This could be the room of any small boy...
but it just happens to belong to a boy named Christopher Robin.
Like most small boys, Christopher Robin has toy animals to play with.
They all live together in a wonderful world of make-believe.
But his best friend is a bear called Winnie the Pooh...
or "Pooh" for short.
Now, Pooh had some very unusual adventures...
and they all happened right here in the Hundred-Acre Wood.
Deep in the Hundred-Acre Wood
Where Christopher Robin plays
You'll find the enchanted neighborhood
Of Christopher's childhood days
A donkey named Eeyore is his friend
And Kanga and little Roo
There's Rabbit and Piglet
And there's Owl
But most of all Winnie the Pooh
Winnie the Pooh
Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff
He's Winnie the Pooh Winnie the Pooh
Willy-nilly, silly old bear
- Winnie the Pooh - Pooh!
Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff
He's Winnie the Pooh Winnie the Pooh
Willy-nilly, silly old bear
Winnie the Pooh lived in this enchanted forest...
under the name of"Sanders"...
which means he had the name over the door in gold letters...
and he lived under it.
- Now, when Pooh heard his "pooh-coo" clock... - Pooh-coo.
Pooh-coo, pooh-coo, pooh-coo, pooh-coo, pooh-coo.
He knew it was time for something.
But he was a bear of very little brain.
So when he thought, he thought in the most thoughtful way he could think.
I haven't thought of anything, have you?
Nor neither have I.
Think, think, think.
Oh, yes. Time for my stoutness exercise.
Up, down, up.
When I up, down touch the ground
It puts me in the mood
Up, down, touch the ground
In the mood for food
I am stout, round and I have found
Speaking poundage-wise
I improve my appetite when I exercise
Oh, stuff and fluff.
That's better. Thank you.
Now, where was I?
Oh, yes. I'm rumbly in my tumbly. Time for something sweet.
I am short, fat and proud of that
So with all my might
I up, down, up, down
To my appetite's delight
While I up, down touch the ground
I think of things to chew
Like honey and milk and chocolate.
With a hefty, happy appetite
I'm a hefty, happy pooh
With a hefty, happy appetite he's a hefty, happy pooh
Oh, bother. Empty again.
Only the sticky part is left.
That buzzing noise means something.
And the only reason for making a buzzing noise that I know of...
is because you're a... a bee!
And the only reason for being a bee is to make honey.
And the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it.
And so Winnie the Pooh climbed the honey tree.
He climbed and he climbed and he climbed.
- And as he climbed, he hummed a little hum. - Hum, hum
Hum, hum
And I call it my "rumbly in my tumbly" song.
Yes, and it went something like this.
Hum dum de dum Hum dum de dum
I am so rumbly in my tumbly
Oh!
Time to munch an early luncheon
Hum de dum dum dum
Oh, I wouldn't climb this tree
If a pooh flew like a bee
But I wouldn't be a bear then
So I guess I wouldn't care then
Bears love honey and I'm a Pooh bear
So I do care So I climb there
I'm so rumbly in my tumbly
Time for something
For something sweet to eat!
If only I hadn't... You see, what I meant to do...
And it all comes, I suppose, from liking honey so much.
Oh, bother.
Winnie the Pooh crawled out of the gorse bush...
brushed the prickles from his nose and began to think again.
- Think, think, think. - And the first person he thought of was...
- Winnie the Pooh? - No. Christopher Robin.
Oh.
Christopher Robin lived in another part of the forest...
where he could be near his friends and help them with their problems.
On this summer day, gloomy old Eeyore...
being stuffed with sawdust, had lost his tail again.
- Eeyore, this won't hurt. - Never does.
There now. Did I get your tail back on properly, Eeyore?
No matter. Most likely lose it again anyway.
It is my considered opinion...
that Eeyore's tail should be placed a trifle to the, uh, right.
And now, if you were to ask me, I think it's just a wee bit...
South.
No, no. North, dear.
Cheer up, Eeyore. Don't be so gloomy. Try swishing it.
- It worked. It worked. - Oh, goody! Hooray!
Thanks. It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.
- Good morning, Christopher Robin. - Oh, good morning, Winnie the Pooh.
