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 ♪

[rumbling]

Tigger: Foul ball!

Rabbit: No shoving!

Whoops! There it goes!

Don't let it get away.

Oh, dear.

[grunt] We're-- We're stuck.

Hmm. A sneaky little guy, isn't he?

Are we having a time out?

Come on, you persnickety little sphere.

Come to Papa.

Hand it off!

Dag nabbit! I can't wait around all day.

I got things to thingie,

places to replace, and--

Aah!

[crash]

Rabbit: There it goes.

- Tigger: Pass it! - Piglet: Catch it.

I get the feeling it's time to move.

Well, there's no use complaining,

not that I ever do.

Oh, dear.

Feet together, left arm straight, head down.

Well played, Piglet. Ha ha!

Nice shot.

Was that a goal, Pooh?

Yeah, Pooh boy. You're the referee.

You decide all the important stuff.

Oh.

Well, I think it was as close to being a goal

as it could be without being close at all.

Thank you, Pooh.

There goes the ball!

No ball's going to get the bounce on me.

Now I gotcha, you ornery little orb.

Hurry, Tigger, it's getting away.

Don't worry, Rabbit. I got it on the run.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Why, hello, ball.

- We've got it cornered. - Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Oh, my goodness.

I think it would be safer if you left.

[giggling]

This certainly seems

like a good place for my house.

Hawmp!

But then again,

it never hurts to keep looking.

Why did you do that, Pooh Bear?

Don't you know what it means to be the referee?

Of course I do, Rabbit.

It means I'm on the ball's side.

I'm glad you're on its side, Pooh.

No, no, no, no.

The ball doesn't have Pooh on its side.

How do you know, bunny boy?

They look pretty friendly to me.

I know because I wrote the rules.

Oh, yeah? So what do the rules say, long ears?

Uh, oh, yes, the rules.

Well, uh, the rules say-- uh, well...

Get that ball!

Dag nabbit!

The trouble with all this fun and games stuff

is that it takes too long.

I got things to do.

Hmm. Now where did I put that blasted first--

Aah!

[crash]

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

One little swipe, and the game's over.

Wait. Stop. Don't hit it.

Uh, where's Gopher?

The rules say you can't score unless the goalie is here.

What do we do now, Pooh?

Perhaps a time out for a small smackerel.

Exactly, Pooh. A time out.

But not for smackereling.

We must have a team meeting.

But haven't we met each other already?

Oh, my.

Rabbit: Order, order.

Ahem. I call this team meeting to order.

There. Now we're all here.

Where's Gopher? We can't stop the meeting without him.

Jumpin' crawdaddies!

How's a guy supposed to get any work done

with all this playing going on?

But, Gopher, we can't play without you.

I had enough fun and relaxation.

I got a whole system of subterranean shortcuts to build.

But the rules say

we can't finish the game without a goalie.

- I have to work. - Play.

- Work. - Play!

Work!

Uh, Pooh,

you're the referee.

What do you think we should do?

Yeah. You tell 'em, buddy bear.

Yes, Pooh. Should we play?

Or work?

Mm.

Yes.

Both: Yes?

By dinghy, that makes sense to me.

Right. We'll do both.

All right, Gopher, we'll help you work.

Gopher: And I'll help you play.

My first shortcut wasn't short enough,

so I'm going to have to cut another shortcut around it.

Well, whatever we do, let's do it

so we can get back to the game.

Gonna need some rocks for a retaining wall.

Safety first, you know.

Perhaps we could use this, Gopher?

Nope, nope, not that one.

No, siree.

That's my pride and joy.

Best boulder I ever built.

I'm saving it for something special.

Maybe one of these would do?

- [gasp] - Oh, bother.

Head for the hills!

- Gangway! - Retreat!

Yipes!

I think we lost it.

I think it found us.

[crash]

Follow me.

Hmm. Not bad for an oversized marble.

Now this is what I call a shortcut.

Then that takes care of the working.

And now we can get back to the game.

All the modern conveniences--

impressive yet tasteful.

[thump]

But not too sturdy.

Heads up, Piglet.

I got it. I got it. Oof!

Hey, little Piglet, where's the ball?

I didn't get it.

Here we go again.

Nothing but a waste of time.

- [rumbling] - Say,

what's all the ruckus about?

[shouting]

Hey! Watch it, you dad-blasted ball!

Ball? Heh heh. I got the ball.

