Well, if what Tigger said was true...
and there really were "heffalumps" and "woozles" about...
there was only one thing to do:
Take drastic precautions to protect his precious honey.
Oh, hello.
Am I glad to see you. It's more friendly with two.
Now, you go that way...
and I'll go this way.
You didn't see anything, did you?
Neither did I.
Now, the very blustery night...
turned into a very rainy night...
and Pooh kept his lonely vigil...
hour after hour after hour.
Until, at last...
Pooh fell fast asleep and began to dream.
"Heffalumps" and "woozles."
"Heffalumps" and "woozles" steal honey.
Beware. Beware.
They're black, they're brown They're up, they're down
They're in, they're out They're all about
They're far, they're near They're gone, they're here
They're quick and slick They're insincere
Beware, beware be a very wary bear
A "heffalump"or "woozle" is very "confusle"
A "heffalump"or "woozle's" very sly, sly, sly, sly
They come in ones and "twosles" but if they so "choosles"
Before your eyes you'll see them multiply, ply, ply, ply
They're extraordinary so better be wary
Because they come in every shape and size, size, size, size
If honey's what you covet you'll find that they love it
Because they guzzle up the thing you prize
They're green, they're blue They're pink, they're white
They're round, they're square They're a terrible sight
They tie themselves in horrible knots They come in stripes or polka dots
Beware, beware be a very wary bear
They're extraordinary so better be wary
Because they come in every shape and size, size, size, size
If honey's what you covet you'll find that they love it
Because they'll guzzle up the things you prize
They're black, they're brown They're up, they're down
They're in, they're out They're all about
They're far, they're near They're gone, they're here
They're quick and slick They're insincere
Beware, beware, beware, beware
Beware
Is it raining in there? It's raining out here too.
As a matter of fact, it was raining all over the Hundred-Acre Wood.
There was a thunder storm on page 71.
And on page 73, there was a bit of a cloudburst.
It rained and it rained and it rained.
The rain, rain, rain came down, down, down
In rushing rising rivulets
Till the river crept out of its bed
And crept right into Piglet's
Poor Piglet he was frightened
With quite a rightful fright
And so in desperation a message he did write
Help! P-P-Piglet... Me!
He placed it in a bottle
And it floated out of sight
And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down
So Piglet started bailing
He was unaware atop his chair while bailing he was sailing
And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down
And the flood rose up, up, upper
Pooh too was caught and so he thought
I must rescue my supper
Ten honey pots he rescued enough to see him through
But as he sopped up his supper
The river sopped up Pooh
And the water twirled and tossed him
In a honey pot canoe
Rain, rain, rain came down, down, down
When the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down
So the Hundred-Acre Wood got floodier and floodier.
But the water couldn't come up to Christopher Robin's house...
so that's where everyone was gathering.
It was a time of great excitement.
But in the midst of all the excitement...
Eeyore stubbornly stuck to his task of house-hunting for Owl.
There's one. Cozy cottage, nice location.
A bit damp for Owl, though.
Meanwhile, little Roo made an important discovery.
Look! I've rescued a bottle. And it's got something in it too.
It's a message, and it says:
"Help! P-P-Piglet... Me!"
Owl, you fly over to Piglet's house...
and tell him we'll make a rescue.
A rescue? Yes, yes. Of course, of course.
So Owl flew out over the flood...
and he soon spotted two tiny objects below him.
One was little Piglet caught in the whirlpool...
and the other was Pooh trying to get the last bit of honey from the pot.
Yum-yum.
Oh, Owl, I don't mean to c-c-complain, but I'm afraid I'm scared.
Now, now, Piglet, chin up and all that sort of thing.
A rescue is being thought of. Be brave, little Piglet.
It's awfully hard to be b-b-brave when you're such a small animal.
Then to divert your small mind from your unfortunate predicament...
I shall tell you an amusing anecdote.
It concerns a distant cousin of mine...
who became so frightened during a flood that he...
I beg your pardon, Owl, but I th-think...
we're coming to a "flutterfall"... a "flatterfall"...a very big waterfall.
Please, no interruptions.
Ah, there you are, Pooh bear. Now, to continue my story...
Look, there's Pooh. Over here, Pooh!
Oh, hello, Christopher Robin.
Pooh, thank goodness you're safe. Have you seen Piglet?
Excuse me, I have...
What I mean is, here I am.
- Pooh, you rescued Piglet. - I did?
Yes, and it was a very brave thing to do.
It was?
- You are our hero. - I am?
And as soon as the flood is over, I shall give you a hero party.
Attention, everybody.
Now, this party is a hero party because of what someone did.
- And that someone is... - I found it.
