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[theme music]

[instrumental music]

[clamoring]

What's all the commotion, Boo?

Search me.

Oh, boy, oh boy, look at that sign, Yogi.

Yummy, yummy.

You mean that sign on the bus?

Let's see, it says, "P-T-A collision."

Ah, what's yummy about a P-T-A collision?

No, Yogi.

'It says, "Father-son picnic."'

Picnic, ah when you say that word, Boo-Boo

it gets me right here.

Father-son picnic, eh?

A lot of kids are gonna be sick-sick-sick, right Boo?

Right, Yogi.

Are those fathers over there?

(Yogi) 'Could be, they look pretty miserable to me.'

How many hot dogs we gotta make, George?

About a million of 'em.

Who dreamed up this father-son picnic?

The mothers, who else?

Welcome, dads, greetings to you, from Yogi and Boo-Boo.

- Who's kid is he? - Search me.

You have us confused with some of your own little tikes.

We are timid woodland creatures, beggin' for food.

Oh, I get it, they're park bears.

Yeah, they always beg for stuff.

'Here, boy, you want an olive?'

Olive, you call that food?

What's the matter, you wanna get sick-sick-sick?

I'll take my chances, dad

with this straw-berry cake.

'Drop it.'

Ouch! Ooh. Ooh.

You re-alize the consequences

for damagin' park property?

- 'Yogi.' - It's the ranger.

Yogi, you know the park rules about feedin' bears.

That I do, sir.

And I was just about to turn 'em in.

'They were tryin' to force feed me, sir.'

(both) Who, us?

It's okay, gentlemen, I understand.

- Yogi. - I know, sir.

I've been a bad bear.

Now, remember, this picnic is for fathers and sons

that's all, is that clear?

Yes, sir, very, very, clear.

As he came, this timid woodland creature

will melt back into the forest.

whoosh

thud

The forest was closer than I estimated.

Yogi, you heard what the ranger said.

That I did, Boo, that I did, distinctly.

He said this picnic was for fathers and sons, right?

Right, Yogi.

Therefore, I will borrow these duds

from these trailer campers.

And what have we here?

A father and son beer, I mean bear.

I don't like it, Yogi.

Remember from now on, I'm daddy,

and your name's junior.

My name's Boo-Boo.

Will the fathers take their places

'for the pie eating contest.'

Pie eating contest? What kind?

- 'Blueberry.' - My favorite.

'Are ya ready, dads?'

Yeah, we're ready.

Let's get this show on the road.

Ready, sir, start the countdown.

On your mark, get set...go!

swish

chomp chomp

Hey, that's pretty smart.

- Smarter than the average-- - 'Yogi.'

Uh-oh, it's that man, again.

See ya later, pater.

crash

splash

Are all the kiddies ready for the sack race?

'Remember, the first one over the line is the winner.'

Come on, Boo, hit the sack.

- I don't wanna. - 'You don't have to race.'

When you pass the picnic table, you jump outta the sack

fill it up with goodies, and vanish into the forest.

- 'Get ready.' - Come on, Boo.

- 'Get set.' - For Daddy Yogi, pretty please.

'Go!'

Good bear, that Boo.

Let's see, about now

he's reachin' the picnic table

and he's fillin' the sack with yummy snacks

and he's now headin' back with a load of delicious loot.

(male #1) 'This your kid?'

(Boo-Boo) 'Get me outta here, Yogi!'

Keep him away from the picnic table, huh?

We don't want the kids gettin' sick.

[instrumental music]

Let's quit, Yogi.

Not till we're ahead

with goodies, that is.

Announcing the final event of the day

'the peanut rolling contest.'

I don't play for peanuts, I play big-big-big.

The winner will receive this beautiful hamper

full of yummy snacks and delicious tidbits.

- And goodies? - 'Of course, goodies.'

'Now, pay attention.'

'Use of hands will disqualify you.'

'Only the nose goes.'

So let's get goin'.

Get ready, get set...go!

Oh, boy, look at Yogi go.

'Come on, Yogi!'

'You're losing!'

'Faster, Yogi!'

It's Yogi, way ahead.

Go, Yogi, go!

Uh-oh, hey-hey-ey.

- The face is familiar, sir. - Yogi!

You're not lettin' a little thing like a peanut

come between us.

Yogi..

Stop that bear.

'Oh, no.'

Oh, no.

Timber!

- There goes the picnic. - That's for sure.

thud

Double the guard at the gates, get out the bloodhounds.

I want that bear.

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I had twelve hot dogs and the kid had eight.

plus ten bottles of sodi-pop. Oh.

So what? I had 15 dogs, three bags of chips

and four bags of peanuts, and the kid had more than me.

'Oh, I feel awful.'

Do you think we'll ever get back in the park, Yogi?

What's wrong with bein' a human being?

They never stop eatin'. Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.

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