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♪ 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 ♪

Tigger, that's too much corn.

And you're holding it too close to the heat.

Relax, bunny boy.

Popping corn is one of the things tiggers do best.

[all shouting]

I knew you put too much corn in that popper.

Oh, fiddlesticks.

You just grew too much pop in your corn.

I say we toast marshmallows.

They're less noisy,

and I'm full of that fluffy stuff.

In that case, how about some honey?

It's very unnoisy, too.

[giggling]

Oh, bother. It's all so very unfull.

[sigh]

Have you ever heard of a honey-moon, Piglet?

It does sound familiar, Pooh.

B-But tell me the story anyway.

Yeah, a ghost story loaded with spookables.

Yipe!

G-G-Ghost story?

This spooky spine tingler

is about the grab-me gotcha,

a shadowy shiftaroo

who loves to grab any shivering stranger

in his creepy-clawed crushes

right before he goes...

gotcha!

[yawn] Oh, well.

I guess that's why he's called a grab-me gotcha

instead of a please excuse me.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Pleasant dreams.

TTFN.

Hmm. You didn't frighten me.

I know there's no such thing as a grab-me gotcha.

Aah! It's in my sleeping bag!

H-Have you noticed how dark and spooky it is out here

all of a sudden?

Uh, take it from me, Piglet,

there is no grab-me gotcha monster.

Now go along to bed.

Excuse me, Piglet,

but that's not your sleeping bag.

Is it?

Heh. Someone should stay up

and protect the corn from grab-me gotchas,

don't you think?

That's very kind of you, Piglet.

While you look after the corn,

would you mind if I looked after you?

Not at all, Pooh.

You know, moon,

you look as if you would fit

right here in my honey pot.

[whisper] Do you think

the moon has honey on it, Piglet?

All I know, Pooh,

is that it seems an awfully long way from home.

[sigh] Yes. It's so very high.

I'd have to stay up for a long time to get there.

[yawn]

And I'm too sleepy to stay up any longer.

Night, Pooh.

Good night, Piglet.

[snoring]

[Tigger chuckles]

What's that, Pooh?

- Yaah! - Yipe!

[shouting]

What is all this?

Keep your lip buttoned, buster.

The grab-me gotcha got Piglet and old Pooh boy.

That's the most ridiculous thing I've--

Shh! Shh!

If we're going to save fluff boy and Piglet

from the spookable,

we have to be quiet so he doesn't grab us, too.

But I tell you there's no--

Shh!

I have a feeling

this is going to be a long night.

Where are we, Pooh?

Oh, my. Why, we've been popped to the moon.

The honey-moon!

I wish I'd brought a larger pot

for all the moon honey I'm going to take back.

Uh, Pooh, the moon always fades away at dawn.

I think something faded away

would be awfully difficult to stand on. Don't you?

That's a good question, Piglet.

Then we'd better hurry and find some of that moon honey.

I'll betcha my stripes

I can spot Pooh and Piglet

from the tippy-top of this tree.

I wish Tigger would wipe his feet

before he bounces.

And what do you think you're doing?

Mm, you just gave me an idea.

We should camouflage ourselves

so the monster can't find us.

Hmm. I can't see hide nor seek of them.

Say, what if old scary-face sees me first?

Well, you can't scare what you can't find.

He won't find a tigger for the trees.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Aah!

[fretting]

Yuck! Them grab-me gotchas out-uglied me by a mile.

[all shouting]

A giant moon bee!

Oh, d-d-dear.

I don't care what you say.

There are no grab-me gotchas.

But-- But you saw him with your own eyes.

We got to get out of here, by dinghy.

There's nothing that's going to make me budge from this spot

until morning.

Grab-me gotchas, indeed.

[all shouting]

Gopher, don't--

The moon must be a very scary place

for someone to be scared of me.

What now, Pooh?

I think, Piglet, from now on,

we're going to have to be very, very

careful!

Oh, my. Where are we now?

We must be inside

a giant moon bee honeycomb.

And where there's honeycombs,

there's bound to be-- [slurp]-- moon honey.

I just hope there aren't any more giant bees.

Well, how did I know

you was going to disguise yourselves, too?

I told you there was no monster.

It was just us scaring ourselves silly.

Oh, yeah? Then where are Pooh and Piglet?

