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 ♪

[crows cawing]

What a lovely day for...

"an every other Thursday except when it's raining" squished ball game.

Okay, long-ears!

Here comes my knuckle-under sideways overhead curveball

with a half a twist of lemonade.

Oh, I do hope Rabbit doesn't hit it,

and if he does, I hope it doesn't hit me.

Not bad, if I do say so myself.

Um, Rabbit, isn't this the part

where you run to the first base?

Oh, my, Pooh Bear, it is.

Jumpin' crawdaddies! What's all the commotion about?

Ahhhh!

[continues]

[continues]

[body thuds]

You know what I always say,

you gotta watch that first step.

Oh, dear, very small animals such as myself

simply weren't meant to catch such very large squish balls.

- I got it! I got it! - Oof!

Say, I got you, Piglet, old pal.

and you gotit.

Why, it's a touch goal!

I think.

Perhaps we could play a nice quiet game of checkers instead?

[cries out]

What's the count, Pooh Boy?

Either that, or a hole-in-one.

A hole-in-one?

Yes, it is!

Piglet hit a hole-in-one.

Not, it's not, it's not, it's not!

Yeah!

Why, Piglet, you're safe.

No! He's out, out, out and re-out!

This is a matter for the referee to settle.

But Christopher Robin is a referee.

And Christopher Robin isn't here.

Well, of course, he's here.

He's always here. Where else would he be but here?

What do you know? He's not here.

That's strange. Christopher Robin has never missed a game before.

Well, perhaps we should find him and ask where he is.

Yoo-hoo! Christopher Robin!

Yoo-hoo!

Hi, guys,

Excuse, sir.

But have you perhaps seen Christopher Robin?

He looks something like you actually,

except much younger.

About so high, only higher.

He's a very good friend of ours.

But I am me.

I don't know who this is.

But it is not Christopher Robin.

He does look a slight little bit like Christopher Robin.

This imposter's preposterous.

No, really, guys, it's me.

What's the matter Christopher Robin?

Disguising yourself so nobody'll recognize you?

Hiding out from robbers or something?

It's because of this.

Oh, my, one of these?

Gasp! Not one of them.

Oh, dear. It is one of those.

And what exactly is it?

It's an invitation to party from a girl.

How wonderful! [chuckles]

But you don't seem as happy as it seems you should seem.

I'm not happy, Pooh.

'Cause this is a form of grown-up kind of party.

You have to wear a suit and a tie,

and sit up straight and be polite.

Yuck!

And there'll be girls there.

Oh, I don't wanna go.

Don't worry, Christopher Robin.

I got the answer to your problems.

Don't go.

But I have to.

Mom said so.

- I feel sick. - Oh, dear.

If you're sick, you really shouldn't go out, you know.

Piglet, that's it!

[straining]

Stand back! Somebody give him artificial perspiration!

[chuckles] This is perfect!

Let's see.

The last time I was sick, I had poising ivy.

I remember there was a lot of scratching.

Weren't there also spots?

You're right. Lots of spots.

Never fear, spots is here.

A little dab of this.

Maybe just a "squidge" of that.

This is a very "scientifical" process.

Is it real? Or is it isn't?

Only his friends know for sure.

Christopher Robin: I look positively gruesome.

Thanks, Tigger.

I do spots almost as good as I do stripes.

[chuckles]

Wait till Mom sees this.

[chuckles]

Well, what did your mom say?

She said I still have to go,

because water color spots aren't contagious.

Christopher Robin, it would seem to me

that any party must surely be a good party.

Perhaps there will be something sweet to eat.

Yes! Perhaps some carrot cake.

Actually, Rabbit, I was thinking more of honey.

You don't understand. This is a fancy party

where everything has to be just so.

And I've never been to one of those before.

Why, is that all it it?

Instruction in the social graces is a specialty of mine.

I can teach you to be a perfectly proper gentleman in no time.

Posture, posture. One must always sit up straight.

Christopher Robin.

Tigger, you may begin the conversation.

Oh, Poohington...

- That's you, Pooh Bear. - Oh.

[chuckles]

Um, yes, Tiggerington.

Cooking, anyone?

Oh, boy! Chow time!

Gentlemen take only one cookie.

It's a good thing I'm on a diet.

- Tea, Pooh? - Oh, just a drop...

- if you please. - Pooh Bear!

[chuckles]

One lump or two, Tigger?

- Make it 50. - Tigger!

Where are your manners?

