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 got to be there ♪

♪ It's me and it's you ♪

♪ My silly old Winnie the Pooh ♪

Pooh: Where could it be? Where could it be?

Where if it's I haven't looked?

You know, it's really much easier

losing a thing than it is finding it.

- Guess what, Pooh? - You found it?

No, I'm afraid not.

For what?

What I'm looking for!

Oh!

I'm learning to sing, Pooh.

It's a hammer, Piglet.

- What is? - What I've lost.

Oh, I-- Eee!

Pooh, have you found my hammer?

Yes, Rabbit, almost.

How could you almost find something?

Well, you see, I've looked in so many places,

I'm sure it's much closer to being found than lost.

I'm never loaning you another thing.

You lose everything you touch.

It's a very bothersome habit, Pooh.

And someday it's going to get you in trouble.

Oh, bother. I do have a habit of misplacing things.

Rabbit's hammer, goldfish potato peeler.

Would you like to hear me sing, Pooh?

It bothers the others very much, Piglet.

It makes them rather angry, you know.

But I haven't even started yet.

Oh, dear. I had no idea.

I don't like the way I'm always displacing things, Piglet.

Piglet?

He was here a moment ago. [gasps]

Oh! I hope I haven't--

No, I couldn't have.

Piglet? Piglet!

Oh, no, I've misplaced my very best friend.

What shall I do? What--

Wait.

Since I lost Piglet right after I lost the hammer,

when I find the hammer, I find Piglet.

And what better bait for catching a hammer than nails?

Well, have you found my hammer yet?

No.

Not only have I not found the hammer, Rabbit.

But now I've lost Piglet as well.

It was bound to happen. Only a matter of time.

You misplace everything you come near.

Now you've misplaced Piglet.

Oh, well, it'll be all right, Pooh bear.

- I'll help you find him. - My hammer trap!

Oh bother, not even close.

Rabbit: Pooh, we've looked everywhere

at least a hundred times.

But I believe we've only looked over there

one or three dozen times.

Perhaps we should check again.

This is ridiculous!

We've passed the same tree over and over.

What if we split up and looked in different places?

Why Pooh, that's almost a good idea.

You look that way, I'll look this.

Then we'll meet back here at this tree, Pooh.

This tall, brown, oak tree, Pooh.

You won't get lost, will you?

I won't, Rabbit.

I shall be back shortly, if not sooner.

I've done so much looking to have found so few Piglets.

But since I haven't found him, maybe Rabbit has.

Rabbit?

Rabbit!

Oh, my! This is the spot!

But I've lost the tree.

And Rabbit, too!

That Pooh Bear's been gone forever.

I'd better get Gopher or someone to help me find him.

And Piglet, and maybe even my hammer.

[cries out]

I do hope Tigger could help me.

Certainly, Rabbit.

Be glad to help you find him.

By the time I hadn't found the hammer,

I'd unfound Rabbit,

which was shortly before misplacing Piglet.

Oh, no. I lost Piglet first.

And then... Oh, bother.

Just remember, Pooh boy,

the secret to finding the thing

is knowing where it is.

Let me see.

Yep! Pooh and Rabbit are lost, all right.

Hmm, say, maybe Gopher's seen them.

Anybody home?

[echoing]

Tigger, that means I've lost Gopher, too.

And I haven't even seen him today.

This is where I misplaced Rabbit.

You see, Rabbit was standing just here,

and I went over there to look for Piglet like this.

Don't worry, pal!

I'll find him before you can say--

Pooh? Pooh?

[gasps]

Oh, no, Pooh's lost me.

And then I lost this tree.

And-- Tigger?

Don't tell me I've lost Tigger, too.

There! Out here, I won't be bothering a soul.

Lesson one.

Singing is much like humming, only louder.

That sounds reasonable.

I lost Rabbit while I was losing Piglet.

And Gopher was found lost by Tigger,

who is himself now lost, because of the lost hammer.

And so the logical thing would be for me to be lost too.

Then I would be where they are.

I shall count to 100,

just like in hide and seek.

And by the time I'm done, I'll be gone.

One, two...

number after two...

- Can't find Pooh. - I found you, didn't I?

- We weren't lost. - A technicality.

Then who lost Pooh?

Pooh got lost losing Piglet.

Well, I'm lost.

That's funny, I thought you was right here.

...a few large numbers,

33, 36, 38--

- One, two-- - [clears throat]

I'll be with you in just a moment, Rabbit.