- Good morning, Pooh bear. - Good morning, Pooh bear.
If it is a good morning, which I doubt.
What are you looking for, Pooh bear?
I just said to myself, coming along thinking and wondering...
if you had such a thing as, uh...
such a thing, Christopher, uh, as a balloon, about you.
What do you want a balloon for?
- Honey. - But you don't get honey with a balloon.
- I do. - How?
I shall fly like a bee, up to the honey tree. See?
But just a minute. You can't fool the bees that way.
You'll see.
Now, would you be so kind as to tow me to a muddy place of which I know of.
So Christopher Robin towed Winnie the Pooh to the very muddy place.
And Pooh rolled and rolled until he was black all over.
There, now.
- Isn't this a clever disguise? - What are you supposed to be?
I'm a little, black rain cloud, of course.
Silly old bear.
Now, would you aim me at the bees, please?
- Careful, Pooh. Hold on tight. - Yes.
- Four... - Yes. - Three... - Yes.
- Two... - Yes. - One!
I'm just a little, black rain cloud
Hovering under the honey tree
I'm only a little, black rain cloud
Pay no attention to little me
Oh, everyone knows that a rain cloud
Never eats honey no, not a nip
I'm just floating around over the ground
Wondering where I will drip
Christopher Robin, I think the bees...
S-U-S-P-E-C-T something.
Perhaps they think you're after their honey.
Well, it may be that. You never can tell with bees.
Oh, I'm just a little, black rain cloud
Hovering under the honey tree
Christopher Robin!
I think it would help with this deception...
if you would just kind of open your umbrella and say...
- "Tut, tut, it looks like rain." - Tut, tut, it looks like rain.
Tut, tut, it looks like rain.
Christopher Robin, I have come to a very important decision.
These are the wrong sorts of bees.
Excuse me, please, bees.
Christopher Robin!
Oh, bother!
I think I shall come down.
L'll catch you, Pooh.
Hurry, come on. The bees!
Help, Christopher!
Christopher Robin, you never can tell with bees.
Now, Pooh was not the sort to give up easily.
When he put his mind to honey, he stuck to it.
Now, honey rhymes with bunny...
and bunny rhymes with, uh...
Rabbit?
Yeah, I like Rabbit because he uses short, easy words...
like, "How about lunch" and "Help yourself, Pooh."
Pooh? Lunch? Oh, no. Not again.
Oh, my. Oh, my. Oh, my goodness gracious!
Is anybody at home?
What I said was, "Is anybody at home?"
- No. - Bother.
- Isn't there anybody here at all? - Nobody.
Must be somebody there because somebody must have said, "Nobody."
- Rabbit, isn't that you? - No!
Well, isn't that the Rabbit's voice?
I don't think so. It isn't meant to be.
- Hello, Rabbit. - Oh.
Oh, hello, Pooh bear. Pooh bear!
Uh, uh... What a pleasant surprise.
Uh, how about lunch?
Oh, thank you, Rabbit.
And help yourself, Pooh.
Uh, would you like condensed milk or honey on your bread?
Both. But never mind the bread, please. Just a small helping, if you please.
Huh, there you are.
Is, uh, something wrong?
Well, I did mean a little larger "small helping."
Perhaps it would save time if you took the whole jar.
Thank you, Rabbit.
So Pooh ate and ate and ate and ate...
and ate and ate and ate and ate...
and ate.
Until at last he said to Rabbit...
in a rather sticky voice:
I must be going now.
Good-bye, Rabbit.
Well, good-bye, if you're sure you won't have any more.
- Is there any more? - No, there isn't.
I thought not.
Oh, oh, help and bother! I'm stuck.
Oh, dear. Oh, gracious. Oh.
Well, it all comes from eating too much.
It all comes from not having front doors big enough!
Oh, dear, it's no use.
There's only one thing to do. L'll get Christopher Robin.
Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, my. Heavens to Betsy.
- Well, if it isn't Pooh bear. - Oh, hello, Owl.
Splendid day to be up and about one's business, quite, eh?
Oh.
I say, are you stuck?
No, no, just resting...
and thinking and humming to myself.
You, sir, are stuck...
a wedged bear, in a great tightness.
In a word, irremovable.
