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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 ♪

Tigger: Bounce, 1, 2, 3.

Bounce, 4, 5, 6.

I can bounce over this.

I can bounce over that with one leg tied behind my back.

I could do it blindfolded with my ears in my mouth.

Oh, perhaps I should bounce on my head,

where it's softer.

Aw, that's okay, Pooh boy,

You don't become a skilled bouncer overnight.

Takes at least 12 hours.

Watch this.

I'm gonna double-triple bounce

over the highest tree in the woods.

Oh, boy. Hoo hoo!

I've been waiting for this.

You need just the right light

to bounce a tree topper like that one.

You got a good view, Pooh?

Yes, Tigger. A very bright one.

1 for Tigger, 2 for the tree,

3 to do something, and--

Hey! Who swiped the sun?

Could you bounce again?

I must have missed it the first time.

You didn't miss anything, Pooh boy.

I didn't bounce on account of because

that puny little cloud casting a gigantical shadow.

Shoo! Go away! I'm bouncing here!

Get along, little cloudie.

Am-scray, oud-clay! Blow away!

And don't show your fluffy face around here again!

Hoo! Guess I showed that cloud a thing or three.

Hoo hoo!

I could have taken him.

Maybe it's best you didn't.

Let's go, Tigger.

Perhaps today's not a good day for bouncing.

I think it's a good day for running.

Nonsense, Pooh.

This day was made for bouncing.

Hey! Who turned out the sky?

[crash]

Didn't I tell you to get lost?

The sky's not big enough for both of us.

See?

It's a scaredy cloud. Hoo!

Don't cry, little cloud.

Tigger didn't mean it.

Hey, knock it off!

Don't you have a parade you can go rain on?

[thunder]

Why am I the only one

getting drenched by this cloud?

Maybe it doesn't like wet bears.

Well, I don't like wet clouds.

Oh, my. Oh, my. And not a cloud in the sky,

except the one over Tigger's head.

Yeah.

This cloud's gotten really attached to me.

Could you maybe please do something, bunny boy?

Please?

Of course, Tigger. What are friends for?

Just seems to be raining on you.

Yeah. All day, too.

I think it wants to be a storm when it grows up.

Maybe I should just pose in the middle of your garden

and be a fountain or something.

Why, that's it!

Tigger, stand over my tomatoes.

They're a little dry.

I feel like a walking watering can.

And these seedlings need watering.

And when you're done,

perhaps you can take a stroll along my cabbage patch.

Glad this cloud's making somebody happy.

Too bad it has to be Rabbit.

Well done, Tigger.

Come tomorrow. We'll start on the back 40.

Rain, rain, go away.

And come again on some other guy.

What a very big apple.

And since this isn't an apple tree,

I bet it's a cleverly disguised beehive.

Oh, bees, that's a very nice apple you have,

and it's probably just filled with honey.

How thoughtful. It's trying to fall off the tree for me.

Shh! Pooh, it's me: Tigger.

I'm hiding from that cloud.

Uh, so I guess I'm not going to get any honey out of you.

Sorry, Pooh. Better keep moving.

Cloudy will get suspicious

if it sees you talking to an apple.

If a certain cloud is listening,

I was just chatting with myself

and not an apple or a tigger.

Feels sort of like snow.

[smacking]

Tastes sort of like snow, too.

[gasp] Snow!

[branch creaks]

I wonder-- oof-- if he-- oof--

suspects-- oof-- that it's-- oof-- me.

One cloud-proofed house.

Ah.

Home, dry home.

[thunder rumbling]

Man the life boats! We're going down!

When's this cloud cover going to lift?

[knock on door]

Oh, look. It's Tigger with his cloud friend.

Hello, Tigger. Nice day, isn't it?

Yeah. If you're a duckie.

I got to get my head out of this cloud.

I've come up with a plan, but I need your help.

I'm not so sure-- oof--

about this, Pooh.

Oh, it isn't so bad, Piglet,

except for the bouncing part.

Uh, maybe tiggers just have more spring in their springs.

Oh, d-d-dear.

It's an awfully fast cloud coming awfully fast.

Ahem.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Gotcha, you big dripper!

Tigger, now that you've got it,

where do you plan to take it?

Anywhere I'm not.

[thunder]

All: Yikes!

He'll never find us here.

Lucky guess.

What will we do now?

Roast marshmallows?

Head for the logs!

[thunder]

Uh, I think having three tiggers

made the cloud three times as upset.

