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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 ♪

[clanging]

Uh, Pooh and Tigger, would you like to hear

the new poem I've written?

Well, I'd really like to, Pigalet,

but I got to go put my socks in order--

alphabetical order.

But, Tigger, you don't have any socks.

I know, but I-- I-- I--

We'd love to hear your poem, Piglet.

Ahem.

"Ode to Flowers."

A poem by Piglet. [giggle] That's me.

"Oh, how I love to sit and gaze upon the pretty flowers."

Yes, that's the way each summer day

I like to pass the hours.

And every, every single time

I see a daffodil--

Tigger: Yuck.

I think this rhyming stuff is making me feel ill.

Say, Pigalet, you know,

this isn't a very poetical piece of poohetry.

"The rose is such a pretty thing.

It always makes me want to sing."

Yuck!

Let me see if I can fix this up for you.

Tigger: I love to smell the pretty flowers

when I take a morning stroll.

[sniffing]

But I'm so busy sniffing,

I fall into a hole.

Yaah!

[thump]

Now this is poetry.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Now here's a splendid specimen

as lovely as you please.

It would be a whole lot nicer

if it weren't full of bees.

Oh, no!

So off you go with all your might,

running around at the speed of light.

You ought to stop and take a riff,

but you just stepped right off a cliff.

Yaah!

[buzzing]

[splash]

Oh, d-d-dear.

This isn't at all the poem I had in mind.

And so you think your trouble's over

and you're really pretty pleased.

But you don't want to slow down now

'cause you forgot them bumbly bees.

Did I mention a brick wall?

No.

Sorry.

[buzzing]

If only you were just a bit,

a tiny bit...bigger.

But since you aren't, you'll have to yell.

Oh, save me, save me, Tigger!

So say goodbye to all the flowers

'cause this here poem is done.

But just remember to thank old Tigger

for giving you all this fun.

Oh, that was a wonderful poem, Piglet.

Very exciting.

Do you perhaps have another one we could read?

Help!

Rabbit: It was awfully nice of you

to invite us over to hear your poem, Piglet.

Eeyore: Yep, had nothing better to do.

- Not that I ever do. - [hammering]

I can't quite put my finger on it,

but there's something different about your house, Piglet.

It must be the flowers.

I took a few precautions

to keep Tigger from ruining my new poem.

Feel something bad about to happen.

- There. - [knocking]

Now I'm safe to read it.

I call my poem "To Be Small."

"I never saw a poem, you see,

"as lovely as a piglet like me.

"There's nothing wrong to being minute,

and let's face it, I am very cute."

[sawing]

Oh, dear.

Perhaps I should have checked the roof

before I started my--

- [crash] - ...poem.

Never fear. Tigger's here!

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Hmm. A birdie. Tweet, tweet, tweet.

Let me out, Tigger.

And it talks, too.

The birdie is actually Piglet.

You sure, if I toss him up into the wild blue yonder,

he won't flap around for us?

Tigger, sit down and be quiet.

Piglet's about to read us another of his poems.

Yep. Can't wait.

Tigger, you can stay if you promise to behave.

"To be small or not to be small.

"That's no small matter at all.

"Many nice things can be quite teeny.

A leaf, a bird, even a beanie."

You can hide in a crack or a thimble.

Tigger: But suddenly you get ker-smashed by a cymbal.

Oh, so many tiggers here.

Now that's what I call poohetry. Hoo hoo hoo!

It's hard to be little like a fly.

Take one wrong step, and it's bye-bye.

Nothing, you see, is ever that small,

unless it stands next to something tall.

Whoops. How's that happen?

I just say the word and visionalize,

and I'll be back to my tiggerish size.

This poohetry--

I think it's time to quit.

It does seem to have a few bugs in it.

- [growling] - Help me, Pigalet!

I'm losing my lead!

I don't want to end up as buggety-bug feed.

Piglet: The teeny-weeny Tigger runs up a tree.

And splashes into the raging sea.

Yaah!

He tries to grab onto a log.

But it turns out to be a giant frog.

