta do is add some more rope.

No. I'm not doing any more of your crazy stunts.

Oh, don't worry.

I'll handle all the dangerous stuff this time.

Yai-ee!

[gasping] Don't touch me!

Woo-ooh! Just forget it.

I'll never get that hive. [sobbing]

[creaking]

[crashing]

[buzzing]

I did it! Woo-hoo.

That bunny bookend is practically on my shelf.

[laughing]

The honey's mine,

and there's nothing you can do about it.

[laughing]

- Tigger: Duck! - [whooshing]

[buzzing]

Don't show 'em any fear, bunny boy.

They can sense it.

- [buzzing] - [yelling]

Here you go, Pooh.

Five jars of honey, as we agreed.

Oh, my. Thank you, Rabbit.

I hope it wasn't too much trouble.

[chuckles]

Oh, yes. The bunny.

Here you are, Rabbit.

At last, I finally have the other bookend.

[laughs]

Now all I have to do is go to the dump,

and get my old one back.

Look, Piglet.

There's the bunny I gave you.

What? Oh, no.

You mean, you got this bunny?

Yep. From the dump.

The dump! You got it from the--

That means...

I've been chasing after my own bookend.

[hysterical laugh] All the time.

[laughing, blubbering]

[laughing] Oh, no.

Rabbit.

[muttering, laughing]

- Watch out for the-- - Rabbit, look out!

[crashing]

[knocking]

Ahh, come in.

Well, go on, Pooh.

Uh, Rabbit, we thought that

since the bunny bookend meant so much to you,

we'd make you a mate.

A mate? [clears throat]

Well, uh, thank you, Pooh.

Thank you, everybody.

[whooshing]

Tigger: Duck!

[glass breaking]

Rabbit: Tigger!

♪♪

[muttering]

Ee, oo-ee, ee, ch-choo!

[wind blowing]

I'm sorry, Papa.

I'm sorry.

I know you're allergic to me goofin' up.

[chuckles]

It's perfectly all right, oh, sweet son of mine.

[chuckles]

We'll try it one more time.

Now, do you remember your three Ts?

Sure, Papa.

Trackin', trappin', and-- and--

Trashin', son.

Trashin' them furry woodland creatures.

The T-n-T's, passed down from father heffalump

to son heffalump.

And the first T is...

trappin'.

Now, dramatically spring the trap.

Oh, come on, son.

Put a little more heffalump oomp into it.

[straining]

[sighs] I'll be right back.

[screaming]

Papa, I didn't mean to do it.

I'm sorry.

[chuckles] Listen, son, uh,

why don't you go practice some trackin'

while I, uh--

Inspect the rest of this trap.

Uh, yeah, that's it, I'll, uh--

Yes, Papa.

Pooh: Ya-ha-ha-hoo!

- Piglet: Whee! - Pooh: Whoa.

[laughs] You were right, Pooh.

That wasn't so very hard. [chuckles]

That's because I'm so very soft.

[chuckles] Shall we do it again?

[sobbing]

Ah, what's that, P-P-P-Pooh?

It sounds to me like a crying jag.

[chuckles] That's short for jagular.

Oh, dear.

Is that one of the fiercer animals?

I'm not sure, Piglet.

But perhaps if we ignore it,

it will go away.

[sobbing continues]

But, Pooh, it sounds so sad.

Then we'll help.

Uh, good idea, Pooh, uh--

Waaaaah!

Uh, you-- you help first.

[sobbing]

It's not a jagular, Pooh.

It's Junior Heffalump.

Piglet!

Aww. Why are you crying?

I can't find any tracks,

and if I can't find tracks,

I won't be able to find any other Ts.

And if I don't learn my Ts,

I'll let my papa down.

Ts?

All I know about Ts is tea parties,

and that honey is served at them.

Perhaps we should take you to Rabbit's.

He's an expert at tea parties.

And honey.

Junior!

[panting]

Tracks.

Gasp! Heffalump nappers.

They must have snatched my baby boy.

But I'll track 'em down.

[humming]

Mm. Tea time.

