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[instrumental music]

Good morning, ranger-type sir.

What new red tape have we here?

Read it, Yogi.

'"Feeding bears is not allowed.'

Bears are forbidden to enter picnic grounds, or else."

Or else what, sir?

Or else it's a fast trip to the zoo for you.

Ah, but of course, sir, uh, this rule does not apply to me

the dean of bears.

The rule applies especially to you, Yogi.

But, uh, it violates the very heart of

beardom's bill of rights

the right to paw through pic-a-nic baskets.

Try it, and you'll be pawing through iron bars in St. Louie.

Eh, it looks like the cupboard will be bare

for us bears this season.

Oh, well, back to the nuts and berries.

What's this n the souvenir window?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, cute little toy wind-up bears.

Hm, wind-up bears, that gives me an idear.

Whatever it is, Yogi, the ranger isn't gonna like it.

'What's not to like?'

I'm just makin' a real live toy bear

out of you, Boo-boo.

Out of me?

We'll head for the pic-a-nic grounds

and have a lot of yummy fun.

I don't think I'm gonna like it either, Yogi.

Here we are, Boo.

'What am I supposed to do?'

Uh, like I told ya, make like a toy bear

mingle with the picnickers

and return with some goodies.

Like this, Yogi?

You are better than the averagest of bear.

But I still don't like it.

Look, Bill, a toy bear.

Yeah, they sure make great toys these days.

Look, he's taking our chocolate cake.

Beats me how they get a toy to do that.

[slurping]

Very good, Boo, next time you get a piece.

But, Yogi, I think--

And I've been thinkin'.

- Why not hit the cabins next? - 'But, Yogi--'

Ah, we're only gonna have a little fun, son.

In you go.

- 'Look, Vera.' - 'Why, it's a mechanical bear.'

(female #1) 'It's opening the oven.'

(female #2) 'And taking out the apple pie.'

(female #1) 'Isn't that cute?'

(female #2) 'Cute, it just made off with our pie.'

Yes, ma'am, yes, ma'am, I got it.

A toy bear stole your apple pie.

Excuse me. Yes?

A toy bear took your pizza pie and a jar of jam?

I'll get right on it, ma'am's.

Mable and her charge accounts.

We could've had that chicken ranch by now.

Last year, the flying saucer, the year before

the serpent in the lake, and now, toy bears.

They look harmless enough.

[instrumental music]

Is that all these things do?

You're expecting maybe a floor show?

You wouldn't have one that steals

picnic baskets, would you?

No, but I'm workin' on one that washes cars

and whistles "Yankee Doodle" at the same time.

Okay, wise guy, but remember

we don't allow rackets in the park.

Lay low, Boo, here comes the ranger.

And a how do you do to you, Mr. Ranger.

You look a bit peccant.

Yogi, I got a problem.

Temple of the times, sir.

International tensions, etcetera, etcetera.

No, Yogi, there's a toy bear raiding the picnic tables.

No, I never did trust those toy bears

with their shifty, little shoe button eyes.

If I see anything suspicious, I'll report it at once, sir.

You are one of the good bears.

'But, if I catch it, I'm going to take it apart'

spring by spring.

gulp

What do you mean you're quittin'?

I don't wanna be taken apart spring by spring.

I always say, "Never send a little bear..

...to do the work of a big bear."

Oh, well, I think I will hit the main lodge next.

And away I go, clickety-click.

Sixty-seven, sixty-eight

sixty-nine, seventy.

Well, that's all the toy bears in the park.

This should wind up the wind-up toy bear bit.

[clacking]

There's the lodge, straight ahead.

- 'Hey, look.' - 'What is it?'

- 'It's a big, fat toy bear.' - Fat?

(male #1) 'He's comin' into the lodge.'

(male #2) 'Pretty cute stunts the park's puttin' on these days.'

(male #1) 'Well, what do you know?'

(male #2) 'He's takin' the refrigerator.'

If you're gonna be a big toy bear, you gotta think big.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

[telephone ringing]

Ranger's station, Smith speaking.

Took your refrigerator?

A big wind-up bear?

No clues.

The toy bear has struck again.

A big one this time.

Big one? A big, wind-up bear?

Yogi, who else?

[laughing] Yogi, I should've guessed, Yogi!

That loaded picnic table should do the trick.

Tickity tick, and a clickity click, whoo-hoo!

A load of goodies ahead.

With food on a table, I'm willing and able.

Here comes the jolly toy bear

the mechanical marvel.

He walks, he talks, he breathes, he eats.

- Hello, Yogi. - I am not a ogi, sir.

- I am a wind-up bear. - Good.

'Cause I'm a wind-up ranger

and I'm winding up your park career.

Uh-oh.

But, sir, let me explain.

You can do your explaining at the zoo.

I'll meet you in St. Louie, Louie.

[instrumental music]