- Pooh: Yoo-hoo! - Yaah!

Moon honey!

Where are you?

Who goes there?

[sigh] Listen, Piglet.

That must be the honey calling.

Who goes here?

Goodness gracious!

It's the grab-me gotcha!

Tell us where you are!

I'm very ready

for a large smackerel of something. [giggle]

It talks like Pooh.

Of course it sounds like Pooh.

You are what you grab, you know.

And now it wants us. Yaah!

Uh, perhaps we should retreat and think this over.

Never mind the retreats! Let's get out of here!

Yaah!

That honey doesn't sound very friendly, Pooh.

I think you're right, Piglet.

It is time to go home.

But how do we go home before the moon fades away, Pooh?

It seems to me

that, since we had to go very up to get here,

we're going to have to go very down to get home.

But we are down, Pooh.

But now down enough.

What we need is a falling start. [giggling]

We simply have to go up.

Come along, Piglet.

We're going home.

Up? Down?

Oh, dear.

I will admit

there is something strange going on,

but so far, the only monsters I've seen are you two.

Just remember, long ears,

it's always darkest before the lawn.

Besides, we've got one thing on our side

that the other joker's missing.

What's that?

Me! And I got a foolproof plan

for saving our buddies.

With this sort of falling start,

we'll be down and home in no time.

- [rooster crows] - Oh, here comes the sun.

Get ready to fall.

That's an awfully tall down

for such a very small animal.

Hmm. Piglet, you're right.

And I, uh, wouldn't want to fall without you.

- [ledge cracking] - Pooh, does the moon make

a sort of crinkly crackly sound when it fades?

Why do you ask, Piglet?

Both: Aah!

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

We'll scare the pants off the first grab-me gotcha

that walks in there.

For the last time,

you're not going to catch anything

- in that ridiculous trap - [Pooh and Piglet falling]

because there is no such thing

as a grab-me gotcha.

- [crash] - Yaah!

Help! Don't let it grab me!

I surrender! [sob]

Ha! Scaredy cat.

Oh, Pooh, it worked. We're home.

Yes. And being home from the moon

is just as sweet as the honey we didn't get--

[chuckle]-- almost.

What did you guys do with the monster?

Why, we left them all on the moon.

Say, what's all this moon talk?

Weren't you grabbed by the grab-me gotcha?

Uh, no,

but we were chased by all sorts of ugly moon creatures.

Yes. There was this horrible little one

with great big teeth

and a great-big tall one

with feelers coming out of his head

that looked like rabbit ears.

But the worst were the giant bouncing bees

with stripes and beady little eyes.

Oh, Tigger, I can't tell you how glad I am to be home.

Bouncing beady-eyed bees?

Uh, nah. I couldn't be.

Oh, d-d-dear.

Gotcha. Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

[crow cawing]

Ah, do you know what happens

in just one more day, Pooh Bear?

Yes, Rabbit. I believe tomorrow happens.

Or is it the day after yesterday?

[giggling] No. That's today.

[giggling] I think.

No, Pooh Bear.

It's the most wonderful day of the year.

The day I harvest my garden.

Ah, the flawless vegetables

at the peak of their tastiness.

Can you hear them?

The beautiful crops

calling out to be harvested.

I believe I hear my stomach

calling out for honey. [giggling]

And that lovely day is almost here.

[crows cawing]

Perhaps I might help you harvest, Rabbit?

No, Pooh Bear.

I could never trust anyone else with that.

Why, uh, I hardly trust myself.

And I could certainly never trust it to those--

- crows! - [cawing]

Quickly, Pooh Bear! My broom!

Trespassers!

I'll make feather dusters of you all!

No, no! The broom!

If there's one thing I hate more than a crow,

it's four crows!

[cawing]

Rabbit, I believe I've found your--

Oh, bother.

I must keep those beasts away

until after the harvest.

Your broom, Rabbit.

Thank you. And I can see I'm going to need help.

The purpose of this drill

is to get you familiar with the enemy we are facing:

the filthiest, trickiest,

most evil creature there is.

Oh, dear.

I give you the greatest threat a gardener has ever faced:

the crow.

Hmm. That's funny.

When the light hits him a certain way,

he kind of resembles Pooh boy.

Don't tell anyone, Tigger,

- but actually I'm me. - Pooh Bear!