I'm trying to find you and the others.

43, 11...

It worked!

I don't know how much more of this I can take!

Well, anyway, we've found Pooh.

Now only Piglet's lost.

Yes, that's because I haven't finished counting to 100 yet.

That's it! That's it!

I can't take it anymore!

I'm losing my mind!

Oh, no, not Rabbit's mind, too.

I better count to 100 quickly.

Hey! get a grip on yourself, Rabbit.

Yeah, this is no time to go to pieces, long ears.

We got piglets to find.

Yes, of course, you're right.

I'm sorry.

Come on, let's keep looking.

Maybe my hammer's somewhere out there.

Fourteen...

Oh, I've lost them again.

Pooh, will you come on?

♪♪ [humming tune]

Say! What's that?

Sounds like a heffalump with a bad head cold.

Nah!

It's the mating call of the yellow-bellied,

double-parked sapsucker.

What if whatever it is has Piglet?

Its all my fault for losing him.

[Pooh gasps] Look!

Oh, d-d-dear.

Piglet's much less lost than he used to be.

In fact, I believe we've found him.

- Hello, Piglet. - Hello, Pooh.

Now, that we've found you,

I'm very, very sorry for having misplaced you

in the first place.

Will you forgive me?

I promise I shall never, ever lose you anymore.

Piglet? Piglet!

Oh, I've done it again.

Excuse me, but you didn't lose me, Pooh.

I came out here all by myself to practice my singing,

after you said how it bothered everyone.

Why, Piglet, you weren't the bother. I was.

Me and my habit of losing things.

Isn't that so?

[all agree]

Yes, thank you... I think.

So, you see, I've learned my lesson.

I'm never going to lose anything again...

provided I van find it.

Wait a minute! Enough of this lost and foundsies.

Did you say you were singing, Piglet?

Yes.

Yeah! I never knew you could.

Yeah, actually--

Why didn't you ever tell us?

Yeah, go ahead and hum a few bars.

Oh, now, I don't really sing all that wonderfully.

I'm just a beginner, you know.

Nonsense, Piglet!

Wed love to hear you.

And now, my very dear friend, Piglet,

who was misplaced by me

but has since been found and will stay found,

will sing for us.

[clears throat]

♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la ♪

You built a wonderful stage, Pooh Bear.

I assume you found my hammer to nail it together?

Well, Rabbit, I didn't actually find the hammer.

So I never actually hammered the nails in.

But don't tell anyone.

♪ La-la-la-la-la ♪

Oh.

Oh, dear.

Oh, bother.

Perhaps I'd better go look for the hammer after all?

Faster! Faster!

Not too fast!

Tigger: It's gonna work!

It's not gonna work.

I believe I've run out of room.

Christopher Robin, what exactly is holding the kite up?

Well, nothing, Pooh. It's just flying.

I see.

And how does it do that?

Well, the wind tickles the kite

and makes it go up.

[chuckles]

You know, if I could fly,

it would be much less of a bother getting honey.

[chuckles]

[screams]

[chuckles]

Oh, bother.

[cries out]

Now look what you've done, silly old bear.

I'm afraid my mind was somewhere else.

I was just thinking, you see, how I'd love to fly

like your kite does,

or did, Christopher Robin.

You want to f-f-fly, Pooh?

I've heard of butterflies and dragonflies,

but Pooh flies?

Pooh-- [laughing]

Why, bunny bear, you'd have to give up honey for birdseed.

Come on, Pooh, let's let the kite do the flying.

Eyeore: Don't see why you shouldn't fly,

but then I'm just a donkey.

I know if I didn't have high hopes once in a while,

I'd be depressed all the time.

[geese honking]

Yellow seems to be the color for things which fly,

like the sun and yellow jackets and canaries and-- and so on.

A few of these might help, too.

Couldn't hurt.

Look like a bird to me, Pooh.

Uncanny resemblance.

Almost eerie.

You ought to be flying any moment now.

Oh, bother!

Guess this just isn't the moment.

♪♪ [humming tune]

My, what a very lovely day.

Not a cloud in the sky.

- [object falling] - Just a... Pooh Bear?

I thought I heard Rabbit a moment ago.

Thank you, Pooh Bear.

My morning aren't complete

without at least one major catastrophe.

It would seem, Rabbit,

that the first thing about learning to fly

is learning to land.

What? You're still thinking about flying?

