Original subtitles

♪ Who believes the world they dream ♪

♪ And falls for some fantastic scheme ♪

♪ But always winds up on the beam ♪

♪ Yogi bear ♪♪

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

[engine revving]

screech

[humming]

♪ A-hunting I will go ♪

♪ I'm gonna bag a bear ♪♪

I sure hope I can bag a big ol' bear.

Howdy, stranger? Nice day for huntin', ain't it?

- Stick 'em up. - Who? Me?

Yes, you. I'm a bear hunter, and you're a bear.

Not so fast, buster.

Did you ever see a bear wearin' a hat?

'No, sir.'

Ever see a bear with a tie, guy?

I don't believe I have.

Without a hat and tie what do I look like?

You look like a bear, that's what.

Me and my big mouth.

Excuse me, sir, I gotta catch a train.

Come back here, you big ol' bear.

[gunshots]

You crazy, mixed up hunter.

I bet you I bagged a big ol' bear.

You missed me, you missed me.

Yikes.

The gun's a-loaded!

[gunshots]

Say, haven't I seen you some place before?

I don't know. Ever been to Pismo Beach?

Oh, heavens, no.

Have you seen a big ol' bear around here?

- He went thataway. - Oh, thank you, deer.

Uh, Mr. Deer.

Wow! How gullible can a guy get yet!

[gunshots]

Come back and fight like a man you two-faced bear.

[gunshots]

I'll bag me a big ol' bear or bust.

screech

Hey, what kind of game is this?

You with a gun and poor defenseless me, unarmed.

But I'm a hunter and you're a

you should pardon the expression, a beast.

Flattery will get you nowhere. Let's make this thing fair.

Okay, but how?

You give me a head start, uh, then chase me.

It's a deal.

Now, close your eyes and count to a hundred.

Very well.

A-one, a-two, a-three

a-four, a-five--

- No part peekin'. - I'm sorry.

One, two, three

four, five, six, seven

eleventy, eighty, ninety, ninety-one

two, three, a hundred!

Ready or not, here I come.

I got you.

You may fire when ready, criddly.

You're such a brave bear.

I hate to blast you, but here it goes.

click

boom

What went wrong?

Let that be a lesson, friend.

Don't be a sucker!

That little guy with a gun has got to go.

This calls for real stragedy.

Well, now let's see..

"Bear hunting allowed?"

Would I dare!

A little change here

is gonna change everything.

Now, where is that big ol' bear?

Yoo-hoo! Guess who?

[gunshots]

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

[wailing] 'You got me.'

Tally ho!

Hot diggity dandy! I bagged a big ol' bear rug.

You cannot take a bear rug with you to prison!

Eh.. Prison?

Sure, jail. Can't you read?

'"No bear hunting allowed."'

I made a big boo-boo!

(Yogi) 'Huntin' bears out of season mean 20 years in prison.'

Prison?

Oh, I-I better take you home

and nurse you back to health.

Too late, pal.

I'm a goner.

Everything is turning black.

'Maybe a little nourishing food?'

Food? Did you say food, friend? Let's go.

Step on it, pal. I'm sinkin'.

Don't do that. We're almost home.

screech

Bring on the food, friend. I feel faint.

'Coming!'

Here's something you'll like.

Nice nuts and berries.

Nuts and berries? You call that grub, bub?

'You're supposed to build me up, not tear me down.'

How about some nice mustard custard?

(Yogi) 'No.'

- Eh, how about a bowl of chili? - 'No!'

Oh, brother, like I could starve in this joint.

Great gubs of goodies! Ham, chicken!

Boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!

Maybe bears like jam.

Excuse me. May I borrow the jam?

- Be my guest. - Thank you.

What're you doing in there, bear?

Oh, you know the old sayin', "Feed a fever."

Fever? Get back to bed, you. I-I'll call a doctor.

Poor bear, I hope I'm not too late.

Hello, is the doctor there?

What?

He went bear hunting?

Oh, ho, ho!

Hey, nurse! How about a little service for a sick bear?

'Coming!'

Hello. Game warden?

'When is bear hunting season?'

'Right now?'

'Thanks.'

[humming]

(Yogi) 'W-what's the matter, pal? Ca-ca-can't you take a joke?'

[gunshots]

screech

I'll blast that bear.

[gunshots]

Gee! What a grouch!

[instrumental music]