All right, you lollygaggers,

now you're going to see some real Gopher goalieing.

[crash]

[rumbling]

- [pop] - Oh, dear.

It took the ball.

Gopher: Spoilsport!

The rules! The rules! It's against the rules!

[gasp] If we don't get that ball back,

we'll never stop playing.

And we'll never get back to work.

And we'll run out of time outs.

After that ball!

[all shouting]

What shall we do now?

There's only one thing to do.

We'll call a team meeting and decide what to do.

The rules clearly state

that the game's not over until the game is finished.

And we can't finish without a ball.

Gopher, it's your boulder.

You tell us where it took the ball.

Matter of fact, I can.

Ahem. Taking into account velocity, gravity,

and the hypotenuse of any right triangle,

I calculate it's going to come to a stop

right about there.

[rumbling]

Come in.

Oh, no! My vegetables!

[Gopher chuckles]

Of course, that's after it passes through your garden.

So when will it get to there?

Oh, in, uh, say, 35 seconds.

Then why don't we make there the goal?

Nice house in a quiet neighborhood.

What more could a donkey want?

Huh?

Yikes.

Well, Pooh?

Why, it's a goal.

Then, according to the rules, the game is over.

Leave it to old donkey boy here

to show up in the right place at the right time.

It's a talent we donkeys don't like to brag about.

Why, Eeyore, a stick has fallen from your home.

Oh, bother.

Oh, dear.

Eeyore, I'm very sorry.

Aren't I?

No need to be, Pooh.

It's all the house I ever needed.

Say, long ears, what was the score?

That's a very good question, Tigger.

What was the score, Pooh?

Score?

But, Rabbit, Pooh can't count.

Then according to the rules, we have to play tomorrow

to figure out today's score.

Tigger: What'll we use for a ball?

Gopher: Ah, don't worry.

We'll find something.

[humming]

Hiya, buddy bear!

How about some fun and frolics and stuff?

I can't now, Tigger.

I'm cleaning my empty honey pots.

before I fill them again

so I can empty them again.

[giggling]

I'll bet Pigalet can play.

He's always got time for a friend.

Oh, bother.

I must have pumped the pump too hard.

Perhaps it's gone off to take a nap.

Let me see.

A carrot caddy for Rabbit,

a honey pot warmer for Pooh Bear--

- Hiya, little Pigalet! - Yipes!

What say you and me go hunting heffalumps or something?

I can't now, Tigger.

I'm making up my Christmas list.

But it's only half past springtime.

Well, I have so many friends that it's a very long list.

Maybe old long ears will want to have some fun.

I hope I get this done before it gets too dark to see.

[buzzing]

Oh, my. That's much better.

I think.

I certainly

do not want to play, Tigger.

As you can see, I'm very busy with my gardening.

I guess nobody wants to do any playing with me today.

[gasp] Oh, my.

[rumbling]

Oh, my, oh, my.

Everybody's too-- [sniffle]-- for me.

If I bounced up and never came down,

nobody would even notice the extra space.

Say, even my door's being-- [grunt]-- unfriendly.

If I don't get this thing unstuck--

huh-- I'll be stuck out there forever.

I'm gonna get in there

if it's the last thing I do-hoo-hoo-hoo!

[crash]

Say, do I hear teensy little insecty footsteps

of the bug variety?

Hmm. Looks like I got a houseguest.

Why, it must be a blue-faced, yellow-bellied housefly.

Hiya, little fella.

My name's Tigger. What's yours?

The shy type, no doubt.

That's okay, kid.

You and me are gonna be best friends.

We'll go places and do things

like going to walks, playing marbles,

singing songs in four-part harmony,

just the two of us.

We'll have a ton of fun,

and when we're done-- [chuckle]--

we'll have some more.

Having fun with friends is what tiggers do the best.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

There's something very strange going on here.

Say, everybody, I want to introduce you

to my new friend.

Not now, Tigger. We have a crisis to resolve.

Do you see Tigger's new friend?

Well, uh, no, not exactly. Do you?

Not very well, I'm afraid.

We must find out what's happening

to all the wood in the Wood.

Hmm. Let's you and me go have some friend-type fun.

TTFN.

Uh, Tigger seems to have a new friend

only Tigger can see.

Why would Tigger need a new friend when he has us?

Well, if the friend he likes best isn't,

then the friends who like him best

must be...friendlier.

[giggling]

Why, Pooh,

I believe that's a very friendly idea.

