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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 ♪

Don't stop now.

We're almost finished.

Whew. It sure took long enough

to dig this whatchamahoosie.

Ooh. I thought you said this, uh, whatchamahoosie

was going to save work, Rabbit.

Oh, dear.

This ditch is part of my new scientific farming method.

Once it's filled with water,

It will keep my carrots moist and happy

all summer long.

What's the big idea, sonny?

If I hadn't filled in that big ditch,

you'd have water kersplashing all over your garden.

Filled in?

By dinghy,

you've nearly ruined the work of a lifetime.

Now see here, Gopher,

just what do you think you're doing?

Well, first I got to set up my construction site.

Then I got to take a survey--

Uh, but--

You fellas can help me, too, if you like.

Careful. This blackboard's been in the family for years.

Oh, it's beautiful, Gopher,

with just he right amount of chalk.

This here equation was handed down

from my grandpappy to my pappy to me.

Boys, you're eyeballing a real wonder of the world:

an equation for... the ultimate tunnel.

And to think it looked like just a bunch of numbers to me.

No, siree.

These are more than just numbers.

Gopher, narrating: My grandpappy was always

an overeager young whippersnapper,

and one day he accidentally tunneled into the Grand Canyon.

Ever since that fateful afternoon,

he dreamed of digging the ultimate tunnel.

I'm going to make my ancestor's dream a reality.

That's wonderful, Gopher,

but just where will this ultimate tunnel begin?

Follow me.

Congratulations, Rabbit.

My ultimate tunnel starts right here.

You lucky guy.

Yep. Heh heh heh heh.

Ain't it wonderful?

But-- But-- But-- But--

I know it's a big job, Rabbit,

but a gopher's got to do what a gopher's got to do.

No. Wait. What I meant was--

And we'll help you, Gopher.

Perhaps we should have a small smackerel of something

to celebrate before we start. [chuckle]

Oh, bother.

Is anyone hungry?

Besides me, I mean.

Oh, I suppose not.

Well, a pooh has to do what a pooh has to do. [giggling]

I can't stand this!

Oops! Oh, bother.

Pooh. What have you one?

What a pooh had to do, I believe.

No, Pooh. Look.

Oh, don't worry about that, Rabbit.

There. Oh, bother.

Something seems to be missing.

Missing?

Why, no, Pooh, not at all.

You've one a fabulous thing, Pooh Bear.

I mean, a perfectly fixable thing.

Now run along.

I promise to fix your mistake

if you promise to keep quiet about it.

Quiet about what, Rabbit?

Never mind, Pooh.

I'll take care of everything.

Heh heh heh. Thank you very much.

Say, there's something fishy going on around here.

Have you started work

on your ultimate tunnel yet, Gopher?

Nope. Seems I've made a mistake in my calculations.

Oh, well. Somehow I'll try to go on

living without it. [snickering]

Poor Rabbit.

I hope he'll recover from the disappointment.

♪ Tootly toot tee tee, ta ta ta ta ta ta ♪

My, my. Even a dusty floor looks better

than one with a big hole in it.

[jackhammer]

Now what can that be?

What are you doing to Piglet's house?

Just following the equation for my ultimate tunnel.

Mm, this time I'm sure I got it right.

Oh, my goodness. What have I done?

Are you all right, Piglet?

Oh, dear. Dirt certainly piles up

if you're not watching it every minute.

[sigh]

It's all my fault, every bit.

But, uh, Rabbit, I don't understand.

Hmm. Hmm.

According to Grandpappy's calculations,

the ultimate tunnel's got to pass

right under Tigger's place.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Nothing like a morning swim

to keep my stripes fit and trim.

This is just awful.

Yi! Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Help! Or I'm gonna be the first tigger

to drown in midair!

Then again, maybe not.

[thump]

Thanks for putting some spring in my fall,

- bunny boy. - Don't mention it, Tigger.

That's funny. One minute I was bouncing into my moat,

and the next minute I landed on you.

[sigh] You must have fallen

through Gopher's ultimate tunnel.

Yeah. Now that you mention it, I did.

Hoo hoo. However did you guess?

Because I'm ultimately to blame for it.

[buzzing]

Morning, Pooh Bear.

Hello, Gopher.

I was just trying to decide

what was the most amount of honey

for the least amount of climb.

Hmm. Sure wish I had your kind of problems.

Grandpappy's equation is getting to be

more than I can handle.

Oh, bother.

Pooh Bear, have you seen Gopher?

Why, yes, Rabbit. I believe I have.

He disappeared down there, along with my honey.

Oh, why did I ever tamper with Gopher's equation?

It should have been my place he tunneled through,

not everyone else's.

It was only a very small smackerel of honey,

but it did make Gopher's grandpappy's equation

much more, oh, less.

Yeah. And old long ears was practacally misty-eyed

when the tunnel got switched.

Now the rest of him is very misty, too.

Why don't we change Gopher's equation

back to the way it was?

That's a splendiferous idea.

That'll cheer up Gopher and Rabbit.