[thunder, rainfall]

Right now, being a tigger is three times as upsetting.

This cloud has water on the brain.

It does seem to have a mind of its own.

Uh, Tigger, have you ever tried talking to it?

Buddy bear, it's a cloud.

But just in case-- hoo hoo--

what would you say to a cloud, Pooh boy?

Well...

I might apologize.

Apologize? He started it

by blocking the sun for no good reason.

[thunder]

But the cloud was just doing

what clouds do.

They seem to do a lot of thundering

and lightning, too.

Maybe when you said those things

and threw that stone,

you hurt the cloud's feelings.

You mean all this rain

could be over a little thing like that?

You never know what's going to upset a cloud.

Oh, they are very sensitive.

You might have a point.

Out of the mouth of bears.

Hmm. Maybe it ran out of water.

Um, excuse me, little white fluffy cloud,

um, uh, could you, um, maybe, uh,

stop raining?

Sorry. Didn't mean to shout.

It's just I have a couple of things to say

about earlier today.

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings,

but I was trying to jump over this tree, see?

And you got in the way, hey, and, well,

I'm sorry for calling you names

and throwing rocks.

And I promise never to insult any cloud ever again.

Cross my stripes.

Does this mean you forgive me?

Ah.

Ooh. Hoo hoo. It's softer than fluff.

I could get used to this.

Oh, you got a great view from here.

Hey, my bouncing tree.

Thanks, cloud pal.

Told you I could bounce that tree.

Hoo hoo hoo!

Weather permitting.

I'll look you up the next time it's storming!

All in all, not a bad guy for a cloud.

I guess he's got other things to do,

other people to rain on.

And you've got other trees to bounce.

Right, buddy bear.

And from the cloud

I saw this really, really tall one.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

There. Now how about a nice drink of water?

What? Still thirsty?

Huh, By all means have some more.

Nothing's too good

for my precious rutabaga-potato.

Is the sun too bright for you?

Perhaps it's too stuffy?

Would you like something to read?

Is that better?

Ah. You are, without a doubt,

the most wonderful plant I've ever grown.

But don't tell the carrots I said that.

- [rumbling] - What-- Oh, my.

My garden! Stop, I say!

Cease! Go back! Wrong way!

My putabaga-rotato!

My ruta-potaga-batato!

My-- My-- My goodness!

- No! - [clang]

Say!

That's one doozy of a roadblock.

Gopher, you very nearly destroyed

my rutabaga-potato.

Never mind that thingie.

I got some spectacular news, sonny.

It's a letter from my grandpappy

saying he's coming for a visit.

You have no idea how delicate,

how terribly fragile this plant it.

The poor thing is probably a nervous wreck.

By dinghy,

my grandpappy Gopher

is the gopher to end all gophers.

Why, it only blooms once every five and a half years,

and then only if the second Tuesday falls on the 15th.

He's got the greatest architectural

and structural mind of all time.

If anything would happen to my beloved rutabaga-potato--

Gopher, did you say you had a grandfather?

Uh, sure did.

And he's coming to visit?

Yep. he's gonna build the first underground city

ever built above ground.

And he's going to build it right here.

Mm, he'll be a shoo-in

to win the Pewter Pickax Award this--

year!

[thump]

Hmm. Got to get that step fixed

before Grandpappy gets here.

Oh, my. Gopher has a grandfather.

Why, one gopher is bad enough.

Two would be nothing short of disaster.

I have to warn the others immediately.

We must do something

to stop Gopher's grandfather

from destroying our very way of life,

not to mention my rutabaga-potato.

Any questions?

Oh, perhaps we should have a party

to welcome Grandfather Gopher.

Oh, that's a very nice idea, Pooh Bear.

It's twice as nice as nice.

It's incredibibble. It's unbelievabibble.

Why, it's downright unnecessary.

Don't you understand?

If a son takes after his father

and fathers after their fathers,

it goes without saying

that Gopher must take after his father

who takes after his father!

We must keep Gopher's grandfather so busy

he won't have time to destroy anything.

Pooh Bear, you shall be in charge

of keeping him busy doing nothing.

Yeah, Pooh boy.

Nobody does nothing like you do nothing,

and that's saying something.

Why, thank you.

It's nice to know I'm good at something,

even if it is nothing.

Gopher: Yep, yep, yep.

Won't be long now.

His letter said he'd be here

at half past some time in the afternoon,

uh, precisely.

