Original subtitles

[theme music]

(male narrator) It's the night before the opening

of the tourist season at Jellystone Park.

And at the ranger station

Chief Ranger Smith is busy with last minute details.

[telephone ringing]

Hello, Ranger Smith speaking.

Oh-oh, the superintendent. Eh, yes sir, chief.

Oh, we're all set for the official opening in the morning.

Yogi Bear?

Oh, he won't give me any trouble this season.

(Mr. Ranger) 'I warned him, that the first picnic basket'

he touches, he is out.

And I've got a sure-fire scheme to catch him red-handed.

Oh, that's fine, Smith.

Well, good luck with your plan.

Thank you, sir.

You better check the St. Louis Zoo

and see if they want another bear.

I promise this is Yogi Bear's last season here.

[laughs]

What an idea. Me dressed up like a bear.

I'll be able to keep a close check on Yogi.

And the first picnic basket he takes, wham, I've got him.

Too bad they only had a polar bear suit to rent.

But a bear's a bear.

All except Yogi.

(Mr. Ranger) 'He's a pest.'

Now, let's see how I look.

Boy, this'll fool Yogi.

[laughs]

And it's just about dawn, so I'll get down to Yogi's cave

and be there when he wakes up.

I don't know how he does it, but Yogi always

comes out of hibernation on opening day.

It's uncanny.

[snoring]

Wake up Boo-Boo, it's opening day. He-he-hey..

- Huh! - What's the matter, Yogi?

- Did you see a ghost? - 'Uh, that's right, Boob.'

It's all white. And it looks like this.

Excuse me for disturbing your sleep.

Uh, who are you, Whitey?

I am a polar bear, and I need help.

Oh, you need somethin'.

You look kinda pale to me.

All polar bears are white, so we can't be seen

when we hide in the snow up at the North Pole.

Hide in the snow at the North Pole?

Well, to each his own.

But I got tired of hiding in the snow.

Which is understandable.

So, I came to the great Yogi Bear

to learn how to live in a national park

'from picnic baskets.'

How about that Boob?

I think I'm playin' it real cozy.

(Yogi) 'And they know all about me at the North Pole.'

Well, as, uh, displaced person

you are welcome to share our lot in Jellystone Park.

But, as wards of the federal government

there are certain rules we must live by.

Yes, I know.

Bears are not allowed in cabins.

They must never stop cars on highways and beg for food.

Check.

- 'They must obey the ranger.' - Check.

(Mr. Ranger) 'And never never filch picnic baskets. Right, Yogi?'

Uh, double check.

Now, uh, who do I know

who would go up to the North Pole

and, uh, shoot up his mouth about me.

Okay, Whitey, if you'll wait outside for a couple of minutes

Boo-Boo and I will join you and show you around the park.

Fine. See you outside.

[laughing] Fooled him completely.

An animal's intellect can never compete

with a brain of a smart human.

There's somethin' fishy about this Whitey, Boob.

But he's so friendly, Yogi. He's smiling all the time.

Yeah, that's it, Boob.

He's too friendly. And he knows too much.

I just don't trust anyone who smiles all the time.

And talks without movin' his mouth.

Well, I think he's a nice bear.

I'll go outside, and keep him company.

Phew! It sure gets hot in this bear suit.

Oh, my gosh!

Yogi, that bear, Whitey, he swallowed Mr. Ranger.

(Boo-Boo) 'I saw him open his mouth and Mr. Ranger was inside.'

A ranger inside, eh?

I get the picture.

Boo-Boo, little buddy, don't you say anything.

The old master will take care of this.

Okay, Whitey, let's take a tour through the park.

(Yogi) 'You'll like it here.'

Nice scenery, and nice people come here.

Yogi, how about Mr. Ranger?

(Yogi) 'Oh, yes, Mr. Ranger.'

You'll like him, Whitey, he's the greatest.

He is?

Jellystone wouldn't be Jellystone without him.

What a guy!

Now, let's go look at the geysers.

No, no, uh, tell me more about the ranger.

- The ranger is my friend. - 'Hold it, Boob.'

He's all the animal's friend.

We all respect him as the brave, handsome, woodsman he is.

No kidding.

- He isn't a crank? - Far from it.

Oh, he has his rules, but that's his job.

Ah, we do our best to obey.

(Mr. Ranger) 'More. He sounds like a swell fellow.'

Mr. Ranger has a great sense of humor too.

[laughs]

Gives us a lot of laughs.

Could it be that I've misunderstood Yogi

all this time?

He's a tricky one. But I'll test him.

Look, Yogi, a picnic basket.

(Mr. Ranger) 'I bet it's full of nice goodies.'

That doesn't interest me, Whitey.

I wouldn't touch it with a ten foot goodie.

Uh, pole. And besides, it's against the rules.

Well, I used to filch an occasional olive.

But that's all past.

I've turned over a new leaf.

Never mind leaves, get a sandwich.

Go on, let's see if you have your old cunning yet.

Well, uh, okay, but, uh, just this once.

[chuckles] The minute he puts his hand on that basket, I've got him.

It looks like it's chock full of goodies.

No, I can't do it. I can't do it.

(Yogi) 'I'll be breakin' one of the ranger rules.'

Please don't make me.

I can't let the ranger down.

He's the best friend a bear ever had.

Yogi, look, it's me, Mr. Ranger.

Mr. Ranger, sir. Duh!

thud

Oh, my gosh! He's fainted.

Quick, Boob, get some water.

Gosh, I don't understand what's going on.

There, there, Yogi, it was me all the time.

I was just testing you.

And did I pass, sir?

(Mr. Ranger) 'With flying colors, Yogi.'

'I'll get out of this hot suit.'

'And, Yogi, you're gonna have'

'a nice pie from the picnic basket.'

Say, Whitey was Mr. Ranger all the time.

Here, Yogi, have a bite to eat.

Oh, I don't know, sir.

My appetite suffers when I'm emotionally upset.

But, uh, if you will force-feed me

'I will try to choke it down.'

Well, now, I've seen everything.

Mr. Ranger feeding Yogi Bear.

That's good. Now, have another bite.

- Go on, go on. - Thank you, sir.

Hey-hey-hey!

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