Original subtitles

[theme music]

♪ Dum de dum dum dum dumpty dum dum dum dumpty doo ♪

Here comes Mr. Ranger, Yogi.

He isn't gonna like it when he sees you

with that picnic basket.

♪ Dumpty dum dum ♪

Hello, Boo Boo. Hello, Yogi.

♪ Dumpty dum dum dum ♪♪

How about that, Boob?

He didn't say anything about the picnic basket.

Maybe he's sick, Yogi.

(Yogi) 'He's too happy to be sick, Boob.'

There's somethin' mysterious goin' on.

And I'm gonna find out what it is!

That's right, Charlie.

I'll start my vacation as soon

as Iron Hand Jones arrives.

He's my replacement, and boy, does he run a strict park.

Yeah, those ex-paratroopers are real tough.

See ya in New York, Charlie.

'So long.'

Uh-oh. Here comes Yogi.

Mr. Ranger, sir.

What's goin' on around here?

Yogi, at any other time I'd resent your insolence.

But today, I am happy

because I'm gonna be away from you for two whole weeks.

A vacation! I'm glad for you, sir.

And rest assured

I won't let you down while you're away.

I will act the same as if you were right here, sir.

Yogi, do you think I'd leave you without supervision?

There's a replacement ranger due any minute.

Now, out, out, out!

That's good news to me, sir!

It's been too strict around here.

Rules, rules, rules!

We will welcome a ranger

'who understands us woodland creatures.'

Have a nice long trip, sir.

swish

Oh, boy, wait till Yogi

runs afoul of Iron Hand Jones.

[laughs]

So that's the trouble maker, eh?

- Uh, what's his name? - Yogi.

Yogi, uh?

I know the type.

'Fresh. Nosy. Always filching picnic baskets.'

You know, I had one like him out on the West Coast.

I shaped him up in no time at all.

Oh, I wouldn't want you to be too harsh with Yogi.

No, no, no, no, no.

Just discipline, my boy, discipline, discipline.

I show 'em who's boss.

I demand obedience and I get it.

Now I don't like bears lying around

getting fat and sloppy.

'I make hard, well-conditioned bears.'

With healthy, shiny coats.

I'm not called Iron Hand Jones for nothing.

[metallic clanging]

'That's the way I run things!'

'With an iron hand.'

[sputtering]

I hope Yogi doesn't get into any trouble

with Iron Hand Jones.

Yogi's a problem, but he's not a bad bear.

Well, Boo Boo, there goes Mr. Ranger.

Uh, let's go over to the station, Yogi

and welcome the new ranger.

That's a good idea, Boo.

We'll break him in right.

(Yogi) 'Good day, sir.'

Welcome to Jellystone Park.

Glad to have you aboard and all like that.

We're the trustees around here.

Anything we can do for you, sir?

You name it!

'We'll do your patrollin' for you, so, uh'

'no need of your even leavin' the office.'

I wouldn't want you to get lost on unfamiliar trails.

Ye-ha-ee!

Please, sir. My nerves, you know.

Attention!

I've been waiting for you to show up, Yogi.

Your gold bricking days are over.

Trouble maker.

You're going to learn what discipline is.

Uh, you there. Beat it!

Y-yes, sir.

[glass shattering]

Now. You're gonna get shaped up, bear.

Outside. On the double!

(Yogi) 'Y-y-yes, sir!'

Halt!

[screeching]

So. You call yourself a bear, eh?

If I'm not, it's a pretty good disguise, right, sir?

- 'Quiet!' - Wow.

That new ranger is tough.

You're soft. Flabby. Spongy.

Too much picnic basket food.

Who? Me, sir?

(Jones) 'Yes, you!'

'Pull that stomach in!'

'Now. March!'

Hut. Two! Three! Four!

Hut. Two! Swing those arms!

Stick out your chest.

'Hut, two, three, four!'

'Hut, two, three, four!'

Poor Yogi.

He's not used to so much exercise all at once.

Okay, Yogi.

Once around the park, on the double!

'And each day, you're gonna clip a half hour off your time.'

All this runnin' around

isn't doing a thing for my bare feet, Boo Boo.

What's it all about, Yogi?

Search me, Boob.

I don't remember signin' anything.

But somehow, I've joined the army

and I'm gettin' out of this outfit, Boob.

- How, Yogi? - 'Over the hill, how else?'

- Where're you going, Yogi? - I won't tell you, Boob.

Then the new ranger can't, uh, brainwash it out of you.

Okay, Yogi. Good luck.

(Yogi) 'Footprints leadin' to the lake.'

'Discarded hat.'

It can only lead to one conclusion.

There's one less bear in the army.

A friendly tree is the place for me!

[instrumental music]

You and your discipline.

You drove my favorite bear to a watery you-know-what.

Gee, I'm sorry.

(Ranger Smith) 'Pack your things and get out!'

[telephone rings]

Ranger Station. Ranger Smith speaking.

Picnic baskets keep disappearing down by the lake?

Yogi had figured a way to strike

from the Twilight Zone.

[instrumental music]

I blame myself for this.

I should never have gone away.

Jellystone won't be the same without Yogi.

Yogi..

...if you can hear me up there

I want you to know I miss you.

'You were always my favorite bear, Yogi.'

Why, it's Mr. Ranger!

You're welcome to any picnic basket you can get, Yogi.

And someday we may be together again

in that Jellystone in the sky.

Why wait, sir?

We got a good thing goin' right here!

- Yogi! - 'Your favorite bear, sir.'

(Smith) 'Hut, two, three, four.' 'Hut, two, three, four.'

Now, once around the park on the double.

Hut, two, three, four.

'Hut, two, three, four.'

'Hut, two, three, four.'

It seems to me I should have stayed in my tree.

(Smith) 'Hut, two, three, four. Hut, two, three, four.'

'Hut, two, three, four. Hut, two, three, four.'

[theme music]