And the equation, too.

All: Rabbit?

Oh, what are you doing here?

Oh, I was just thinking.

It's my fault your homes are ruined,

so I decided I had to change the equation back

to make things right.

But I don't know how.

Aw. Don't feel sad, Rabbit.

Yes. [giggling]

Neither do we.

You're right, Pooh boy.

So what are we waiting for?

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Tiggernometry is one of the things

tiggers do best.

Hoo hoo! We did it.

Rabbit: Uh, not quite.

Gopher's been working so hard

and getting nowhere,

and it's all my fault.

We've fixed the equation.

Now it's time to dig Grandpappy's ultimate tunnel.

And I know just where to start.

[digging]

[sigh] digging tunnels takes much longer

than digging irritation streams.

All night, to be exact.

I don't know if we dug it right,

but we certainly dug it deep.

My tummy suggests we share a small smackerel

- to celebrate. - [rumbling]

The tunnel sounds hungry, too.

The tunnel sounds hungry?

- Help! - Oh, dear!

Rabbit: There goes the equation!

Oh, no! Where's Gopher?

Well, looks like Grandpappy's dream is gone forever.

It's all my fault, Gopher.

I thought our homes were more important,

and just look at the mess I've made.

Of course your homes are important.

That's why I tried to include them

in the ultimate tunnel.

Guess I got carried away.

Rabbit: I think we all did.

If we all got carried away,

can't we all carry ourselves back somehow?

By ding-dangy, you're right, Pooh Bear.

Maybe we can't build Grandpappy's ultimate tunnel,

but, uh, we sure can clean up after it.

Now this mill is what I call a real labor saving device.

Ah, you could have fooled me, long ears.

[jackhammer, rumbling]

Oh, no. Not again!

Well, what do you think of it, boys?

It's wonderful, Gopher.

Oh, yes. It's the most wonderful

I don't know what it is exactly I've ever seen.

This baby's my dream.

I chose your home to be the site of my super tunnel

just so's I could make it up to you

for all the trouble the last one caused.

That's very thoughtful of you, Gopher.

Thank you.

Bunny boy, you're one lucky guy.

Hoo hoo!

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Spring is perfect for springing into swimming holes,

which everybody also knows is what tiggers do the best.

[yawn]

I'd rather take a nap in this warm sun

than a dip in that very cold water.

Well, then keep your eyes peeled

for my specticular prawn dive

with a half twist of lemonade.

Hoo hoo hoo-- Whew!

That was a nice ref-fresherizing dip.

Hoo hoo. Your turn, Pooh Bear. [shivering]

- Pooh Bear? - [snoring]

[muttering]

Say, what good is a nice spring nap

if you're going to sleep right through it?

Why, there's got to be gazillions of things

tiggers do best on spring days.

Just like I was saying,

spring's perfect for chasing a stripety-typed butterfly.

Whoo. What a dizzifying experience.

He may be stripish, but he's not very tiggerish.

[rustle]

Say, who'd be creepy crawling around

in the bushes

on a springy type day like this?

Could it be some monstrous monstrosity

waiting to spring out and grab you?

Raah! Whoo! Aah!

Maybe heffalumps.

Or possibibbly woozles?

Or-- gasp-- jaguluars.

Yipes!

Pigalet, little buddy, little pal,

what's he idea of roaming around the woods all alone?

Well, I decided

to take advantage of this beautiful day

to add to my very small collection

of very small rocks.

Don't you know it's todays like today

when jagulars are out making collections

of very small animals?

Oh, dear.

Spring is the jagular's favorite time of year

for springing out unexpectedly

at collectibibbles.

Oh, uh, I just realized

how much spring cleaning I have to do.

If anyone needs me,

I'll be spending spring locked in my house

until fall.

Hmm. I'd better warn fluff boy.

Mm. I don't know anything-- ohh--

that makes me hungrier than a nap in the sun.

Tigger doesn't seem to be here to join me for lunch.

Maybe he's here for lunch at Piglet's.

Wake up, buddy bear.

[gasp] I'm too late.

Pooh boy's been snatched

by the springing jagular.

I've got to save Pooh.

And I've got to protect all my friends

from the dreadiful danger that lurks and springs.

[growling]

Oh, dear.

Excuse me, Piglet.

Yipes!

This seems to be an unusual way

to arrange furniture.

[giggling]

It makes it very difficult

to use the front door.

I had to climb in the bedroom window.

Oh, Pooh, what are you doing here?

Why, I'm looking for Tigger and lunch.

But not necessarily in that order. [giggling]

Tigger is missing? Oh, dear.

Pooh, we have to rescue Tigger.

Rescue Tigger from what, Piglet?

The springing jagular.

Tigger says they like to collect animals...

like us.

Well, then,

we must by all means uncollect Tigger.

Oh, but, Pooh,

what if the jagular springs into my house

while we're rescuing Tigger?

We shall just have to have a surprise

to spring back at the jagular.

Neither rain nor snow nor feet nor tail

can stop this tigger from warning his buddies.