Oh. yes. [chuckle] I forgot.

Ahem.

Caw.

Notice the beak:

perfectly designed for stealing my corn,

the claws for clutching tomatoes.

Say, buddy boy, this will do if there's just one crow,

but what if there's a gazillion of them?

I'm glad you asked, Tigger,

because that's when we'll bring in

reinforcements of our own.

The crows will see these,

think we've doubled our number,

and run for their lives.

Now, then, Pooh Bear will try to steal vegetables,

and I'll show the proper way to catch him.

Watch very closely

and do just as I do.

Caw. Bother.

Pooh Bear, will you come back here so I can--

[clang]

Oh! Ow! Ooh!

Ow! Ooh!

Ow. Ooh.

Look, guys. No feet.

[cawing]

Crow! Follow that crow!

Tigger! You stay here

and guard the garden with your life!

But, long ears, since I'm a tigger,

and tiggers never get lost,

following crows is what we do best.

Um, uh, Rabbit--

You're right, Tigger.

Uh, Piglet, you stand guard.

Uh, but, Rabbit, I'm just a very small animal,

and they're such very large crows.

Rabbit, I'd be glad to--

Uh, you have a point, Piglet.

I'll be glad to help, Rabbit.

I suppose there's no choice.

Just stand here, Pooh Bear,

and wait until help arrives.

[cawing]

After that crow!

Caw?

- [pluck] - Ow!

- [pluck] - Ow!

- [pluck] - Oh!

We're either following a crow or a leaky pillow.

Oh, I do hope Pooh is taking good care of my garden.

Don't worry, Rabbit.

I'm sure everything will be just fine.

I hope.

[laughing]

[cawing]

[giggling]

I wonder if that's the plants

calling out to be harvested.

Why, hello. And who are you?

Don't tell me. Are you...

tomatoes?

Uh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah. Uh-huh. Yeah.

But I never knew tomatoes talked.

[gasp] You're not crows, are you?

No, no, no, no, no.

Why, no. You couldn't be crows

because crows look like me, which you do not.

Ah. You must be the help Rabbit said would arrive.

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh.

How do you do? I'm Pooh.

Have you...flown in from the north?

Yeah.

But you couldn't be penguins.

You're a much warmer color,

I think.

Perhaps you're from the south?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah. Uh-huh. Yeah.

♪♪ [Latin rhythm]

♪♪ [conga beat]

Keep your eyes peeled for a bald bird.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Oh, dear. I wonder where we are.

Since you're the tigger who never gets lost,

perhaps you could tell us just where we are.

That's easy, bunny boy. We're right here.

And where is right here?

Just a little northwest of over there,

which isn't lost.

If we go much farther,

we won't be back for harvest time.

Oh, I hope that bear hasn't let anything happen to my garden.

[cawing]

[knocking]

[panting]

[knocking]

Oh. Another guest.

Is this going to be a feat for friends?

Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Perhaps I should get Rabbit and the others.

[cawing]

But don't you want them to see

what a fine job we've done with the harvest?

Ahh.

I wish my friends were here

to enjoy the party.

Why, I know a way they can be here...

in a way.

Piglet: We've walked a very great distance

and found very few crows.

Rabbit: And it was nothing but a wild goose chase.

Tigger: Wild geeses? I thought we were looking for crows.

[knock on door]

Pooh: Surprise!

[cawing]

I wonder where they're off to in such a hurry.

[giggling] I suppose they must be late for their trip south.

- [cawing overhead] - Oh, d-d-dear.

I think I hear something.

Well, whatever it is,

you can be sure it's not--

Crows!

Ruined!

My beautiful garden!

A year's work gone, destroyed!

Why did I ever leave

that fumbling, bumbling bear to guard it?

Uh, bad judgment?

[Pooh humming conga beat]

Pooh Bear! I can't believe that you--

you-- you harvested my garden.

You did all this, buddy bear?

- By yourself? - In such a short time?

Welcome to the Feast For Friends feast.

Why, Pooh Bear, I-- I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say a thing, Rabbit.

[giggling] I was glad to help.

Uh, but how, Pooh?

How did you possibly do it?

Well, it was very simple, really.

I just took a carrot here, a turnip there,

and-- [humming conga beat]

♪ 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 ♪