It's unnatural and dangerous for bears to fly.

Worse than getting bounced by Tigger.

Oh, it's no that bad.

And how exactly will this help me fly, Eyeore?

Eyeore: Everybody's always sayin'

what goes up must come down.

With any luck, it'll work both ways.

What goes down must come up.

'Course it's just a theory.

Won't know for sure till we try it out.

[cries out]

Why, Eyeore! I believe it's going to work!

I've called this emergency meeting

because it seems Pooh Bear has taken our joking seriously

and decided to fly.

But, Rabbit, Pooh can't fly.

Of course he can't fly.

And we have to stop him.

Until the skies are free of Poohs,

none of us will be safe.

Just when we're least expecting it--

Pooh really is trying to fly.

I believe I would have stayed up that time,

had I not come down.

Why, the whole idea is hippoposterous!

Isn't it?

Of course, it is... I think.

I know! We'll ask Owl!

He'll know if Pooh bears were meant to fly.

You blow up a balloon, it floats.

Same thing ought to work for bears.

Oh, bother!

Just don't forget to flap, Pooh.

[clears throat]

Pooh Bear is, aerodynamically speaking,

entirely unsuited for flight.

Indeed, the only way he could fly

is by breaking the law of gravity.

Breaking the law?

You mean Pooh would be a criminal?

Oh, dear, we have to stop him.

Given the nature of updrafts and downdrafts

and cold drafts--

- [Pooh screaming] - Oh, my.

Thank you for the use of your tail, Eyeore.

Eyeore: No problem.

I was getting a little tired of it anyways.

Always hanging around.

Besides, no self-respecting kite

would be seen without one.

Now, remember, Eyeore,

you'll have to go very fast!

I'll do my best.

Any moment now,

I shall be flying with the birds,

buzzing with the bees,

soaring with the--

Stop! In the name of the law of gravity!

Oh, bother!

[brays]

Well, at least we stopped Pooh Bear from--

[gasps] Oh, my!

I've done it! I've done it!

Oh, dear! He has!

He has done it!

[gasps]

he's busted the law of gravitivity!

Oh, Pooh, how could you?

[sniffles]

My very best friend, a common criminal.

There's really only one thing to do.

You've broken the law, Pooh,

so I'm afraid you have to go to your room

and serve your time.

Sorry, buddy bear, but laws is laws.

Perhaps after you've finished your sentence,

you will have learned a valuable lesson.

But how long will that take, Rabbit?

Oh, I should say two-- three hundred years.

Look on the bright side.

Maybe you'll get a couple of decades off for good behavior.

Oh, I can't leave Pooh all alone for such a very long time.

After all, he is my best friend and,

well, best friends should stick together.

You want to stay in there, too?

Yes, I believe I must.

Whatever you say, Piglet, old pal.

Yikes!

Guess I'm as much to blame as Pooh is.

Perhaps I ought to be in there, too.

Not that anybody'd really care, mind you.

While ignorance of the gravitational law is no excuse,

I, too, feel rather responsible for much of what's occurred.

Anybody else?

[sighs] Let's go, Tigger. Oh, dear, dear, dear.

It's too bad I wasn't able to stop Pooh Bear earlier.

None of this would have happened in the first place.

No! Wait, Tigger! I didn't mean--

♪♪ [whistling tune]

- Pooh: Honey, anyone? - Owl: I suppose I might.

Rabbit: Do you have any tea, Pooh Bear?

Piglet: Oh, Earl Grey, my favorite.

They can't have fun without me.

Why, having fun is what tiggers do best.

[chuckles]

Pooh Bear! Piglet!

Rabbit! Tigger?

Pooh: Over here, Christopher Robin.

[chuckles] What's going on?

I'm afraid that by trying to fly

I broke the law of gravity.

You don't have to be locked up for that.

Free!

Free at last!

Pooh's flying isn't against the law.

- It's just impossible. - It is?

Well, of course bears can fly, Pooh.

But if they did, then the bees wouldn't have a chance,

and they couldn't make honey.

- No? - No.

Well, in that case, I shall leave the skies to the bees.

And speaking of bees,

I believe I hear them calling me.

Pooh bears simply were not meant to fly.

Thanks for taking buddy boy's mind

off of flying, Christopher Robin.

Yes, he could have hurt himself.

Or someone else.

Always knew he could do it.

- What was that, Eyeore? - Said you're right.

Pooh bears simply weren't meant to fly.