- Found what, Eeyore? - House for Owl.
I say, Eeyore, good show!
Oh, isn't that wonderful. Where is it, Eeyore?
If you want to follow me, I'll show it to you.
So everyone followed Eeyore.
Then, to the surprise of all, Eeyore stopped right in front of...
Piglet's house?
Why are you stopping here, Eeyore?
This is it, Owl's new house.
Oh, dear, mercy me!
Oh, dear, mercy me too!
Name's on it and everything.
W-O-L, that spells Owl.
Bless my soul, so it does.
Well, what do you think of it?
It is a nice house, Eeyore, but...
It is a lovely house, Eeyore, but...
It's... It's the best house in the whole world.
Tell them it's your house, Piglet.
No, Pooh.
This house belongs to our very good friend...
Owl.
But, Piglet, where will you live?
Well, I... I guess I shall live...
I suppose I-I shall live...
With me! You shall live with me. Won't you, Piglet?
With you?
Oh, thank you, Pooh bear. Of course I will.
Piglet, that was a very grand thing to do.
A heroic thing to do.
Christopher Robin...
can you make a one-hero party into a two-hero party?
Of course we can...
silly old bear.
And so, Pooh was a hero for saving Piglet...
and Piglet was a hero for giving Owl his grand home in the beech tree.
We never will forget our hero of the wet
Our quick thinking unsinking Pooh bear
And Piglet who indeed helped out a friend in need
Truly they're the heroes of the day
So we say, Hip hip hooray for the piglet and the pooh
Piglet and Pooh, we salute you
What's all that stompin' and singin' and silly shenanigans?
And generosity
Hip hip hooray Hip hip hooray
Hip hip hooray for Winnie the Pooh
And Piglet too!
I sure like bouncing. Wasn't that fun, Piglet?
Yes, Pooh, b-but the best part is when it st-stops.
Well, in the next chapter, there's a great deal of bouncing.
There is? Oh.
I think that I just remembered...
something that I forgot to do yesterday...
and-and shan't be able to do tomorrow.
So I suppose I really ought to go back and-and do it n-now.
- Uh, good-bye, Pooh. - Good-bye, Piglet.
Now, is the next chapter all about me?
- No, no. It's mostly about Tigger. - Oh, bother.
- But you're in it. - Oh, good.
What will I be doing?
Well, Pooh, you'll be sitting in your thoughtful spot...
thinking, as usual.
Think, think. Think, think, think. Think. Think.
And while he was thinking, all of a sudden...
Hello, Pooh! I'm Tigger!
T-I, double "guh," "err." That spells "Tigger."
Yeah, I know.
- You've bounced me before. - I did?
Oh, yeah! I "recoggonize" you. You're the one that's stuffed with fluff.
- Yeah. And you're sitting on it. - Yeah. And it's comfy too.
Well, I gotta go now. I got a lot of bouncing to do.
T-T-F-N. Ta-ta for now.
Well, there goes Tigger...
always bouncing in on his friends when they least expect him.
Oh, hello, Piglet! I'm Tigger.
Oh, Tigger. You sc-scared me.
Oh, shucks.
That was just one of my little bounces.
It was? Oh, thank you, Tigger.
Yeah. I'm saving my best bounce for old long-ears!
Ta-ta!
Hum de dum, dum Hum de dum, dum
Dum de dum, dum
There. There. That should do it.
Oh, no. Stop, stop!
Hello, Rabbit. I'm Tigger.
- T-I, double "guh"... - Please! Please! Don't spell it.
Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Just... Just look at my beautiful garden.
Yuck! And messy, isn't it?
Messy? Messy! It's ruined! It's ruined, Tigger.
Oh, why don't you ever stop bouncing?
Why? That's what tiggers do best.
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
Order. Order, please.
Now, I say Tigger's getting so bouncy
nowadays that it's time we taught him a lesson.
No matter how much we like him...
you can't deny he just bounces too much.
Ah, e-excuse me, Rabbit.
But, uh, perhaps if we could think of a way of"un-bouncing" Tigger...
well, it would be a very good idea, huh?
Exactly! Just what I feel. What do you feel, Pooh?
- Pooh! - Ah...
Haven't you been listening to what Rabbit's been saying?
I listened, but then I had a small piece of fluff in my ear.
- Could you say it again, please, Rabbit? - Well, where should I start from?
From the moment the fluff got in my ear.
Well, when was that?
I don't know. I couldn't hear properly.
Pooh, we were just trying to think of a way to get the bounce out ofTigger.
Oh, I've got a splendid idea. Now, listen.
We'll take Tigger for a long explore, see?
Someplace where he's never been...