[knocking]

Now who could that be?

As if I didn't know.

Hello, Rabbit. This is Junior.

And we've come for tea,

and tea,

and honey.

But he's a heffalump.

And he has to learn everything there is to know about Ts.

So we'd better get started. [slurping]

Rabbit: All right. Just be--

[crashing]

Careful.

Hmm.

That has to be a heffalump napper.

Only that many feet could have left so many tracks.

[munching]

'Scuse me,

but you're sittin' on a thistle bush.

Thistle bush?

[screams]

Didn't need to leave in such a huff.

I said excuse me.

What else can possibly go wrong?

[screaming]

I had to ask.

Oooh!

- [crashing] - Yeow!

Oh, bother.

[glass breaking]

Junior. Come on, boy. Let's get outta here.

A ghost.

Junior's been kidnapped by [stammers] a ghost.

Junior, tell me. What happened back there, son?

Well, you see, Papa, we were having a tea party.

Me and my friends were--

No time to talk now.

This is our chance to trap

some of those furry woodland creatures.

[gasps] But, Papa,

aren't you allergic to furry woodland creatures?

Oh, yeah.

Ah-choo!

But we have to save him.

Ooh!

[crashing]

- Rabbit: We found him. - But-- but--

Not now.

You can thank us when you're safe.

Oh. We can hide down there.

Gasp! How can it be?

My son's in the clutches

of the furry woodland creatures.

[crashing]

Oh. Where are we?

[coughing]

Smack dab where you ain't been invited, sonny.

Confound nuisances, droppin' in at all hours.

So, what do you want?

Uh, you see, Gopher,

uh, we're hiding from a ghost

that keeps chasing Junior.

Well, he's not exactly a ghost.

You see, I'm supposed to learn my T-n-Ts,

- and-- - T-n-T?

[laughs] Well, sonny,

ya come to the right place. [laughs]

Course, uh, we can only start you out with a half dozen sticks.

After all, you're just a beginner.

All I need is a running start.

Oh, no.

I forgot.

I'm allergic to holes, too.

Now listen, sonny,

- there's nothin' to this. - But-- but--

[grunting] Ahh--

Ah, don't be nervous.

First time's always the hardest.

- Choo! - [explosion]

Gesundheit.

That's odd.

I've never said gesundheit

to an explosion before.

[sniffling] That was no explosion.

That was my papa.

Must be more allergic to holes than I thought.

There, there.

Your father will understand you blowing him up.

No, I've let him down.

It's not that I'm a bad son,

I'm just not a very good heffalump.

I can't even track furry woodland creatures.

- [sobbing] - Pooh, we have to do something.

I got it. Nitroglycerin.

Don't worry, Piglet.

I have a fool proof plan.

Oh, my son. My son!

What have they done with you?

I've failed him as a father!

Uh, Papa.

Not now, son.

I'm busy bein' worried about ya.

- Son? - Hi.

Son!

[muffled dialog]

Oh, it's good to have you back, boy.

[muffled dialog]

Hey, wait a minute.

Where have you been?

I've been trackin', Papa.

Look.

- [chuckles] Hello. - Hi.

We've been tracked.

Ya did it, son!

Your first track.

I--

Say, they look kind of familiar.

Ah, who cares.

Just pull that lever, son,

and ya got 'em trapped.

Both: Trapped?

But, Papa--

Remember, T-n-T.

Now pull that lever.

Hey!

[crashing]

Oh, no!

Papa! Oh, Papa, I'm sorry.

My own boy.

Who'd have believed it?

Do you know what you've done, Junior?

Goofed again.

You've trapped me, the teacher.

And to think I taught him everything he knows.

[chuckles]

Take me home, son. [chuckles]

Wait 'til your mama sees this.

Thanks for everything, guys.

I'll be back real soon

for a real tea party.

Bye,

little woodland creatures.

Uh-oh. Woodland creatures.

It's like I always say, Piglet.

The family that traps together... uh--

Ah-choo!

Traps together.

Oh, yes, Pooh. [chuckles]

You always do say that.

♪♪