Must have left them in my other suit.

[slurping]

No, no, no!

Proper gentlemen drink with the pinkie extended

like so.

Now you may pass the milk, Tigger.

Why certainly. Go out long, Piglet!

- Tigger, no! - It's okay being a proper gentleman, bunny boy,

But there's no use being stuffy about it.

Rabbit: Tigger, no! Pooh, no!

Everybody stop!

Perhaps we should move on to the next lesson.

Christopher Robin: But Rabbit,

this is the worst part of the whole thing.

You see, I-- I can't dance.

It's like I have two left feet.

Two left feetsies?

How do you tell your socks apart?

How can I go to this party and dance with girls

if I can't dance?

Why, Christopher Robin, I can teach you to dance.

Or I could, if I knew how.

Well, I know how!

I'm a regular dancing fool!

Don't move. I'll be right back.

Hmm, used to be a muddy puddle around here somewheres.

Ta-da!

Just what the dancing doctor ordered. [chuckles]

A little fancy footwork, and...

...just follow the footie-steps.

One and two and four.

Hey, I think I'm dancing.

Why, Christopher Robin, you are dancing.

Yes, and very nicely, too.

You're tripping the light fantastic.

[crashing]

You got the tripping down,

but you need some work on the fantastical.

Thanks for all your help, guys.

Now I won't feel so shy around girls.

Oh, think nothing of it, Christopher Robin.

I'm sure we shall have a wonderful time.

But, guys...

What's wrong, Christopher Robin?

I'm afraid you can't go with me?

You see, the invitation is addressed to me.

I wish I could take you with me, but I can't.

He's gone...

without us.

Off to his party...

where he'll eat cake and dance with girls.

And have fun. [chuckles]

With all his new friends.

Yeah, he'll probably have so much fun,

we'll never see him again.

And it's all our fault.

Oh, bother.

Piglet: Oh, dear. We'll never see Christopher Robin again.

Pooh Bear, how can you manage to eat at a time like this?

Oh, isn't it time already?

Oh, bother.

Would you happen to have more honey, Rabbit?

You know what happens when a guy starts dressing up in suits

and going to parties with girls.

Oh, no, Tigger, I don't know what happens.

Why, it's oblivious, Pooh Boy.

A guy just has to get all...

You tell him long-ears.

It's too painful for me to talk about.

What happens is, he turns into an adult.

[gasps] Oh, my!

It sounds... terrible?

Why, it's worser than terrible, Pooh Boy.

It's even miserably terrible.

What happens to happen, Pooh Boy, is this.

First of all, you move into a new house.

Nah. It's got to be a big old house.

What? You call that big?

With a 200-car garage.

And a tree with a swing and a garden full of daffodils,

and a couple of pink flamingos and a mailbox made to match.

[inhales]

And last but not least,

an off-white pickety fence.

- [door closes] - Sweetheart, I'm home!

- Hello, Christopher Robin. - We haven't seen much of you lately.

I haven't seen much of anything lately.

Honeybunches!

Playing the hard parts is what tiggers do the best.

- How was your day, dear? - Just fine, sugar dumplin'.

I did the washin', did the ironin',

painted the livin' room, went shoppin',

retiled the kitchen, built a bookcase,

and dug a swimming pool.

You wanna hear what I did after breakfast?

[sighs] Isn't she wonderful?

Who could ask for a happier life?

Time for dinner, sweetie pie.

Did someone say dinner?

How about a nice game of squishball, Christopher Robin?

Fast food! "Speciality" of the house!

Time to wash the dishes, snookums. You dry.

Christopher Robin, do you think we might have a word with you?

Sorry, Rabbit, but since I found the girl of my dreams,

I don't have much time for my friends.

My life is perfect now, especially since--

Waah! Waah!

You have a baby?

Yep! And it's the spittin' image of his dad,

a regular chip off the old Robin.

Gopher, you're their baby?

Jumpin' crawdaddies, Tigger! How'd I ever let you talk me into this?

He's always a little cranky before his evening feeding.

- Coochie-coochie-coochie-coo! - [Gopher giggles]

Dagnabbit!

Christopher Robin will never come back, now that he's grown up.

Did you see the face on that baby?

Yuck! It's gotta be love.

We've simply got to do something.

It's for our-- for Christopher Robin's own good.

But he has a wife and a family now.

He's grown up.

Oh, if only we were grown up, too.

I'm sure we'd know what to do.

