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 gotta be there ♪

♪ It's me and it's you ♪

♪ My silly old Winnie the Pooh ♪

[clatter]

Rabbit: They're everywhere! All around us!

[breakage]

Tigger: It's horibibble!

We're outnumbered 10 gazillion to 1!

[breakage]

Woman: Christopher Robin what's going on?

It sounds like a war in there.

Uh-oh. It's Mom.

When I get up there, young man,

you'd better have a good story.

Oh, no. How am I going to explain this mess?

Uh, perhaps if you tell her what happened to us out there,

she won't mind so much what happened to you in here.

Of course. She'll shake her head very sadly

and say "Oh, Christopher Robin, your poor, poor friends.

"A little mess like this is nothing

next to what they went through."

I don't know if it'll work.

Sure it will. Hoo hoo!

I'll give you every gruesomish detail.

I think I can tell the story better,

thank you very much.

Storytelling is what tiggers do best.

I'll tell him.

Um, uh, since the story did begin with Pooh,

perhaps Pooh should begin.

I would be pleased to.

Ahem.

It all began, you see...

as I was settling down

to a nice after-breakfast yet before-lunch

and nowhere-near-dinner smackerel of honey--

[buzzing]

...when suddenly I began to suspect

I had a visitor.

And a rather hungry visitor at that.

[buzzing]

[hiccup, giggling]

Excuse me.

Oh, bother.

I said, and I began to think.

Perhaps I had better be more clever

about how I eat my honey from now on.

But I'm afraid the bee

was a bit more clever than me.

Oh, bother.

[slurping]

Oh, bother.

It seemed the bee

was eating me out of house and home.

Ah.

Not to mention honey.

And then I had a thought.

I thought perhaps...

If I eat out of house and home,

maybe the bee won't bother me.

Piglet: And then is when Pooh came to my house.

Pooh: And I brought my honey with me.

The bee could never possibly find me here.

[giggling]

[buzzing]

Unless I left the door open.

Oh, bother.

My house!

[crash]

There. I did it. [giggling]

Yes, Pooh. You certainly did.

Christopher Robin: What happened next?

Piglet: We needed to find a home

which the bee had not yet found.

Tigger: Take that! And this!

And this and that!

Say, buddy bear, seen any bouncy, beady-eyed bees

go buzzing by?

Pooh: But Tigger's home was not that home.

So what did you do then?

Piglet: We decided to try--

Rabbit: My house.

But I certainly didn't want them there

making my home unlivable

just because of some silly little bee.

Rabbit: Oh, my.

My home! My beautiful--

My-- [sobbing]

Hmm. House guests.

Rabbit: And it was then that I decided...

There's only one way to get rid of that nasty little pest.

We're going to war.

Gasp. War.

War?

Heh heh heh heh heh.

War?

War?

War.

We are happy, peaceful creatures

who have always led happy, peaceful lives.

And no pipsqueak bee is going to change that.

Uh, perhaps if we ask very nicely

"Might you not bother us so much, if you please,

little bee?"

[laughing] No, Pooh boy.

I know how stripety critters think,

and I wouldn't trust them with the time of day.

Say, what time is it anyway?

Half past a full moon.

Whew. Time flies

when you're going to war.

Well, better get to work on my secret weapon.

Oh, what secret weapon, Gopher?

Eh, can't tell. It's a secret.

Now let's get ready for that bee.

Rabbit: There were plans to be planned,

maps to be mapped.

Charts to be charted,

forts to be fortrified.

And bees-- [giggling]-- to be beat.

Let no one by unless they give the password.

Excuse me, Rabbit, but what is the password?

Ha! Do you think I'm that easily tricked?

There is no password.

My first task was teaching the troops

to know their enemy.

And, uh, what is this, Tigger?

A horsie having a picnic

in the mud on a Thursday afternoon.

No, no, no, no, no. It's a bee.

And what is a bee, Piglet?

A very small creature with wings which likes honey.

No! The enemy. A bee is the enemy.

And what do we do if we see a bee, Pooh?

We say "Why, look, there's a bee."

No, no, no. We sound the alarm.

Sound the alarm.

Oh. And he seems to have brought along some friends.

[buzzing]

We will not be outdone by a few silly--

[gulp]-- bees!

This was it, my moment to remain calm and take charge.

Bees! Thousands of them!

There was only supposed to be one!

- Only one! - [alarm blares]

Like a good general,

I ordered my troops to their post.

Bees! Millions of bees! Aah!