- and we lose him there. - Lose him?
Oh, we'll find him again, next morning.
And mark my words, he'll be a humble tigger...
a small-and-sad tigger...
an "Oh, Rabbit, am-I-glad-to-see-you" tigger.
And it'll take the bounces out of him, that's why.
Now, all in favor, say, "aye."
Aye. Pooh?
- Pooh! - Uh, here.
Good. Just good. Motion carried.
So it was agreed that they would start the next morning...
which, incidentally, turned out cold and misty.
Pooh, as usual, had a little something along to sustain himself.
And now, as Tigger kept bouncing farther and farther into the mist...
Rabbit thought it was a good time to lose Tigger.
Now's our chance. Quick! In here. Hide.
Tigger's lost now, isn't he, Rabbit?
Oh, he's lost, all right, Piglet.
Oh, goody. This is lots of fun, Pooh.
My splendid idea worked.
Now, home we go.
Good! Yum-yum. It's time for lunch.
- Halloo! - Oh, my goodness. Hide!
Halloo!
That's funny. They must be lost.
Hello!
- Hey, you blokes. Where are ya? - He...
- Shush. - I am shushed.
Hey, where in the heck are you guys?
Halloo!
Rabbit? Piglet? Where are you?
Halloo!
Hooray! Hooray, we've done it.
Now, come on, hurry. Let's head for home.
Well, Rabbit was certain that everything was going according to plan...
and so it seemed to be.
But sometime later...
on the bottom of page 123...
It's a funny thing how everything looks the same in the mist.
He's right, Piglet. It's the very same sand pit.
I think so too, Pooh.
Well, it's lucky I know the forest so well, or...
or, or we might get lost.
Well, come on. Follow me.
Now, Pooh was getting tired of seeing the same sand pit...
and he suspected it of following them about.
Because whichever direction they started in...
they always seemed to end up at it.
- Uh, er, Rabbit? - Yes?
Say, Rabbit, how would it be...
if as soon as we're out of sight of this old pit...
- we just try to find it again? - What's the good of that?
Well, you see, we keep looking for home...
but we keep finding this pit.
So I just thought that if we looked for this pit we might find home.
I don't see much sense in that.
If I walked away from this pit...
and then walked back to it, of course I should find it.
L'll prove it to you. Wait here.
So Pooh and Piglet waited in the mist for Rabbit.
And they waited...
and waited, and waited.
And all the while, Pooh's thoughts kept returning...
to his honey pots at home.
W-W-What was that, Pooh?
My tummy rumbled.
Now then, come on. Let's go home.
But, Pooh, do you know the way?
No, Piglet, but there are 12 pots of honey in my cupboard...
and they have been calling to my tummy.
- They have? - Yes, Piglet.
I couldn't hear them before because Rabbit would talk.
I think I know where they're calling from.
So come on. We'll just follow my tummy.
Well, they walked off together...
and for a long time Piglet said nothing...
so as not to interrupt Pooh's honey pots.
And sure enough, as the mist got thinner...
and just when Piglet began to know where he was...
Hey, hello there, you two blokes. Where have you been?
We've been trying to find our way back home.
Pooh, I don't think Rabbit's splendid idea worked.
Say, where is old long-ears, anyway?
He must still be missing in the mist.
Well, leave it to me. L'll bounce him out of there!
T-T-F-N. Ta-ta for now.
Meanwhile, Rabbit was still wandering around in the mist.
By now, he was lost and bewildered.
And to make matters worse...
his mind was beginning to play tricks on him.
What's that?
Pooh? Piglet?
Help!
- Hello, Rabbit! - Tigger!
B-B-But you're supposed to be lost.
Aw, Tiggers never get lost, bunny boy.
Never get lost?
- Of course not. - Oh, no.
Come on, Rabbit. Let's go home. Hang on!
So they started back. And Rabbit was now a humiliated rabbit...
a lost-and-found rabbit...
an "Oh-why, oh-why-do-these-things happen-to-me" rabbit.
And now we come to the next chapter...
in which the first snowfall had covered the Hundred-Acre Wood.
And in which Tigger learns that even bouncing can be overdone.
On this day, Roo was waiting for Tigger to take him out to play.
Mama, when is Tigger gonna get here?
- Be patient, dear. He'll be... - Whee!
Well, here I am! Did I surprise you, Roo?
You sure did! I like surprises.
- Hello, Mrs. Kanga, ma'am. - Why, hello, Tigger, dear.
She called me "dear."
Roo, are you ready for some bouncing?
Yeah! You and me are good bouncers.
Just a moment, dear.
Hold still. Goodness, you're bouncy today.
