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 ♪

[clatter]

Rabbit: Ya-ha-ha-ha!

Oh, no, you don't, you miserable millipedes.

Take that, you bugs, and that.

This means war.

Retreat! Retreat!

Had enough, eh?

Well, that'll teach you to mess with my vegetables.

Uh-oh.

Fire!

Aah!

Another wild party at Rabbit's house.

Guess I'm not fun enough to be invited.

Maybe I should work on my image.

Let's see.

Smile's still like new.

Hardly ever use it.

Now!

[squawk]

Eeyore: Oh, I see.

It's a dance party.

Don't know what the problem is, then.

Got twice as many feet to dance with as most folks.

I think I got it.

I think I--

Hawmp!

What happened?

You again.

You're what's holding me back.

Always tagging along,

getting me into trouble.

I think we've come

to the tail end of our relationship.

What do you know?

Feel like the life of the party already.

Ah!

All right, you pests,

it's payback time.

[chittering]

[coughing]

Ah-choo!

Where did those little bugbarians go?

Aha!

Tell me where your friends are,

or I'll spray you into next year.

Behind me? Ha ha.

You don't expect me to fall for that old trick, do you?

Yaah-hee-hee-hee-hee!

Uch. Now that's what I call dirty fighting.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dearie, dear.

Don't come any closer.

I've got this, uh, whatchamacallit.

And halt!

Mm! Ah!

- [kissing] - Mm. This gives me an idea.

Might be more popular,

but part of me is a lot colder.

Wonder if anyone's even gonna notice.

Mmmf!

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Hiya, donkey boy!

Say, I almost didn't recoganize you

without your tail.

We parted company at Rabbit's.

I'm much happier without it.

Can't you tell?

Sure, sure.

Only how will you be able

to tell your front from your back?

My tail always took care of that.

And since you're always saying you're such a nobody,

uh, won't you be even less of a somebody

with part of your body missing?

A tail's more than just a tail, you know.

It's a friend who's always there

to back you up when you need it.

You're right, Tigger.

How will I ever get the little guy back?

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

You asked the right tigger.

Ta-da!

Stand up, pal,

and slap a grin on that face.

Because Tigger, Private Ear, is hot on your case.

And take it from me,

reuniting loved ones is what us private ears do best.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Now that's what I call a worm wrangler.

Sometimes I amaze even myself.

Whee-hoo!

[chittering]

All aboard for the Dreamboat Island Cruise.

Step lively now.

Okay! Yahoo!

Goodbye. Have a wonderful trip.

Ha ha ha ha!

You vicious vermin.

Now they'll be seasick instead of lovesick.

Bon voyage.

Hello, Pooh Bear.

Hello, Rabbit.

I've come to see you,

but you don't seem to be home.

What can I do for you on this wonderful day, Pooh?

Want to borrow some honey? Break my china?

Tie my ears in a knot? Ha ha ha ha ha!

Oh, I don't think I want anything as important as those things.

Uh, what's that, Rabbit?

Oh. Uh, why, this old thing?

Oh, it's nothing at all.

Far too unimportant

for you to trifle with anyway.

Well, Pooh Bear, it was so nice to see to again,

but I really must run.

I'm afraid I'm much too busy to even say good--

If this thing's that unimportant to Rabbit,

I bet he'd really be pleased

if I found an important use for it. [chuckle]

My tail.

My best friend.

It's gone.

Hmm. Tails are just tails, not legs.

[gasp] Someone had to help it run.

You mean it's been stolen?

Exactically. I'll start my search

by interrogating the nearest suspicious rabbit.

Old long ears has always got a tale to tell.

[humming]

- [knocking] - Who can that be?

Yes?

Gotcha!

Where were you at 13:00 today?

13:00? Why, I was--

Where were you on the night of the 43rd?

I was--

When was the next to the last time

you saw Eeyore's tail?

Eeyore's tail? I don't know.

And where does your lap go when you stand up?

Hoo hoo hoo hoo! Impressive, aren't I?

Will someone please tell me what's going on?

I'm on a case.

Oh, no. [gasp]

I didn't think it was that exciting.

My worm wrangler.

Someone took my worm wrangler!

Oh, boy! Another case!

But what about my tail?

Both: Not now, Eeyore.

If my superstitions are correct,

these two crimes is related.

But you don't have any clues.

Oh, no. The thief took them, too!

Who was the last nogoodnik you saw

nastying it up around here?

No one except Pooh Bear, but he's--

The criminimal mastermind of the century.

It's a case of very little brain going bad.

I have a sad feeling

my tail's gonna come out on the bottom of this.