Run for your lives!

["Charge" bugle call]

Charge!

Remember, troops,

it's more than Pooh's honey we're defending.

It's our very way of life.

Don't shoot till you see the yellow of their bellies.

Oh, bother.

Yes, sir.

This baby's gonna give that bee

a thing or two to think about.

Are you all right, Pigalet?

Speak to me. Say a few syllabibbles.

Oh, d-d-d-d-d--

I had to ask.

Heh heh heh heh. Almost done now.

I was keeping track of our front lines

and planning the strategies for new victories.

Private Pooh has retreated to the left bunker.

- To the left? - Right.

To the right?

To the left is right.

Well, if the left is right, who's left?

Pooh's left back at the right of the front.

The back of the front or the right of the left?

King me. Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

One secret weapon coming up.

Heh. Now we're going to see some real action.

The enemy was closing in.

These were the final moments.

The weight of command was on my shoulders.

The fate of the Wood was in my hands.

It was the greatest test of my leadership abilities.

Faster! Aha! They're coming!

Oh, hurry! Oh, please hurry!

Ready! Aim! Fire!

Is it true, as I've heard,

that what goes up really must come down?

My leadership instincts told me

that time had come to...

Retreat!

Christopher Robin: Then what happened?

That's when I knew there was no choice.

[sigh] We were forced to...surrender.

Pooh: And the bees, you see,

had the same idea.

You both surrendered?

It seemed to be the friendly thing to do.

And we decided that,

since together we had made the mess,

together we should clean it up.

Mom: Christopher Robin, I'm coming up there,

and I'd better not find that room in a mess.

It's not, Mom.

Tell him what happened next, Pooh.

Then, with everyone so happy

that the war was over,

I suggested we celebrate.

Uh, perhaps with a small smackerel of honey?

[grumbling]

Uh, here we go again.

Rabbit: To your battle stations!

- [clatter] - Tigger: Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Piglet: Oh, dear.

Pooh: Oh, bother.

[crash]

Mom: Christopher Robin!

[Pooh murmuring]

Another smackerel, if you please.

Thank you very much. [chuckle]

Another honey dream.

They're my favorite.

Oh, bother.

My dream must have had a midnight snack without me.

I shall just have to eat an extra-big breakfast

to catch up.

No honey!

A surprise! And just in time for breakfast.

There's nothing like starting the day with a happy ending.

This honey seems a bit bashful.

Come out, come out, wherever you are. [giggling]

This particular honey appears to have been collected

by some very sticky bees.

I'm sure it really wants to come out.

It just needs a bit of coaxing.

I think I have the upper hand.

[giggling]

Whoo!

Then again, perhaps not.

I think this surprise is much more surprise than it is honey.

This certainly is beginning to be a very strange day.

[gasp] Oh, my.

Honey!

Lots of honey.

April fool!

No, you're not. [chuckle]

You're Christopher Robin.

Silly old bear.

I mean it's April Fool's Day.

You know, when everybody gets fun tricks played on them.

It seems someone has already started playing them on you.

[laughing]

I'd better get home and see

if there's any April Fool tricks waiting for me.

Hmm. I wonder if this April Fool

is someone to be afraid of or not.

I think I shall have to ask him right after breakfast.

Or perhaps lunch.

Piglet: Help! P-P-Pooh!

Oh, my.

That "Help! P-P-Pooh!"

sounded very much like Piglet.

[knocking]

Oh, dear.

Piglet, you called for help and for Pooh.

[giggle] We're here.

Please come in, Pooh Bear,

if you're sure you're not a flood.

Are you here, Piglet,

or just your voice?

I'm here, Pooh.

Why are you so very up, Piglet?

Because down is so very wet.

Oh, I see. [giggle]

Don't I?

But, Pooh, when I woke up this morning,

I found out that my house was under water.

Uh, that's funny.

It didn't seem to be under water

when I came in.

It didn't?

Oh, dear. Look.

[gasp] Oh, my.

A-And over there.

Why, you're right.

We are under water.

But you came in from the outside,

and you're not wet.

Perhaps it's not flooding everywhere outside.

Let's go see.

This outside looks dry.

Are you sure?

Yes, Piglet.

We shall just have to look for another outside

to find your flood.

Either your flood is a very dry flood, Piglet,

or it is hiding somewhere.

Oh, Pooh, come back inside the close the door.

Oh, d-d-dear!

Don't worry, Piglet.

I shouldn't?

Your floods are really tricks.