[croaking]

My, I like this much better than my last poem,

though I'm not sure Tigger does.

Splishety-splash, he goes down the creek.

I thought we was in the ocean.

Uh-oh.

Suddenly he's grabbed by a big bird beak.

Hey, be careful what you say.

One wrong word could ruin my day.

High into the sky Tigger does soar,

but then he quickly drops--

[shouting]

...onto an Eeyore.

Oof.

Hmm.

Looks like some kind of tigger fly.

So Eeyore swats him 7 miles high.

Whoa!

Until he slams...

into Rabbit.

Hmm. That doesn't rhyme very well.

Hey, who turned out the lights?

Ah, ah, ah...

choo!

Hmm. This feels kind of déjà blue.

[gulping]

Hello, Tigger.

Hi, Pooh boy.

Tigger? Tigger?

Where did he go?

Could you do me a favor?

Don't let me become today's favorite flavor.

Whatever you do, don't take a swallow.

Oh, oh, whoa!

Tigger? Tigger? Where did he go?

I wonder if I-- [hiccup].

Oh, no.

Piglet: I turn the knob.

Look what pours out:

A little tigger from the spout.

I didn't know all the while

that being little was such a trial.

Well, you've been through enough for today.

It's time for you to grow, I'd say.

[gasp] He's begun to shrink.

He's smaller than a blob of ink.

I'm starting to feel a little queer.

If this keeps up, I'll disappear.

Oh, dear.

When I told Tigger I wanted him to grow,

I meant grow big, not small. Oh, no.

Whew. I learned my lesson. That's for sure.

I'll never make fun of poohetry no more.

I promise everyone I'll always be good.

Say, is that a flying redwood?

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Don't worry, Tigger. That's okay

But you can go far, far away.

All this nothing is so widespread.

Wonder if it was something that I said.

Nah!

[cheeping]

So soft, so soothing.

So call me a sentimental fool,

but I do love to hear

the birds sing the dawn chorus.

Not that I generally allow the feathered felons

within a hundred miles of my garden,

but the birds of the dawn chorus

shall always be an exception.

[cheeping]

Aha!

What could possibly be more beautiful?

- [howling] - Oh, my. Oh, my.

Oh, my, oh, my!

Piglet: Pooh, would you care for some tea with honey?

Yes, Piglet, but without the tea, if you please.

- [howling] - Ee!

[howling continues]

And there it was,

whatever it was, again.

Kind of sounded like a heffalump

pushing a woozle down a hill

with a spookable tied around his nose.

[howling]

Come on, you guys. We got to find out

what's disturbing the peace and the quiet.

[howling]

Owl, cease that silly screeching this second!

Will you please be quiet?

Be quiet? As in not sing?

[crowd chatter]

Stop, you vegetable vandals!

Come back with my produce!

Owl, just look what you've done!

I'm sure it was that off-key, out-of-tune

so-called voice of yours

which brought those confounded crows here in the first place.

Am I to understand

that you did not like my performance?

I want you out of my garden this moment,

right away, effective immediately,

if not sooner!

I can take a hint.

Poor Owl. He seems rather sad.

Not half as sad as I am.

Just look what his sorry singing has cost me.

Oh, don't worry, bunny boy.

I'll help you turn this garden

into the crow-proofiest garden ever.

And perhaps, Piglet, we can help Owl.

Maybe, Owl,

if you sang just a little more...little?

I believe you should sing like this.

♪ Me m-m-me m-m-m-me ♪

That is all good and well for one note,

but there are many more needing attention.

For example--

[off-key] ♪ Do re me fa so la ti ♪

[howling]

- [crash] - And how was that, Piglet?

Piglet?

Well, Owl,

it was perhaps a little loud?

Tigger, are you sure you're sure about this?

Sure. Building crow catching traps

is what tiggers do the best.

Just be careful you don't touch that thingamabobbie there.

And don't step on that doohickey over there.

And whatever you do,

don't get near the whatever-it-is

next to the I forgot what to call it.

Well, as long as your crow trap traps those--

- [cawing] - ...crows?

Get out of my garden, you ravenous ravens!

