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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 gotta be there ♪

♪ It's me and it's you ♪

♪ My silly old Winnie the Pooh ♪

Christopher Robin: See it? There's a whale.

And that one looks like a...

Pooh: It is, if I'm not mistaken,

a honey pot.

Silly old bear.

You think all the clouds look like honey pots.

Not that one.

It looks like a bee.

Christopher Robin,

where exactly do all these clouds come from?

Well, they come from a cloud machine, of course.

Oh, yes.

I should have known.

The cloud machine can make anything.

See? There's a pirate ship.

And that one looks like a dragon.

Doesn't it, Pooh?

The one carrying the honey pot?

[sigh]

It seems all this cloud watching

has made me rather hungry.

Perhaps we should stop

for a small smackerel of something sweet.

- [thunder] - [Pooh giggling]

[bees buzzing]

Oh, bother.

This, I think, is not honey.

Indeed, it's nothing in the least bit like honey.

Oh, but as for what it is, I don't know.

Hiya, buddy bear!

Hello, Tigger.

Seen any good muddy puddles lately?

The kind that need bouncing in?

I'm afraid I've only seen, uh, this.

Say, where'd you get that nice-looking handful of blueness?

Hmm?

It came from up there, somewhere,

I should imagine,

though I was hoping for honey instead.

[gasp] Gasp!

You knocked that down from up there?

Do you know what you done, buddy bear?

For one thing, I haven't gotten any honey.

You broke the sky

with your stick!

Ohh! I did?

[gasp] Do you know what this means?

Why, no, Tigger, I don't.

Uh, do you?

You remember that crazy old story

about the cat who played out of tune?

He fiddled so bad, a moo-cow got mad

[cowbell clangs]

Moo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Tigger: And k-nocked him clear to the moon.

Yaah!

Pooh: Oh, my.

Tigger: The whole sky was bare

when the kitty got there.

And he fell

to what looked like his doom.

[snickering]

Meanwhile, down on the ground,

all cuddly and round,

Humphrey Dumphrey sat on his wall.

Then he heard a strange noise.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

And he gazed up on high.

And that kitty came falling right out of the sky.

He sent Humphrey flying like a chubby old bird.

But where the guy landed I won't say a word.

You won't?

Aw, hoo hoo, you talked me into it. Hoo!

It was Jack Horner's pie which was big as the sky.

And when Humphrey hit it-- I don't want to quibble--

the splash was so big, it was-- [gasp]-- horribibble

What are we standing here for?

[thunder]

We got to warn everybody.

Pooh! You-- You broke the sky?

Oh, Pooh, how could you?

Well, I was using this stick to gather honey when--

...when, uh, that happened.

Uhh. Only a bear of very little brain

could break an entire sky.

I'm sure Pooh didn't mean to break it.

Don't want to rain on anybody's parade,

but it seems to me, with one piece gone,

the rest of the sky could fall, too.

Why-- Why, Eeyore's right.

Oh, dear.

The whole sky is going to fall down on our heads.

The most important thing

is to remain calm.

Not surprised the sky's coming down.

Only surprised it didn't happen yesterday.

There. Quality construction.

Meets all the modern standards.

Should hold up against fallen skies.

Of course, butterflies are another matter altogether.

I got to be ready for that fallen sky

because no sky means no rain,

and no rain means no muddy puddles to splash in.

That ought to hold me till Tuesday. Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Oh, dear. No sky means no sun.

And no sun means no light.

And very small animals who are afraid of the dark

simply must be prepared.

Oh, dear.

If there was no sky,

there will be nothing for the bees to fly in,

and that means no honey for me.

So I must gather as much as possible.

Ohh. Still not nearly enough.

If the sky is going to fall,

it's going to fall all over my vegetables.

I must protect them.

With pieces of sky dropping everywhere,

nothing's going to be--

safe.

I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner.

It's simply too dangerous up-- here!

[clatter]

At least the falling sky can't hurt us now.

Ohh...

dear.

Hawmp!

[creak]

Bother.

Down here we'll be perfectly,

absolutely, 100% safe.

Uh, more or less.

[whistling]

Yes, sir, I've earned myself some shuteye

after all that tunneling.

Morning, Tigger.

Tigger? Piglet?

Pooh? Eeyore? Rabbit?

Say, what's going on here?

We're moving in with you.

But-- But--

Couldn't very well stay where we were.

Not with the sky falling down on our noggins.

Sky?

Falling?

So we thought we'd come live with you.

[crash]

Forever.

Forever?

I can't have houseguests forever!

Mm. Hmm. No way no how

can I have these squatters here for the whole rest of time.

Uh, there's only one thing to do.

If the sky's busted,

I'll have to fix it.

Hmm. It can't be done, Gopher.

It's impossibibble.

Impossibibble?

Why, I don't even know the meaning of the word.

Neither do I.

If a thing's broken,

I'm just the gopher to unbreak it.

Screwdriver.

Ratchet.

Yes, sir. Just about done.

Not much more. Almost there now.

Yep. Yep. Mm-hmm.

Considered all the angles--

patching, sewing, new paint job.

Figured there's only one good way to fix it:

going up and rebuilding it.

No slapdash patchwork for me, no, sir.

Gopher, it will never work.

Come along. We must finish moving into the tunnel.

Aren't you coming, Pooh?

I believe, Piglet,

since the broken sky is my fault,

- I should help Gopher. - [thunder]

Well, the sun's gone out.

First thing to happen when a sky falls.

Quickly, back to the tunnel.