My tummy's telling me

this whatchamacallit's really a--

a bee tickler.

[giggling]

[giggling]

[giggling] I was right.

This certainly is something to smile about.

[buzzing]

Uh-oh.

Tickle. Tickle.

Oh, bother.

Is it time for a midnight smackerel already?

Whoops!

[trundling]

Hark!

My private ears tell me

that's the sound of the getaway car.

Yep. And it sounds like it's getting this way.

Aha! Trying to disguise yourself, eh, buddy bear?

Well, it won't fool this super sloth.

Yes, sir, buddy, we're on to you

for committing two--

count them, two--

crimes of the century.

Who would have thought it

of such a nice, gentle friend?

Confess, you two-bit hood.

Where's my worm wrangler?

Yeah. Where is it?

But what about my tail?

I don't have a tail or a worm wrangler,

but I'm sure Mr. Private Ear can find them both.

And perhaps he can find my missing bee tickler, too.

I love this job.

Tigger: When the going gets tough

and the tough start a-groaning

because things get lost or bent or stolen,

never fear. Tigger the Private Ear is here.

When you can't see the woods 'cause there's too many trees

and you can't find a needle

'cause the hay makes you sneeze,

never fear. Tigger the Private Ear is here.

When feetprints need following

and clues can be found,

when gumshoes are pussyfooting all over town...

never fear. Tigger the Private Ear is here.

Handcuffing and snooping

and chasing down pests.

Whatever the case, it's what tiggers do best.

Never fear.

Tigger the Private Ear is here.

Oh, dear.

[hooting]

Forward, men. The chase is on,

and I'm leaving no stone underdone.

this worm-wrangling, bee-tickling,

tail-nabbing rogue is mighty slick,

but Private Ear Tigger is hot on this trail,

and I haven't missed a clue yet.

Sure do miss my tail.

Oh, my. I wonder where they're going in such a hurry.

Oh, dear. That certainly looks

like a very small part of a very large animal.

Well, I really must be going, too.

Heh heh heh.

But don't bother getting up to say goodbye.

- [ping] - Yipes.

Please. I'd rather be your friend than your dinner.

Oh, my. That certainly is a relief.

[gasp] You might come in very handy

for protecting me from spookables.

When you're a very small animal,

the list of spookables is pretty big.

[chuckle] But you won't mind, will you?

We've been marching around for hours.

Haven't you found any clues yet, Tigger?

Nope. I'm so clever,

the thief ran out of clues to give me.

I got to help him out by making up some of my own.

What I can't figure is why anyone would want Eeyore's less-than-splendiferous tail.

It has to be one pitiful little termite.

Piglet's little and pitiful,

and he doesn't have a tail.

Probably just couldn't stand it anymore.

Gasp! Piglet! That's it.

I'm gonna make private ear history

by sending Piglet to the big house.

Oh, but, Tigger, he's much too little

to live in a big house.

Uh, come along, Pooh. I'll explain it to you later.

Tigger: Aha. There's the little shifty shiftaroo

shuffling around his hideout.

The little guy sure fooled me.

He must be an incredible master of disguises.

Shucks, he's so good, I wouldn't be surprised

if even he really didn't know who he was,

which means he'll probably want to hire me

to find his missing person.

That's why I made this Wanted poster.

Now there's no way he can get away from old yours truly.

There. My bully bamboozler's all finished.

Don't move, false face!

We caught you pink-handed.

Caught me? Caught me doing what?

Caught you looking like this poster, of course.

You know, Tigger,

your poster really looks

more like that gentleman over there.

Mm. You're right, Pooh.

Grab him!

Hoo, my word.

This reminds me of the bell rope

Uncle Torbert brought back from the Dark Continent.

Nuts. He got away.

And he took my bully bamboozler with him.

Tigger, you're the great private ear.

Do something.

That thief has got to be stopped.

And that's just what I'm going to do, bunny boy.

I'm about to shed some light

on the culprit's dark and damp identity.

It's time to get to the top of this mess

and clear it up once and for all.

[ringing]

Hmm. They don't make them like they used to.

I hope we're not disturbing you, Owl.

We just want to expose you for the jailbird you are.

It's my hypotenuse

that Owl turned to a life of crime

because he grew up misunderstood.

I? Misunderstood?

Inconceivable.

Don't fight it, feathers. You haven't got a chance.

I got a whole brain load of circumserial evidence

proving my point.

Owl stole Piglet's bully bamboozler

to guard his ill-gotten grains,

and he took Pooh's bee tickler

to keep his pointy-tailed minions in line.