Unless the feets and tail happen to be attached

to a sneaky old jagular. Aah!

[buzzing]

Say, these aren't jagular noises.

They're just your everyday kind.

Hoo hoo hoo.

But that's just the way

would want them to sound

when it's creepy crawling upon you.

What's a tigger supposed to do

in a stitcheration like this?

Hmm. Rabbit always seems to know something

about most things,

so maybe he'd know something about this thing.

- [buzzing, munching continue] - And he's also a long way

away from these sneaky-pants-type noises.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

[boing boing]

Not to alarm you, Piglet,

but does that sound like a springing jagular to you?

- [boing boing] - Oh, dear.

Hide, Pooh.

[boing boing]

Uh-oh. Not those noisy-type noises again.

[rustling, teeth chattering]

Bounce, don't fail me now.

[whisper] Piglet, we have to be very, very quiet.

But, Pooh, how are we going to rescue Tigger

from the jagular

if we keep hiding from it?

Don't worry, Piglet. [chuckle]

I'm sure the jagular will find us eventually.

It will?

Oh, yes.

Jagulars usually do, you know.

Oh, dear. What will we do then, Pooh?

Well, I suppose we shall think of something, Piglet.

Won't it be springing on us

while we're thinking of something?

Not if we spring first.

- Can we do that? - Why, certainly.

All we have to do is practice.

Ready? 1, 2, 3,

spring!

[crash]

That seemed much more like falling

than springing, Pooh.

What the ding-dangity

do you think you're doing

dropping in all unexpected like that?

Don't you know you could hurt the floor or something?

I'm sorry, Gopher.

I was practicing my springing,

but I don't seem to have the up-down yet quite.

Hmm. What are you springing for anyways?

To save Tigger from the terrible jagular

that's collected him.

Springing jagular, huh?

[chuckling] Well,

a jagular is everybody's problem,

and I know precisely

how to handle that springy whippersnapper.

No time for seed stuffing now, long ears.

Tigger, what--

We got a jumping jagular

that snatched a certain Pooh Bear,

otherwise known as Pooh Bear.

Jagulars? Oh, my goodness gracious.

But, bunny boy, why are we going to Pigalet's?

Before I start running around like a fool with stripes

yelling "Help! Jagular!"

I want to hear Piglet's side of the story.

Aah!

Tigger: Hey, that looks like fun.

Let me give it a try.

Come on, long ears. It's my turn.

Just wait a minute, Tigger.

There must be a jagular out there.

Why else would Piglet build a jagular trap?

We'll have to return to the scene of the pooh snatching,

set some bait, and catch that jagular in the act.

Well, you got the right idea, Pooh.

All you need's a little technical assistance.

I wouldn't mind a little smackerel assistance.

First tonight we return to the scene of the crime:

the old swimming hole.

Tonight? When it's dark?

We'll set up Piglet as bait to be collected.

Oh, dear.

And then Pooh and I will grab that up-to-no-gooder.

Why, thank you, Piglet.

Can't we do it when it's not so dark

and when I'm somewhere else I have to be?

Nope. Dark's the best time, Piglet.

Jagulars can't see us.

But we won't be able to see it, either.

Eh, trivialities.

We got more important things to think about.

What's more confusing than one pooh bear?

Hmm. More confusing than Pooh, huh?

Three of them. Ha ha ha ha!

Why, that's so easy, I didn't even know it.

We'll dress like Pooh,

which will confuse the jagular so much,

he won't know who he's collected

and who he hasn't.

And that's when we'll catch him.

We have to Pooh Bear-ize ourselves.

Follow me.

You're all set, Piglet.

Pooh! Take your position.

Oh, bother.

Now, Tigger, you hop on the tree swing

and wait for the jagular.

Then, when it comes for you,

I'll jump out and say "Aha."

He'll be so confused, we'll catch him

and make him return the real Pooh Bear.

Anything for the good of Pooh Beardom.

[gasp] The jagular's out-disguised us.

He looks like Pigalet.

- Pooh? - Yes.

That "Yes" sounds like fluff boy.

I'll save you, buddy bear.

Spring him, Pooh, now!

Oh, bother!

That sounds like the jagular.

And he's not getting away this time.

- Tigger? - Me?

- Whoa! - Oh, dear.

[crash]

Hoo hoo hoo!

That jagular will never show his face

around here again.

Tigger.

Pooh boy.

Both: You're saved.

Aw, Pooh, you don't have to thank me.

What are friends for?

Just a ding-dang minute here, Tigger.

Pooh rescued you.

No, not at all.

It was Tigger who rescued Pooh.

Oh, dear.

A lot more of us needed rescuing than I thought.

And the best thing is, Piglet,

that we all got rescued-- [giggle]-- by each other.

Yeah. Hoo hoo! Those old jagulars haven't got a chance

with us around.

But perhaps we could all share a small smackerel

of something to celebrate my-- uh, your--

uh, our rescue.

Well, that even sounds good to me.

Let's go.

Oh, bother.