Original subtitles

[theme music]

The bears are very well behaved here, Mr. Jones.

They don't bother the tourist picnic baskets

except one certain bear, by the name of Yogi.

There's always one, Ranger Smith.

And that's where my invention comes in.

- Your invention? - 'Yes, and here it is.'

The Ring-A-Ding Picnic Basket.

Guaranteed to trap troublesome bears.

Ring-A-Ding Picnic Basket? How does it work?

No national park should be without one.

Now, sir, imagine you are a bear

you see this picnic basket full of goodies and you pick it up.

- Uh, go ahead. - Okay.

[alarm blaring]

Unnerving, isn't it?

When a bear picks that up, he gives himself away right now.

That's the greatest invention since the airplane.

- I'll take it. - Fine. Ha-ha-ha.

Well, I wouldn't want to be that bear, uh, what's his name?

Yogi. Yogi Bear.

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

Good. No Yogi around.

Now, to plant the basket.

And when he grabs that basket I'll hear it

and finally I'll catch him red-handed.

[alarm blaring]

Yogi struck again.

How does he do it?

That's the nosiest picnic basket I've ever seen, Boo-Boo.

I don't get it.

There was nothing in the basket except, whistles

bells and one piece of chocolate cake.

(Boo-Boo) 'I don't want any chocolate cake, Yogi.'

Okay, Boob, since you insist.

Mm. That was pretty good.

'Now, uh, let me have the balloon, Boo-Boo.'

Here you are, Yogi.

'My usual way to get rid of evidence.'

Picnic basket's away.

swoosh

There must be a lot of picnic baskets in the sky, Yogi.

I'm in a satellite race with my baskets in space.

[chuckles]

So there you are.

I wanna speak to you, Yogi.

It's always a pleasure to bandy words with you, sir.

Yogi, I know you just had a picnic basket.

- Where is it? - Uh-uh, careful, sir.

If you can't prove that I could sue you for slander.

- 'Ah-ha.' - What "Ah-ha", sir?

A piece of chocolate cake on your collar.

How about that?

Sorry, sir, but haven't one crumb of evidence.

Ooh, that Yogi!

Mr. Ranger was mad enough to have you banished

to a zoo, Yogi.

Well, maybe I have pushed him too far, Boob.

I'll go butter him up a bit.

He has mentioned that zoo thing a couple of times.

A lion missing from the circus train

that passed through yesterday.

He might be in the park.

Alert all the rangers. Right.

'An animal like that is a menace to all the tourists.'

'We'll only shoot if we have too.'

'I'd prefer shipping him to the zoo.'

Shoot? Zoo? For one piece of chocolate cake?

The ranger is madder on me than I thought.

Mr. Ranger, sir, I've been a bad bear.

But give me another chance, sir, I'll turn over a new leaf.

I promise to be a good bear.

Say you'll give me another chance. Please, sir. Please!

Okay, okay, I'll give you another chance

just stop sniveling. You're getting my tie all wet.

Thank you, sir. Thank you. You will not regret it, sir.

I'll get a broom and sweep out the driveway.

Oh, boy, I've never had a bear crack up before.

And of all the bears why does it have to be Yogi?

I'll check the book. I must have done something wrong.

"The prouder the animal the more independent he is.

"The more his subconscious resents harsh discipline.

Sometimes this latent resentment crushes an animals spirit."

That's it. I've been too rough on Yogi.

I've crushed his fine spirit.

The driveway is swept clean, sir. And I've washed your car.

Before I shine your shoes, I'll scrub the kitchen, sir.

No, no, Yogi, don't do that.

Go get yourself a nice picnic basket, huh?

Who? Me, sir?

You're thinking of the old Yogi, sir.

Picnic baskets are out.

But with your permission, sir, I'll go into the forest

and eat some nuts and berries, or some leaves and tree bark.

'Arrivederci, Mr. Ranger, sir.'

He'll get sick on nuts and berries.

His stomach can't take it.

Yes, siree, Boo-Boo, it was a close call.

The ranger was all set to have me shot and sent to the zoo.

- Have another berry, Yogi. - Uh, no thanks, Boob.

I'm still trying to force the first one down. Yuck.

Berries are the usual bear food, Yogi.

So I've heard tell, Boob.

But I'm an unusual bear.

Uh, let's go back to our cave.

Maybe, maybe I'll find an old pizza pie from last season.

Beats me how these other bears do it.

[instrumental music]

'Boo-Boo, somebody's sleeping in my bed.'

(Boo-Boo) 'Maybe it's Goldilocks, Yogi.'

Out, Goldilocks, this ain't no flophouse.

[roars]

It's a lion. Run, Boo-Boo, run.

[roars]

Gosh, Yogi. We'll have to find another cave.

That's our cave and he's not gonna take it from us.

But, Yogi, a lion is king of the jungle.

And when any king shows up around here

he's asking to be crowned.

bash

[roars]

swoosh

thud

swoosh

bash bash bash

Are you alright, Yogi?

Like the Magna Carta says, Boob, a bears cave is his castle.

[instrumental music]

Good work, Yogi.

We've been looking for that lion to ship him to the zoo.

Uh, you mean, sir, uh

this is what you were talking about on the phone?

That's right, Yogi. How did you know?

It's a long sad story, sir.

Uh, never mind, Yogi. I'm glad you got your spirit back.

Run along now and get yourself a picnic basket.

Why aren't you eating, Yogi?

Somehow picnic baskets just don't seem the same

when the ranger knows about it.

But I suppose I oughta force-feed myself

to keep my strength up.

chomp

When it comes to eating Yogi can't be beaten.

Hey-hey-hey!

[theme music]