Original subtitles

[theme music]

(male narrator) Jellystone Park's tourist season is weaning.

And a chill in the air heralds the approaching winter season.

It's getting chilly, Yogi.

Well, like they say, Boo-Boo.

"Short summers gone, long winter draws on."

[laughing]

And here it comes, Boo.

(Boo-Boo) 'Uh, what, Yogi?'

The first dainty little snowflake of the season.

That means, it's time to hibernate.

Right, Boo-Boo. Come on.

We'll hit the old sack, Jack.

'Yeah, we sure live in the low rent district, Boo-Boo.'

Just a hole in the wall, you might say. Hey-e-ee.

(Boo-Boo) 'But it's home sweet cave to us, huh, Yogi?'

Pleasant dreams, Yogi.

Same to you, my friend, Boo-Boo.

See you in the spring, Yogi.

[both snoring]

plop plop plop

plop plop plop

[instrumental music]

plop plop plop

Wake up, Boo-Boo. Wake up.

Uh, I-I don't want to go to school, Yogi. W-what's wrong?

Ah, there's water dripping from the ceiling.

Ah, see what you can do about it, Boo-Boo.

Okay, Yogi.

plop plop plop

clang clang clang

clang clang clang

That does it! I'm getting out of here.

'All the comforts in this park are for the tourists.'

Ski lifts, barbeque pits, tourist cabins. Yeah!

While we permanent residents

have to live in damp, noisy caves.

Tourist cabins!

Why not?

The tourists have gone, the cabins are empty.

A cozy nest for my beauty rest.

[laughing]

Howdy do to you, Mr. Ranger, sir?

See you in the spring, sir.

Sleep well, Yogi.

Ah, boy, this is the time of year I like best.

I'm rid of Yogi for months while he hibernates in his cave.

Cave! His cave is that way.

He's headed for the tourist cabins.

[drum roll]

- 'Out, Yogi. Out' - 'Ah, but, Mr. Ranger, sir.'

- 'Out! Out!' - But, sir.

- A big drip. - What did you call me, Yogi?

I'm trying to tell you, sir, uh, there's a leak in cave.

- A big drip. - Okay, Yogi.

You go back in your cave and then..

[laughs]

...there'll be two big drips in there.

[laughs]

You wanna have a show of your own, sir?

[Smith laughs]

Please, sir, you're wrinkling my fur.

Sheesh. What an offbeat sense of humor.

[instrumental music]

Hey, it's one of those deals, a home on wheels.

Very snazzy, plenty jazzy.

I'll, uh, take a peek inside before I go back to my cave.

A comfy bunk.

[yawns]

I better get out before I fall asleep.

[snoring]

[car engine starts]

[instrumental music]

[drum roll]

[yawning]

Sheesh. Oh, I better get back to the cave.

I'm so sleepy.

I can hardly keep my eyes...open.

thud

[car horn blaring]

[instrumental music]

vroom

I can't believe it. It looks like a bear.

And a port hole in a storm.

Jellystone Park has turned into a city.

- 'Hold it, bear.' - Uh-oh.

It's a city type ranger.

Come back here, bear.

Hey-hey, it's time to get away.

[instrumental music]

whirr

whirr

whirr

Yikes!

I got height of phobia.

I-I'm scared of high places.

Don't be afraid, bear. Move this way.

- Give me your paw. - I can't move. I'm scared.

(male #1) 'Don't look down and you'll be alright.'

I-I don't wanna look.

But I can't help it. Gee!

[siren wailing]

Hey, look at that bear up there.

[indistinct shouting]

- Hey, look out! - Don't just stand there.

Stand back, folks. Give us room if he jumps.

There you are, folks. Get your souvenir bears here.

Get 'em before he jumps.

Stop shaking, bear. You'll be alright.

I can't help it, sir.

I got cold feet.

Maybe you better jump into the net.

Net? That's no net.

'It's a postage stamp.'

Boy, it's sure peaceful when Yogi is hibernating.

No trouble at all.

(man on TV) 'We interrupt this program to bring you a bulletin'

'concerning a bear trapped on a building ledge in Central City.'

'He's still up there, hasn't jumped yet.'

A bear on a ledge?

'Now here's the scene as viewed by our mobile unit'

'from the roof of the building across he street.'

Yogi! I better hurry.

There's only one way to get him down.

[instrumental music]

It's Mr. Ranger to the rescue.

Oh, boy. A Jellystone type picnic basket.

[laughing] There's a way.

Got him. I knew this would work.

Yogi has never missed a picnic basket yet.

[instrumental music]

On a first class flight, they feed you right.

[laughing]

[theme music]