One for you. One for you.

Three more seconds!

2, 1!

Let's hear it for the most stupendous master builder

of all time!

All: Hip hip hooray!

Uh, just a moment, if you please.

We're waiting for Gopher's grandfather to arrive.

Oh. You would not happen to be that gopher,

would you?

Yep.

Well, then we're waiting for you.

It's very exciting, isn't it?

You should be here any moment now.

What in tarnation could be keeping--

Grandpappy!

Is it really you?

Yep.

Uh, did you have trouble finding the place?

Nope.

Yes, sir! That's my grandpappy!

He's a gopher of few words.

Sounds like a gopher of two words.

Well, let's roll out those blueprints

and start building right away.

Grandpappy, this is your year

to win the Pewter Pickax Award.

Building? Right away?

Oh, no!

Gopher,

Grandpappy must be very tired

from his long journey.

I'm sure he needs to--

relax.

Yep.

But, uh, Grandpappy,

what about the, uh, Pewter Pickax?

Can you think of any better way to spend a day

than doing nothing?

And doing it so very well. [giggling]

Nope.

Well, that's enough rest and relaxation,

eh, Grandpappy?

Time to start building. Right?

Tigger: Hey, Grandpapa!

Want to go picanicking with me? Mm?

Mm! He doesn't want to go on some silly picnic,

do you, Grandpappy?

Yep.

TTFN. Ta-ta for now.

Say,

whose grandpappy is he anyways?

If I ate another bite,

I'd bust a stripe.

Would you care for another small smackerel,

Grandpappy Gopher?

Nope.

Yipes!

Ready to construct something, Grandpappy?

Gopher, where are your mannerisms?

We haven't had dessert yet. Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

How's that? Comfortable?

Yep.

Anything to keep my rutabaga-potato safe--

eh, uh, I mean, uh, anything to make you happy.

[door creaks]

That's enough!

I'm sick and tired of you guys

hogging my grandpappy.

Tomorrow me and him are gonna start building.

Nope.

Did you say nope?

Yep.

[snoring]

But, Grandpappy!

- Shh! - Shh!

I can't believe it.

My own grandpappy,

a-- a sit-around do-nothing.

Well, I'm not gonna let Grandpappy's dreams of winning the Pewter Pickax

go up in smoke.

I'm gonna take action.

[explosion]

What is going on?

[gasp] My rutabaga-potato!

This must be the work of Grandfather Gopher.

I must stop him before everything is destroyed!

Grandfather Gopher!

Grandpappy, where are you?

Come out, come out, wherever you aren't.

Where could he be?

He could be up here, Rabbit.

And in fact, he is.

We've been gathering honey, you see.

But if he's up there,

then who's responsible for all this confounded construction?

[rumbling]

Out of my way!

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

And I'm doing it.

And, uh, Gopher,

just what is it you're doing?

Carrying out Grandpappy's plans

for the first above-ground underground city,

that's what.

I'm not gonna sit around

and watch you lose out

on the Pewter Pickax, Grandpappy.

Oh, no! My rutabaga-potato!

I'll save you.

By dinghy, it's done.

Pooh: It certainly is large-ish, isn't it?

The first underground city ever built above the ground!

Let's contact the judging committee.

That Pewter Pickax is in the bag! Huh?

I must have misread the plans

and missed a specification or two.

Run for the hills!

She's coming down!

I'm sorry, Grandpappy.

I don't think you're going to win the Pewter Pickax now.

Nope.

Guess you're pretty disappointed

in your grandsonny.

Nope.

- You're not? - Nope.

I don't understand.

I knew it would never work.

The fun part was dreaming it up.

If I'd have built it,

I wouldn't have anything left to dream about.

You mean to say

my own dear grandpappy is nothing but a dreamer?

Yep.

Well, I guess some of us are doers

and some are just dreamers.

Yep. [giggling]

Perhaps, Gopher,

if you put your grandfather's dreaming

together with your doing--

Why, there'd be no stopping you.

- But-- But- But-- But-- - By ding-dangy, you're right!

What say we build

that on-the-ground underground city

you've been dreaming about?

We can put it right here.

Afraid this plant's got to go, Rabbit.

Oh, my. Is it Tuesday the 15th already?

How time flies.

Five and a half years went by, just like that.

Well, seems to me

every city needs some flowers in it.

We'll leave it be.

Oh, my.

But the rest will have to go.