Pooh Bear, that it!

If Christopher Robin has grown up,

then we'll just have to be grown-ups, too.

But grown-ups have such very nice houses.

And none of us have very grown-up houses.

We definitely need a new one.

Did I hear somebody say new house?

Just happen to have some plans right here.

It's the dream home my grand pappy was always dreaming of building.

Why, Gopher, it's perfect.

How soon can you build it?

Hmm, let's see.

I'll have to check the specifications,

secure the proper permits.

How's a day and a half sound?

It sounds wonderful.

In a a day and a half, we'll invite Christopher Robin

to our grown-up house for a grown-up party.

All right, everyone,

we must stay precisely on schedule,

if we're to be ready for the party.

[straining]

- Tigger! - What do you want, bunny boy?

I want you to take this invitation to Christopher Robin.

Do you think you can do that?

Sure thing, long-ears.

Neither rainin' nor sleetin' nor sick of smog

shall keep me from delivering this invitation

to its disappointed round!

Whatever you do, just be quick about it.

[straining]

I made it.

[wheel squeaking]

Oh, dear!

Pooh Bear, what do you think you're doing?

Why, I'm building a wall, Rabbit.

But you should be using cement!

Yes, I know. But honey is so much tastier.

Watch out!

[crash]

[wheel squeaking]

I hope this house is finished before I am.

Like my grand pappy used to say,

you can't rush quality craftsmanship.

And now if we're going to have a truly grown-up party

in a truly grown-up house,

we simply must have at least one girl present.

So run along, you two, and find us a girl.

But Rabbit, wherever shall we find one of those?

Well, must I think of everything for you?

Tigger, what are you doing?

I'm doing the landscaping, bunny boy.

You know, flowers and grass and such as that.

The proper landscaping of a lawn takes great care.

And the hands of a skilled gardner who--

who-- who-- Yes.

Well, keep up the good work, Tigger.

Do you see anything which looks rather like a girl, Piglet?

Well, Pooh, when the light hits it just a certain way--

Why, yes, I think you're right, Piglet.

Actually, that looks somewhat like a girl, doesn't it?

Rabbit: Tigger? Gopher? What are you doing now?

What's it look like we're doing?

We're putting the roof on the garage.

Yes, but shouldn't you build the garage first?

I knew we forgot something!

[wood snapping]

[crash]

Piglet: Do you think it looks like a girl, Pooh?

Yes, Piglet. I think it certainly does,

though I can't recall if I have ever actually seen a girl before.

[crows cawing]

[cawing]

It seems the crows are shy around girls--

[chuckles]

...just like Christopher Robin.

Gopher, why isn't that chimney finished yet?

Do you want quality craftsmanship

or slap-dash construction?

Hello, Rabbit. Will you come meet the girl we found?

Pooh Bear, I simply don't have time.

There are only-- Oh, my!

There are only 15 more minutes until the party!

Gopher! Tigger! You must finish now

so that we can get ready for Christopher Robin!

Just finishing the finishing touch, long-ears.

Now, remember everyone, we're grown-ups now,

and only by acting like grown-ups

can we hope to keep Christopher Robin's friendship.

So I want all of you to be on your best

and most grown-up behavior.

If we're supposed to be grown-ups,

then I'm not wearing this silly thing.

Come along, now.

Let's prepare for Christopher Robin's arrival.

Hello. Anyone home?

[chuckles]

[rumbling]

Oh, bother.

Rabbit: Timber!

Christopher Robin: There you all are.

I got your invitation and-- What happened?

It was our one chance to get you back.

And we failed.

Get me back? But I'm still here.

But Christopher Robin,

we thought you only wanted to be

with your new grown-up friends.

Just because I had to go to a party

doesn't mean I would forget you.

All that quality work for nothing! Hah!

Silly old bear, I'll never be so grown-up

that I won't have time for my very best friends.

We merely thought that, with your new home and wife--

- My wife? - Oh, yes.

I'd almost forgotten.

Thank you for reminding me, Christopher Robin.

Come right this way.

This, Christopher Robin, is the guest who would have been at the party...

had there been a party.

She's a girl, you know. [chuckles]

But there's no reason to be shy.

[chuckles]

She's very beautiful, Pooh Bear.

Well, go on, Christopher Robin. Say hello to her.

Um, how do you do?

I'm very pleased to meet you.

Go on, Christopher Robin. Ask her for a dance.

Would you care to dance?

[chuckles]