Come on, little Piglet,

before some sky falls down on your very small head.

Yep, time's running out.

Let's get cracking, Pooh Bear.

[wind howling]

Oh, my.

On top of all the trouble

I've caused for everyone down there,

I'm sure I've also made things very difficult

for Christopher Robin's friends up here.

[grunting]

Can't fix a thing till I find out where it's broke.

Hmm. Mm. Got to be around here somewhere.

I don't see any sign of--

[creaking]

Gopher? Oh, bother.

And another bother.

Yikes!

W-W-What was that?

Eeyore: Could have been the sky falling.

Not that I've ever heard one fall before.

Hmm. Looks like it's still up there where it ought to be.

So I was wrong. Big surprise.

Look!

Piglet: Oh, it's Pooh's honey pot.

But where are Pooh and Gopher?

Hate to even bring up the possibility,

but they might be up there.

That Pooh Bear always did have his head in the clouds.

Oh, dear.

Never fear, Pigalet.

We'll get him down,

or my name isn't T-I-double Guh-Er:

Tigger.

Which, by the way, it is.

[gasp] Oh, my.

Gopher!

Gopher!

Gopher!

Well, since he isn't here,

he must be...somewhere else.

So I shall look there.

Oh, bother!

No. He's not here, either.

Good news, Pooh boy.

While you were sitting around,

I found the trouble.

When you busted the sky,

it sprung a leak.

Why, this must be the cloud machine

Christopher Robin told me about.

And there is where

your cloud soup's coming from.

Well, we're gonna have to tighten that handle

so the leak will stop.

Yes. That's exactly what we must do.

[giggling]

Uh, can we do that?

Mm. First thing we're going to need

is a larger-than-usual wrench.

Tigger, watch your foot.

Can you...reach it, Eeyore?

Need to be a little higher--

say, a mile or three.

I don't think this is going to--

- [crash] - Hawmp!

...work.

This ought to do it.

Heave.

Ho.

Heave.

Uh-oh.

Unless we get that thing stopped,

the whole place is going to be neck-deep in clouds.

Gopher!

I got you-- Aah!

- Yaah! - Bother!

[boing]

Almost had it.

[boing]

This time, give it all you got.

[boing]

This won't do.

We're just going to have to think of something else.

[crash]

You're right, bunny boy,

and I'm just the tigger to think of it.

Oh, Christopher Robin's pirate ship is sinking,

and it's all my fault.

We got to get back to the busted pipe

so we can stop that leak.

[wave crashes]

Yaah!

Whoa!

I came. I sawed. I hammered.

Rabbit: This will get us up there.

But how do we get it up there?

Why, we'll simply--

we'll just-- or we could--

Well, this was your idea.

Things are getting so weighed down,

looks like the whole shebang's gonna go.

Uh, Gopher, does it seem to be getting

just the least bit stormy?

Yep. Sure sign it's fixing to fall.

Better get an idea quick, Pooh boy.

Dag nabbit! Why didn't I think of it before?

If you got too much of a thing, you drain it off.

That's the solution to any plumbing problem.

[thunder]

I think we'd better get Pooh and Gopher down

very, very soon.

Rabbit: Heave.

Ho!

Heave!

Ho!

Oh, dear.

My nose itches.

I'll get it for you, little Pigalet.

[muffled] Better not let go.

How's that, donkey boy?

Said you better not let go.

Heave--

ho-ho-ho-whoa!

[thump]

Well, back to the ironing board.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Got to work fast. Not much time left.

Now to get the clouds into the drain.

Heave!

Timber!

By dinghy! Ha ha ha!

It's working!

Now to get back to that leak.

[thunder]

Oh, my!

The sky's falling!

Oh, dear!

1, 2, 3.

Success.

[rooster crows]

Gopher, look.

Christopher Robin's cloud friends are safe.

Wish I could say the same for us.

Fixing that leak put us in a fix.

Oh, bother.

Head the high ground!

If you can find any.

Don't go anywhere, Pooh boy!

Yes, I wasn't.

Come on!

uh, we seem to have run out of places to run.

Don't have much choice in the matter.

- Yaah! - Ohh!

Is it falling?

Oh, my. It is!

It's falling!

Say, those piece of falling sky

look awful familiar.

One of them bears a remarkabibble resemblance

to a bear I know.

Other one looks kind of like Gopher.

It-- It is Pooh and Gopher!

Quickly, the net!

Over this-a-way!

- No. Over here. - Oh, dear.

[both shouting]

Pooh. Gopher.

You're all right.

Why, look. It's the sun.

Gopher: Pooh boy, we did it!

We fixed the sky!

You got it looking good as new.

Can't even tell it was busted.

Oh, yes, it looks very beautiful indeed.

I believe an occasion as wonderful as this

calls for...

a celebration

in honor of Pooh and Gopher who fixed the broken sky.

Hip hip!

Hooray.

Thanks to their heroic efforts,

my vegetables will be safe.

And it won't be dark forever.

And I won't need a new house

till it falls down again.

And there will be muddy puddles to spare.

And the bees-- [giggling]--

can still make honey.

And everybody can move out of my tunnels.

Because the sky at long last is fixed.

[cheering]

And we have nothing more to worry about ever-- again?

[gasp] Why, bunny boy,

do you realize what you've done?

Oh, my.

And then the sky was fixed. [giggling]

Here, you see, are a few of the pieces which broke.

[laughing] But, Pooh, this isn't the sky.

These are just eggshells.

The sky isn't going to fall.

Yes. Not since we fixed it.

[laughing] Silly old bear.