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I can't find Boo Boo any place.

I sure miss him when he isn't around.

We've been bear buddies a long time.

Jellystone wouldn't be Jellystone without Boo Boo.

Hey! There's Boo Boo now, reading a book.

"Then the fairy godmother waved her wand

and a beautiful carriage and horses appeared."

Boy, I wish my fairy godmother

would find me someday.

- 'Hey, Boo Boo.' - Hi, Yogi.

I looked all over for you, Boob.

What have you been doin'?

I've been readin' this book.

(Boo Boo) 'A real good one.'

(Yogi) 'Fairy tales. Oh, no, Boo Boo.'

Don't tell me you go for that kid stuff.

Giving Snow White a poisoned apple

killing the mean, old witch, that's kid stuff?

(Yogi) 'It didn't happen, Boob.'

It's just a fable, a fake story.

Yogi, I bet you don't believe in fairy godmothers.

Oh, boy. Fairy godmothers.

Boo Boo, especially fairy godmothers

I do not believe in.

Well, I do, it says so right here in my book.

[imitating Boo Boo] "It says so right here in my book."

Oh, boy. Fairy godmothers..

I just can't believe Boob would fall for that stuff.

Hello, Yogi.

I hear that you don't believe in me, Yogi.

Well, madam, you'll have to admit.

You're a little hard to believe in that get up.

Yeah-ay-aye-e-e!

'Aren't you a little mature'

'for playing trick-or-treat, madam?'

[chuckles] Don't be silly.

I'm really the bears' fairy godmother, Yogi.

You know...magic wand, give out wishes, the whole bit.

Is there anything you'd like, Yogi?

I will go along with this gag

and humor this tourist-type lady.

Oh, why, yes, uh, fairy godmother.

I'd like a tourist-type picnic basket full of goodies.

Oh, that's such a modest request.

Tell you what, Yogi.

I'll give you the big deal.

The full package, the King Midas touch.

ting

He-he-hey. Watch it. Those points are sharp.

Now, everything you touch will turn into a picnic basket.

Goodbye, Yogi.

Well, I'll give her one thing.

The lady is fast.

She's gone already.

Boy, we really got 'em here at Jellystone.

All kinds of people.

Imagine. Everything I touch turning into a picnic basket.

(Yogi) 'What malarkey.'

As if this tin can could ever turn into a..

...a picnic basket!

Hey, hey, hey, that lady was a for-real fairy godmother.

How about that? Instant picnic baskets.

As a picnic-type gourmet, I'll have a busy day.

He-he-hey!

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Ooh..

I've had it with picnic-type baskets.

Oh, boy, I couldn't look another open-faced sandwich

in its jelly smeared face.

Yogi, what happened?

I met the bears' fairy godmother.

You did? Oh, boy.

Did she grant you a wish?

(Yogi) 'Did she grant me a wish?'

Keep your eye on this rock.

Does that answer your question?

A picnic basket.

That's wonderful, Yogi.

Eh, you just touch a rock and it turns into a picnic basket.

Not just rocks, Boob, everything I touch

turns into a picnic basket.

But I'm up to here with picnic baskets.

(Boo Boo) 'You look beat, Yogi.'

Come on, you better take a nap in the cave.

Good idea, Boo Boo.

I feel like hibernatin' for a while.

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

What's the matter, he says. Oh, boy.

How can you break this kind of news gradually?

- Boo Boo.. - Yes, Yogi?

(Yogi) 'You're a picnic basket.'

(Boo Boo) Yogi, I don't wanna be a picnic basket.

These things happen, Boo Boo.

Do something, Yogi, do something.

Why, the least I can do for my little buddy

is, uh, to carry him.

Well, the nerve of that Yogi.

Walking right past the ranger's station

with some tourist's picnic basket.

Yogi, stop!

Oh, Mr. Ranger, am I glad to see you.

(Ranger Smith) 'I bet you are.'

I have a little problem here, sir.

Oh, no, Yogi, you've got a big problem.

Explaining your having the unmitigated gall

to flout my authority with that picnic basket.

Behind those big words, sir

'I detect a misunderstanding, sir.'

This, sir, is not a picnic basket.

(Ranger Smith) 'A compact car, maybe?'

It's your friend and mine, sir.

Boo Boo bear.

- I'm glad you said that, Yogi. - You are?

It proves you've stripped your gears.

You're in orbit, Yogi

and it's bears like that they make bear skin rugs out of.

(Ranger Smith) 'You'll look good in front of the fireplace'

'at the inn this winter, Yogi.'

'With the skier's spilling hot coffee all over you.'

Where's that picnic basket, Yogi?

Uh, you mean Boo Boo? There he goes, sir.

(Ranger Smith) 'A picnic basket with legs?'

If you'll pardon me, sir, I have to look for Boo Boo.

Come back here, Yogi.

'You still got a lot of explaining to do.'

(Yogi) 'Don't touch me, sir. You'll be sorry.'

'Let go of my hand, sir.'

Uh-oh! Too late.

Admit it, sir. I warned you.

(Ranger Smith) Yogi, you'll pay for this.

Margie, there's a picnic basket after a bear.

Oh, those bears are always after picnic baskets.

No, the picnic basket's after the bear.

(Margie) 'Ha ha, don't be silly, George.'

sniff sniff sniff

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screech

Stop, Yogi. Stop!

Hey, what am I running for?

I'm not afraid of an old picnic basket.

Fairy godmother, this is Boo Boo.

Come in, come in, wherever you are.

Here I am, Boo Boo. What's the matter?

I'll give you one guess.

Oh, dear. I never should have trusted Yogi with that power.

I'll break the spell.

And furthermore, Mr. Ranger..

...I'm the boss now.

You are nothing but a little picnic basket.

Oh, boy. Me and my big bear mouth.

Mr. Ranger says you don't get out till spring, Yogi.

That's good, Boo Boo. I like it here.

It's the only place in the park with no picnic baskets.

Yeah-ay-aye-e-e!

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