Poor little guy,

out there all alone on that big, cruel world

and nobody watching where they're stepping.

Hope he's-- [sniffle]-- okay.

You're home.

I'm never letting you out of my sight again

because you're the best pal a tigger ever had.

Hello, friend Tigger.

I've brought you a small gift.

And I brought you these, Tigger.

It's the sort of things friends do for their friends.

Glad you dropped by.

Now you can meet my new friend.

How do you do?

I'm Pooh, and this is my friend Piglet.

It's very nice to meet you.

Say, who you guys talking to?

My friend's not there. He's over-- Gasp!

He's gone again!

I've got to find him!

Poor Tigger has imagined

that his imaginary friend has run away.

Yes. It seems this is worse than we'd imagined.

Piglet: Oh, poor Tigger. What shall we do?

What is it that's chewing everything into sawdust?

Chewing? Are we going to have breakfast?

We have to do something.

Yes. Something sweet.

I believe we must convince Tigger

his friend isn't real.

Is Tigger's unfriend coming to breakfast?

Uh, Pooh Bear, I'm talking about

the strange goings-on in the forest.

Something very unusual is happening,

and I'm going to get to the bottom of-- this!

[clang]

Aha!

The mystery is solved.

Ahem. After a great deal of research on my part,

- I-- - Hey, everybody!

I found my little-- - Not now, Tigger.

Ahem. As I was saying,

I have discovered what's responsible for our problem,

and it is...

a termite.

Hmm.

Bears a remarkabibble resemblance

to a blue-faced, yellow-bellied housefly.

We must find this terrible termite

before it eats us out of house and home.

And honey.

Me and my little friend

will find that villainous villain for you.

I'll bet he's already hot on the trail.

Wait for me, little guy.

Let's find that termite.

And invite him to breakfast.

Here, Mr. Termite.

I know you're here somewhere.

Aren't you?

Oof. I was right. [giggling]

Perhaps the termite has come back here for dessert.

My house is getting taller,

or I'm getting even smaller.

Have you seen the termite, Piglet?

Why, yes, Pooh. I believe I have.

There he goes!

He's headed straight for Tigger's house.

Hiya, fellas!

Did you find that dastardly termite?

- [buzzing] - Oof.

There it is.

Say,

what are you doing chasing my friend?

Thought you were after some terribibble termite.

But that is the termite.

That's ridickerous.

This is a blue-faced, yellow-bellied housefly.

My friend.

Why, do you realize what this means?

Yes. It means Tigger's friend

is a bit more real than we imagined.

That thing is a menace to the Hundred Acre Wood.

It has to go.

Huh-uh. No way. No how.

He's my friend, and I'm not sending him packing.

Don't worry, little guy.

I'll protect you.

But, Tigger,

that creature must go and now.

He's eaten the fence around my garden,

Piglet's chair, Pooh's table--

Yeah, but-- but--

No buts, Tigger.

That termite must go.

Okay.

If that's the way it's got to be.

Good. I'm glad you're finally listening to reason.

I'll have to-- [sniffle]-- move away with him.

I can't let the poor little guy go alone.

Mm, uh, I mean, Tigger,

you don't have to leave, too, do you?

This is how it must be.

I'll go away forever and maybe even longer--

just me and you.

He's-- [gasp]-- gone.

Why, he must have heard the terribibble things you were saying

and got his itty-bitty bug feelings hurt.

Hurt feelings, indeed.

I'll bet the little monster's out there

eating what's left of our homes.

We have to stop that thing.

He must be around here somewhere.

[buzzing]

[shouting]

I knew it. It's him.

Why, what's he doing?

Pooh: I believe he's fixing what he unfixed, Rabbit.

Thanks, little fella.

He caught my good side. Coo!

Hey!

Where ya going?

Come back!

So long, little-- [sniffle]-- bug buddy.

We just want you to know that we're still your friends.

And that you're welcome to breakfast

any time it's time for breakfast.

Uh, what time is it?

Ah, I know that.

And, uh, Tigger, I am sorry about your little, uh, friend.

Ah, don't worry about it.

Why, you're just in time to see.

I had so much fun with one bug,

I figured it would be ten times as much fun

with ten of them.

So meet my new friends.

Why, Tigger, aren't those--

Fleas?

Yeah. I'm gonna start a circus.

Okay, fellas,

show them how you can jump through the hoop.

Say, where'd they all go?

I heard of close friends,

but this is too close. Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!