What about my worm wrangler?

Who else would need it

to catch those early morning wrigglies

but an early birdbrain like Owl?

Well, I-- Really, I-- Hmm?

Yes, siree, I can only conclude--

Hawmp!

My worm wrangler!

[gasp] My bee tickler.

My bully bamboozler.

Uncle Torbert's bell rope.

Hmm. You know, I have seen this thing before.

Of course you have, Tigger.

It's always the last thing you see

after Eeyore says goodbye.

I know no one cares except me,

but that's my tail.

Wait, Eeyore! That's it!

Your tail's the real guilty party.

It plotted its own disappearance

till you learned to appreciate it.

I knew it all along.

Well, from now on,

me and him are going to stick together,

no matter what.

I'm even going to let it walk in front for a change.

Yaah!

- [thud] - Hawmp!

Piglet: oh, dear.

I think Eeyore forgot he was at Owl's.

Too bad he didn't have a little more hindsight.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

I hereby declare

the case of Eeyore's tail tale

artificially closed.

Well, it's a good thing, too.

With all this private ear foolishness,

I've lost my patience.

Lost your patience?

Then I, Tigger Private Ear,

won't rest till I find it.

How and will I ever learn?

Pooh: "Once upon a time,

there were three little," uh...

Hmm.

Oh, yes. Much better.

"Once upon a time,

there were three little piglets..."

- and a honey tree. - [buzzing]

In every story, there's honey.

This time, Pooh, for once,

please, no honey.

Well, I'm sorry, Rabbit.

For some reason, honey seems to be on my mind.

Pooh Bear, it's the only thing on your mind.

So please, just tell the story.

All right, Rabbit.

Ahem.

The first little piglet

lived in a honey tree, and--

Rabbit: No.

He lived in a house of straw, Pooh.

Pooh: Yes. A house of straw,

which was next to a honey tree.

Rabbit: Pooh Bear.

And the little piglet--

Was scared out of his wits by the big bad bunny.

It's supposed to be a wolf-- a big bad wolf.

Not anymore. Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Pooh, giggling: Yes.

So the big bad bunny

was looking for his grandma's house, and--

Oh, my, Grandma, what big ears you have.

Uh, what's in the basket?

[sigh] I should have known.

Say, for a big bad bunny,

this bunny's not being very bad.

For once you're right, Tigger.

We have lost track of the story. Haven't we?

Ahem.

Let me into your house, little Piglet.

What do I do, Pooh?

I believe you should say no, Piglet.

No, Piglet.

Why, then I'll huff and I'll puff,

and I'll blow your house down.

Ha ha. Ahem. Not bad if I do say so myself.

Oh, dear. And then what happened, Pooh?

Then the second little piglet,

who lived in a house of sticks--

Tigger: Say, kind of resembles the Eeyore residence.

Pooh: And then the Papa Bear said--

Looks like somebody's been sleeping in my bed.

No, no, no.

This is another story entirely.

The first little piglet

went to the second little piglet who lived in--

Tigger: A house of cards. Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Oh, why do I bother?

And I suppose now

I have to blow this house down.

I'll do it for you, long ears.

I'll huff and I'll puff,

and I'll blow the house down.

Oh, bother.

I seem to have lost my place.

Um, I believe this is the part--

heh heh-- where the three little piglets are all together.

How do you do? I'm Piglet.

- Me, too. - So am I.

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

No. The pleasure is all mine.

No. It's mine.

Rabbit: Pooh Bear.

You finally have them right, but what about me?

Oh, well. It's close enough, I suppose.

Ahem. You little piglets had better let me in.

Oh, who will save me--

uh, us now?

Never fear, citizens!

It is I, the Masked Defender,

to the rescue!

No, no, no!

You don't belong here.

Whoops.

There is no Masked Defender in this story.

Pooh, uh, just why does the big bad bunny

want to get into the house?

I believe he wants to borrow some...honey.

[chuckling]

No. Not that.

Uh, he, uh, he wants, uh--

Tigger: To get out of the rain.

That's it. No more.

This has gone far enough.

Big bad bunnies, Papa Bears.

It's too much!

I'm taking over.

I'm going to tell this story

the way it's supposed to be told. Ahem.

- [thunder] - I'm going to huff and puff

and blow your tree down.

Oh, d-d-dear.

Whoo!

Pooh: And the three little piglets,

who had all the honey they wanted,

lived happily ever after.

The end.

Oh, I love happy--

[sniffle]-- endings, Pooh.

Uh, but what happened to the big bad bunny?

Uh, don't ask, Piglet. Don't ask.