Now obviously, this situation calls for an expert.
Somebody call for an excavation expert?
I'm not in the book, but I'm at your service.
Gopher's the name. Here's my card.
- What's your problem? - Yes, yes, yes, yes.
It seems the entrance to Rabbit's domicile is impassable.
Uh, to be exact, plugged.
And you want me to dig it out?
Precisely.
Uh, I say, it's over here, my good fellow.
Oh, the first thing to be done is get rid of that bear.
He's gummin' up the whole project.
Dash it all, he is the project!
Um, hard digging. Might hit bedrock.
Danger of cave-in. Risky.
Need planks for bracing. Big job. Take two, three days.
Three days? What about lunches?
No problem, I always go home for lunch. Oh, oh! This will run into money.
I, uh... I say, how much?
Do the job for hourly rate plus cover materials, plus overtime...
plus ten percent.
- And your estimate? - Nope, can't give an estimate.
- Too risky. - Blast it all.
- Good idea! We'll dynamite. Save time. - Eh, what's the charge?
The charge? Oh, about seven sticks of dynamite.
Oh, no, no, no, the cost! The charge in money?
Nope, no charge account. I work strictly cash.
Obviously, but, I should think...
Well, I can't stand around lollygagging all day. I got a tight schedule.
If you think it over, let me know. You got my card. I'm not in the book, you know.
Oh. Dash it all, he's gone.
After all, he's not in the book, you know.
- Oh. - Here we come. Don't worry.
Cheer up, Pooh bear. We're coming.
- We'll get you out. - Well, maybe.
Silly old bear. Here, give me your paw.
Ow. It's no use. I'm stuck.
Well, if we can't pull you out, Pooh, perhaps we can push you back.
Oh, no! Not that! Oh, my gracious!
Oh, dear!
Having got this far, it seems a pity to waste it.
Pooh bear, there's only one thing we can do:
- Wait for you to get thin again. - Oh, bother. How long will that take?
Days. Weeks. Months. Who knows?
Oh, dear.
If I have to face that...
that thing for months...
well, I might as well make the best of it.
Oh, no! There it is again!
Well, I'll just turn it to the wall.
Oh, dear!
Yes, a frame. Uh-huh.
Oh. No, no, no. No.
Very nice.
And a splash of color.
Oh, it just doesn't have that rustic, informal look.
There, a hunting trophy.
Aha! I know just the thing.
Something tickles.
Oh, Pooh! You messed up my moose!
Pooh, Roo has a little surprise for you.
- Flowers. - Honeysuckle.
No, Pooh, you don't eat them. You smell them.
Oh.
That's not bad. Not bad at all. It's rather good, I think.
- Ah... - Oh, no! Hold it!
Oh, no! No, help!
Why did I ever invite that bear to lunch?
Why, oh, why, oh, why?
While Pooh's bottom was stuck at the top of page 28...
his top was stuck at the bottom of page 30.
So both ends waited to get thin again...
day after day...
night after lonely night.
I wonder what's for breakfast.
Breakfast.
Lunch.
Huh? A lunch box!
It certainly is!
I'm working the swing shift, you know. Time for my midnight snack.
Say, ain't you that stuck-up bear?
Hmm. I still think I could blast you out of there.
Uh, what sort of lunch is in that lunch box?
Well, let's see here. Ah, um, oh!
Summer squash...
salmon salad, succotash, spiced custard...
and honey.
- Honey? - Honey? Oh, no!
Could you spare a small smackerel?
Say, you ought to do something about that speech impediment, sonny.
- Oh, thank you, Gopher. - Oh, no! Not that!
No, no, no, no, no! Not one drop!
But, Rabbit, I wasn't going to eat it.
I was just going to taste it.
L'll taste it for you.
That supercilious scoundrel confiscated my honey.
Don't feed the bear.
I'm going to skedaddle.
I'm not in the book.
And I'm "ding danged" glad of it!
And then one morning when Rabbit was beginning to think...
that he might never be able to use his front door again, it happened.
He budged. Hooray! "Christopher Crobbin."
No, "Chrostofer Rubin." He "bidged!" He "badged!" He "booged!"