Hey, long ears, look out for the whatchamadoodle!

You mean this whatchamadoodle?

[cawing]

Tigger, your trap isn't trapping the crows.

It's helping them!

Hoo! Don't worry, bunny boy.

It's not done doing yet.

Yahoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Now it's done.

I believe,

by having a smackerel of this,

you can make your singing sound

as sweet as honey.

Honey, you see,

ought to make your singing much smoother

and more tasteful.

[howling]

I say, Pooh Bear,

I do believe I now have a voice

to bring down the house.

The dawn chorus awaits.

[off-key] ♪ Me me me me, ooh ♪

Oh, dear. I don't really think

Owl's singing has gotten too very much better.

Do you, Pooh?

Yes, Piglet, I don't.

I think this may require some thinking.

[construction noises]

Tigger: These crows are smart.

What we're gonna need

is a super-stupendious trap.

Now for the secret ingrediament.

And what exactly is the secret ingredament--

ingredient?

Keep it under your hat, long ears,

because the secret is...

swill.

And what is swill?

It's what you get

when you add a little of this

and probably a lot more of that.

This is absopolilutely guaranteed to work.

Hmm. Well, just to be safe, Tigger,

I want you to watch my garden tonight.

Hoo hoo! Guardin' gardens is what tiggers do the best.

I think I've been think-thinking all night--

[sigh]-- and I haven't thought a single thought.

Oof!

Oh, bother.

Perhaps if I sat in my favorite honey tree,

a thought would come to me.

[snap]

[cawing Brahms' "Lullaby"]

[yawning]

I do wonder who could teach a bird like Owl

to sing like a bird.

Oof!

Who's there? State your name, rank,

and favorite brand of cereal.

[cawing]

[laughing]

I must have been thinking in my sleep

because I thought I heard singing.

All: Uh-oh!

Was it you birds who were singing like birds?

Do you suppose you could teach Owl to sing

as you've just sung the song you sang?

All: Aw!

He wants to join the chorus in Rabbit's garden.

[cawing]

Uh, Owl, perhaps you should rehearse

just the least bit more before you join the chorus.

Owl, I've found these teachers to help you with your singing.

Dear Pooh, my singing is beyond help--

uh, by which I mean to say I simply could be no better than I am.

However, I would be glad to have your friends join me in the chorus.

Uh, the more the merrier, I always say. Hoo hoo.

So long as you don't step on my solo.

Stop in the name of the long arm of the law!

Who's going there?

It is I: Owl,

star of the dawn chorus,

and associates.

Well, then come on in.

The more the merrier, I always say. Hoo hoo!

Just don't go near the swill.

And now to take my place in the chorus.

Uh, Piglet, if you please.

[rooster crows]

Ah, the dawn chorus.

So soft, so soothing, so--

[Owl howling]

Not that infernal racket again.

[cawing]

What was that? Crows?

Do I hear crows?

[howling]

[cawing]

Owl! Stop that ridiculous racket right now!

But, Rabbit, Owl's singing did scare the crows away.

And it doesn't look as if they'll be coming back.

Oh, my. You're right.

In fact, it seems Owl's singing

is the only thing that will keep the crows away.

Hmm. Wonder what went wrong with my trap.

Must have been a defective doohickey.

If you'll excuse me, I must be off.

Now, Owl, let's not be hasty.

You know you're welcome to sing in my garden

right here as often as you'd like. [chuckle]

I do appreciate the offer, Rabbit,

but it has occurred to me that my voice talents

are far too fine for the dawn chorus.

I am now ready for the evening chorus.

Maybe I didn't use enough swill?

Nah! Couldn't be that. Hoo hoo!

It's got to be this thingamabobbie.

- [splat] - Rabbit: Ooh!

Tigger, what is this?

This, bunny boy, is swill.

[off-key] ♪ Do re mi fa so la ti ♪

[howling]

It makes me very happy to see Owl so very happy.

Ha ha. Yes,

things have turned out quite nicely indeed.

All right, everyone,

the evening chorus is about to begin.

[Owl howling]