You see, there is this April Fool.

He likes to trick you, and this is his day.

He certainly tricked me.

In fact, it was all rather scary.

Hmm. I go think we should ask

whether these are "Thank you very much" tricks

or the "Look out!" kind.

Oh, yes, Pooh, please.

I'd rather not be scared

if it's not absolutely necessary.

But where will we find the April Fool?

Now where would an April Fool feel most at home?

Rabbit always says foolishness is what tiggers do best.

Don't worry, Piglet. There's nothing scary at Tigger's.

[shouting]

Gangway! I've been spotted!

Now there's something scary at Tigger's.

- Run, Piglet! - Yipes!

Oh, what happened, Pooh?

I'll tell you what happened.

It isn't a pretty story.

I bounced out of bed to admire myself in the mirror--

a good way to start any day--

and gasp, there they were!

The who were-- was?

Spots! My beautiful stripeties

nowhere to be seen.

How can I be a tigger without stripes? Hoo hoo.

It's hippoposterous.

Now you'll have to call me Spot

or-- or Rover--

[sniffle--]

or Prince.

Oh, the shame of it all.

Excuse me, Tigger-- I mean Prince--

but did you notice that your spots have a zipper?

Well, hoo hoo hoo, what do you know? Hoo.

It was only some cuddly-type PJs.

I knew it all the time. Hoo hoo.

Then you already know about the April Fool?

[gasp]

You mean there's another one?

Yes, Tigger. The one who left you your surprise.

Oh? Tell me more.

Nobody makes a fool of me but me.

Rabbit: Another glorious day

of weeds, watering, and wheelbarrowing.

Just the sort of day

that makes your vegetables stand up and--

Aah! Oh, my. Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my goodness gracious.

I'm a genius.

A gardening giant.

You're a dream come true.

- [rubber squeaks] - What? Wait. Stop.

What's going on here?

You bet I want to find this April Fool guy.

Hoo hoo! I have a few foolish questions

to pick with him.

I wonder if anyone else has been tricked.

Rabbit: Help!

Help!

Don't just stand there. Get me down from here.

- [pop] - Aah!

[crash]

Thank you. Now would someone mind telling me

what's going on around here?

What I can't understand is,

with all his delivering of surprises,

why no one has ever seen this April Fool fellow.

You're right, long ears.

The fool must be invisibibble.

But, Tigger, if the April Fool is, um, invisibibble,

how shall we find him to ask him if he's scary or not?

By being invisibibble ourselves.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Have we found the April Fool yet?

The only fool around here has stripes.

I can't believe Tigger talked me into this.

Patience, bunny boy.

The only way to outfool a fool is to fool him.

[grunting] Oh, dear.

Eeyore.

Hawmp!

Shh!

Piglet: He'll hear you.

And then we won't be able

to fool him anymore.

I guess I'd better do what they say.

Wouldn't want to get turned into a stump

like my friends.

We're not really stumps, Eeyore.

We just have to pretend to be

until we capture the invisible April Fool.

Of course. Just what I thought.

When I pretend to be a stump,

that's usually the reason.

Now we'll get him.

Even the most invisibibble fool around

can't escape all those Tigger-tested traps.

When he tries to play a trick on our pretend Eeyore,

we'll grab him.

I don't see anything.

Of course not, little Pigalet. Hoo hoo!

He's invisibibble.

[footsteps]

Shh! Here he comes.

If you don't mind my saying so,

here he is.

- Run! - Help!

Oh, dear!

Oof!

Hey, what's going on?

Look! It's Christopher Robin.

Oh, run, Christopher Robin.

Yeah. Save yourself.

Save myself? From who?

There's no time. You got to beat it, kid.

At least let me help you get out of that cage first.

No, no. Don't bother about us.

And you'd better watch out for--

- [clamp] - Whoa!

Never mind.

Now that we're all together,

will someone please tell me who we're so scared of?

The April Fool, who else?

We're not sure if his tricks

are supposed to be scary or nice.

Silly old bear. I was the one doing the April fooling.

But the tricks weren't meant to frighten you.

Honey for Pooh,

gentle pets for Piglet...

cuddly pajamas for Tigger,

and a balloon for Rabbit. [laughing]

But you all played the best trick of the day on me,

so you're the April Fool.

I never would have guessed it was us.

Sure. Any fool could have seen it.

And just in time for breakfast.

But, Pooh, it's almost sunset.

April fool. [giggling]

I knew it was dinnertime all along.