- Today is the day! - Hooray for you
Hooray for me
Hooray, hooray The pooh will soon be free
Dum ba dum ba dum ba dum ba dum
Now the time has come for proving
What the diet did for Pooh
And since we pledged he'd be unwedged
That's what we're going to do
He'll be pulled and he'll be tugged
And eventually unplugged
We'll have a tug-of-war
To open Rabbit's door
Think "heave-age,"think "ho-age"
And out the pooh will "go-age"
For mind over matter
Has made the pooh "un-fatter"
Heave-ho
Heave, heave, heave, heave, heave
- There he goes! - Suffering sassafras.
He's sailing clean out of the book! Quick! Turn the page!
Stuck again.
Don't worry, Pooh. We'll get you out.
No hurry. Take your time.
Yum-yum.
Bears love honey and I'm a pooh bear
Yum, yum, yum, yum Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp
Yum, yum, yum, yum Time for something sweet
And so we come to the next chapter in which...
But I haven't finished yet.
But, Pooh, you're in the next chapter.
Oh. What happens to me?
Well, let's turn the page and find out.
Now, one fine day, the east wind...
traded places with the west wind.
And that stirred things up a bit all through the Hundred-Acre Wood.
Now, on this blustery day...
Pooh decided to visit his thoughtful spot.
Yes, and on the way I made up a little hum.
And it hums something like this.
Hum dum, dum ditty dum Hum dum, dum
Oh, the wind is lashing lustily and the trees are thrashing thrustily
And the leaves are rustling gustily
So it's rather safe to say
That it seems that it may turn out to be
It feels that it will undoubtedly
It looks like a rather blustery day today
It seems that it may turn out to be
Feels that it will undoubtedly
Looks like a rather blustery day today
Fortunately, Pooh's thoughtful spot was in a sheltered place.
Now he sat down and tried hard to think of something.
Think, think, think, think, think.
Think, think, think.
Say, what's wrong, sonny? Got yourself a headache?
- No, I was just thinking. - Is that so? What about?
L... Oh, bother. You made me forget.
If I was you, I'd think about skedaddling out of here.
- Why? - 'Cause it's "Winds-day."
"Winds-day"? Oh!
Then I think I shall wish everyone a happy "Winds-day"...
and I shall begin with my very dear friend, Piglet.
Now, Piglet lived in the middle of the forest in a very grand house...
in the middle of a beech tree.
And Piglet loved it very much.
Whew, yes.
Whoops. You see, it's been in the family a long time.
It belonged to my grandfather.
Oh, that's his name up there, "Trespassers Will."
That's short for "Trespassers William."
- Trespassers William? - Yes.
And Grandma... Oh.
She called him T. W.
That's even shorter.
Yes, yes, yes.
- And on this blustery day... - Whoo!
The wind was giving you a bit of a bother.
Now, you've been here before.
I don't mind the leaves that are leaving.
It's the leaves that are coming. Whoops!
- Happy "Winds-day," Piglet. - Well, it isn't very happy for me.
- Where are you going, Piglet? - That's what I'm asking myself, where?
W-Whoops! P-P-Pooh!
And what do you think you will answer yourself?
Oh, oh, oh! I'm unravelling.
Whoops! Oh, t-t-that was a c-c-close one!
Hang on tight, Piglet.
Oh, dear. Oh, d-d-dear, dear!
Look, Mama, look! A kite!
Oh, my goodness, it's Piglet!
Happy "Winds-day," Kanga. Happy "Winds-day," Roo.
Can I fly Piglet next, Pooh?
Oh, dear. Oh, d-d-dear, dear!
There, that should stand against anything.
Oh, oh! Help, help! Somebody, s-s-save me!
- Happy "Winds-day," Eeyore. - Thanks for noticing me.
Oh, b-b-b-bother!
Ah. Oh, what a refreshing day for harvesting.
- Happy Winds-day, Rabbit. - Pooh bear, Stop! Oh, go back! Oh, no!
Oh, no! Oh, no!
Oh, yes!
Well, next time, I hope he blows right through my rutabaga patch.
- Whoops! - Huh? Who, who, who? Who is it?
It's me. P-P-Please, may I come in?
Well, I say now.
Someone has pasted Piglet on my window.
