Original subtitles

[theme music]

[telephone ringing]

(Ranger Smith) 'Ranger station, Jellystone Park'

'Chief Ranger Smith speaking.'

A couple of bears headed for the picnic area?

A big fat one, and a little cute one, huh?

Well, thanks. I'll check on it right away.

Yogi and Boo-Boo, no doubt.

Boo-Boo, look at that beautiful sight.

(Yogi) 'A happy tourist group with loads of goodies on the table.'

What are you putting the ribbon on for, Yogi?

I am the self-appointed ambassador of goodwill, Boob.

The ranger won't like it, Yogi.

As ambassador, I shall enjoy

diplomatic immunity to trivial rules.

If the tourists offer me some goodies

as ambassador, I shall be forced to take 'em.

You better not do it, Yogi.

chomp chomp

(Yogi) 'Greetings, fine people.'

And welcome to Jellystone Park.

You will see some signs around about

uh, not feedin' the bears.

But this rule does not apply to me.

John, get rid of that dusty animal.

He's shedding.

We'll have bear hairs in our food.

Hey, bear, beat it. Get lost.

Dismissing an ambassador

breaks off diplomatic relations, sir.

That's not all that'll be broken if you don't beat it.

Perhaps I could chop some wood for a handout.

(John) 'Beat it.'

Polish your car? Wash the dishes?

Don't argue with him, John. Call the ranger.

Never mind, John. I got the message.

And I'm leavin'.

Come on, Yogi.

Let's leave before the ranger catches you.

Not yet, Boob. I will pull my surefire act on 'em.

Not the starving bear routine.

(Yogi) 'It hardly never fails. Watch.'

[humming]

Sam, look at that bear.

Help. He-e-elp.

I'm starving. I need nourishment.

I haven't eaten for weeks.

thud

(Yogi) 'A bowl of broth, a pizza pie, a roast chicken.'

I just gotta get some food in my shrunken stomach.

Gosh. This is embarrassing.

They spend billions on missiles, but not a penny on us.

'Bears don't need missiles.'

They need morsels.

[sobbing]

Huh?

Khaki pants.

[Yogi gulps]

'Mr. Ranger, sir.'

- Get up, Yogi, and follow me. - 'Yes, sir.'

I have never seen such a craven

degrading exhibition in my life.

A descendent of the noble bears

of the forest debasing himself

'begging for food.'

Bears used to be proud, independent.

They spurned man's food.

(Ranger Smith) 'They went into the forests and got their own food.'

Go, Yogi.

Go back to nature, before it's too late.

You are right, Mr. Ranger, sir.

If bears live for a 1000 years

they shall say that this was their finest hour.

[chuckles] Oh, Yogi went for that guff, hook, line, and sinker.

[chuckles]

Gee, Yogi, we're noble, independent bears

searching for food as nature intended, melding into..

What's the matter, Yogi?

Boo Boo, don't tell me you went for that stuff

the ranger fed us.

Sure, Yogi.

We've become spoiled by man's food.

We've gone soft.

You mean you've gone soft, in the head.

Boob, I've been neglecting your education

'so lets you and I sit down and, uh, have a talk.'

The time has come when we have to discuss

the facts of life, Boob.

What do you wanna know, Yogi?

You've heard of the birds and bees, haven't you, Boob?

Sure. There's a bee now, Yogi.

[buzzing]

(Yogi) 'You mean, there was a bee, Boo-Boo.'

[growling]

whir

If you believe everything you hear, Boo-Boo

you're bound to get stung.

[bee whirring]

Yowch!

crash

Are you okay, Yogi?

As okay as possible, with a bee harpoon in me.

What's this?

slurp

(Boo-Boo) 'What is it, Yogi?'

It's honey. The log is full of it.

Gee. We found our own food.

- Let's eat some, Yogi. - Nothin' doin', Boob.

- I got a better idea. - Oh, no, Yogi. Please.

Keep going, Boob.

We're almost to the highway.

[engine sputtering]

Hey, dad, what do those signs say?

(male #1) '"When you eat beneath the trees'

'eat Yogi's honey from contented bees."'

Let's get some, Henry.

There's the place up ahead.

screech

That's right, lady. It's the barter system.

A jar of honey for a piece of pie

'hot dog, or what have you.'

(Yogi) 'Keep fillin' 'em up, Boo-Boo.'

That's right. I'm the health inspector.

And this honey that bear is selling

in these secondhand bottles isn't healthy.

(male #2) 'They're full of ants, twigs, bits of leaves, and bark.'

You better stop this pinchpenny racket of yours or else.

'Good day, sir.'

Yogi.

You need no money to buy my honey.

The ranger wouldn't like this.

Don't make me laugh, Boob.

You know I'm smarter than the average ranger.

[laughing]

I'll take a jar.

Mr. Ranger, sir.

Keep going, Yogi.

I want it put back right where you found it.

Let that be a lesson to you, Yogi.

And remember one thing..

He who laughs last, laughs best.

[laughing]

whir

[laughing]

Yowch!

'I've been stung!'

You know somethin', Boob?

Mr. Ranger is right.

Hey, hey. Yeah-ay-aye.

[theme music]