Well, well! Pooh too.
This is a surprise.
Do come in and make yourselves...
- comfortable. - Oh!
Am I correct in assuming it is a rather blustery day outside?
Yes, sir, Owl. It's a very, very blustery day outside.
Oh, yes. That reminds me.
Happy "Winds-day," Owl.
My good fellow, I wouldn't go so far as to call it a "Winds-day"...
just a gentle spring zephyr.
Excuse me, Owl, but...
is there honey in that pot?
Oh, yes, yes, of course. Help yourself. Now, as I was saying...
this is just a mild spring zephyr compared to the big wind of'67.
Or was it, uh, '76? Oh, well, no matter.
- Oh, I remember the big blow well. - L'll remember this one too.
It was the year my Aunt Clara went to visit her cousin.
Now, her cousin was not only gifted on the glockenspiel...
but being a screech owl, also sang soprano in the London opera.
- Thank you, Piglet. - You see, her constant practicing...
so unnerved my aunt that she laid a sea gull egg by mistake.
Oh, dear. Oh, d-d-dear, dear.
Well, I say now, someone has...
Pooh, did you do that?
I don't think so.
As soon as Christopher Robin heard of the disaster...
he hurried to the scene of Owl's misfortune.
What a pity.
Owl, I don't think we will ever be able to fix it.
If you ask me, when a house looks like that...
- it's time to find another one. - That's a very good idea, Eeyore.
Might take a day or two, but I'll find a new one.
Good, that will just give me time to tell you about my Uncle Clyde...
a very independent barn owl.
He didn't give a hoot for tradition. He became enamored of a pussycat...
and went to sea in a beautiful pea-green boat.
Owl talked from page 41 to page 62.
And on page 62, the blustery day turned into a blustery night.
To Pooh, it was a very anxious sort of night...
filled with anxious sorts of noises.
And one of the noises was a sound that had never been heard before.
Ah, is that you, Piglet?
W-Well, tell me about it tomorrow, Eeyore?
Oh, come in, Christopher Robin.
Now Pooh, being a bear of very little brain...
decided to invite the new sound in.
Hello, out there.
Oh, I hope nobody answers.
- Hello, I'm Tigger! - Oh. You scared me.
Yeah, sure I did. Everyone's scared of tiggers.
- Uh, who are you? - I'm Pooh.
Oh, a pooh. Sure.
- What's a pooh? - You're sitting on one.
I am? Oh, well, glad to meet ya. Name's Tigger.
T-I, double "guh," "err." That spells "Tigger."
But what is a tigger?
Well, he asked for it!
The wonderful thing about tiggers is tiggers are wonderful things
Their tops are made out of rubber Their bottoms are made out of springs
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy pouncy fun, fun, fun, fun, fun
But the most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one
I'm the only one
- Then what's that over there? - Huh? Oh, hey, hey. Look, look, look.
Oh, what a strange-looking creature.
Look at those beady little eyes, and that "purrposturous" chin...
and those "rickydiculus" striped pajamas.
- Looked like another tigger to me. - Oh, no, it's not. I'm the only tigger.
Watch me scare the stripes off of this impostor.
Is-Is-Is... Is he gone?
All except the tail. He's gone.
Uh, you can come out now, Tigger.
Tigger?
- Hello, I'm Tigger. - You said that.
- Oh? Well, did I say I was hungry? - I don't think so.
Well, then I'll say it. I'm hungry.
Oh, not for honey, I hope.
Honey! Oh, boy, honey!
- That's what tiggers like best. - I was afraid of that.
Oh, say.
Yuck! Tiggers don't like honey!
But you said that you liked...
That icky, sticky stuff is only fit for "heffalumps" and "woozles."
You mean elephants and weasels.
That's what I said... "heffalumps" and "woozles."
Well, what do heffa... lalla... What do they do?
- Oh, nothin' much. Just steal honey. - Steal honey?
Yeah, they sure do. Well, I'd better be bouncing along now, chum. Cheerio!
The wonderful thing about tiggers is tiggers are wonderful things
Their tops are made out of rubber their bottoms are made out of springs
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy pouncy fun, fun, fun, fun, fun
But the most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one
I'm the only one