That's what roos do the "best-est."
- Now keep your scarf on. - Not so tight, Mama.
- Is your sweater warm enough? - Yes, Mother.
Well, come on, Roo. Let's go!
Tigger, have Roo home in time for his nap.
And be careful!
Don't worry, Mrs. Kanga. L'll take care of the little nipper.
Da, da, da, da
Ah! What a perfect day!
Peace and quiet...
and thank goodness, no Tigger.
Say, look, look, look. If it isn't old long-ears.
Can tiggers ice-skate as fancy as Mr. Rabbit?
Can tiggers ice-skate? Why, that's what tiggers do the best.
Whee!
Say, this is a cinch.
Whee!
- Oh, no. Not him! - Uh-oh, look out. I can't... Watch out!
- It can't be! - Out of the way! Out of the way!
Look out! I can't... Whoa!
Oh, why does it always have to be me?
Why, oh, why, oh, why?
Tigger, Tigger, are you all right?
Yuck! Tiggers don't like ice skating.
So Tigger and Roo went farther into the Hundred-Acre Wood...
looking for something that tiggers do best.
I bet you can climb trees, huh, Tigger?
Climb trees? That's what tiggers do best!
Only tiggers don't climb trees. They bounce them!
Come on, let's go.
I almost bounced clear out of the book.
Some bouncing, huh?
Say, how did this tree get so high?
Hey. H-H-Hey!
Hey, what's happening now?
Don't swing on a string. It's much too frail.
The best kind of swing is a tigger's tail. Whee!
S-S-Stop that, kid. Please.
S-T-O-P, stop. You're rocking the forest.
- What's the matter, Tigger? - Whew! Oh, thank goodness.
I was just getting seasick from seeing too much.
Well, we'll just have to leave Tigger up in the tree top for a little while.
Because, at the bottom of the next page...
Pooh is having a problem of his own.
- What are you doing, Pooh? - Shh!
- Tracking something. - Tracking what?
Well, that's what I asked myself, Piglet. What?
And what do you think you'll answer yourself?
I shall have to wait until I catch up with it.
Pooh, for a bear of very little brain...
- you sure are a smart one! - Thank you, Piglet.
- Aha, ha! - Oh!
N-N-Now w-w-what?
A very mysterious thing, Piglet.
A whole new set of tracks. See?
And so it seemed to be.
There were the tracks joining each other here...
getting mixed up with each other there.
But to Pooh, quite plainly, four sets of paw marks.
Piglet, whatever it was that made these tracks...
has now been joined by a "whatever-it-is."
Y-Y-Yes. A-And all of them are proceeding in company.
Piglet, I wasn't exactly expecting company.
N-N-Neither was I, Pooh.
So they went on, feeling a little anxious now...
in case the animals in front of them were of hostile intent.
Halloo!
Look, look, Piglet...
there's something in that tree over there.
- Is it one of the f-f-fiercer animals? - Halloo!
Yes. It's a "jagular."
W-What do jagulars d-do, Pooh?
Well, jagulars always call, "Halloo!"
And when you look up, they drop on you.
I'm looking down, P-P-Pooh.
Halloo!
Hey, Tigger, it's Pooh and Piglet.
Pooh! Piglet!
Why, it's only Tigger and Roo. Come on.
Hello, Roo. Hey, what are you and Tigger doing up there?
I'm all right, but Tigger's stuck.
Help, somebody! Please!
Get Christopher Robin.
Well, it wasn't too long before word got back to
Christopher Robin and the others that Tigger was in trouble.
Hello, Pooh. Hello, Piglet. What's up?
Tigger and Roo are up...
Oh, my goodness. Roo, how did you get way up there?
Easy, Mama. We bounced up.
Oh, gracious. Do be careful, dear.
I'm all right, Mama, but Tigger's stuck.
Oh, what a shame. That's too bad.
No, that's good. You see, he can't bounce anybody up there.
Oh, dear. We'll just have to get him down somehow.
Down? Down? Do we have to?
Come on, everyone. Let's hold the corner of my coat.
You're first, Roo. Jump!
Try not to fall too fast, dear.
Whee!
- Oh, thank goodness. - Gee, that was fun!
Come on, Tigger. It doesn't hurt. Jump!
- You're next, Tigger. Jump! - Jump?
Tiggers don't jump. They bounce.
Then bounce down.
Don't be "ridiccorous." Tiggers only bounce up!
You can climb down, Tigger.
Ah, but tiggers can't climb down, uh, because, uh, their tails get in the way.
Hooray! That settles it.
If he won't jump and he can't climb down...
then we'll just have to leave him up there forever!
Forever? Oh, if I ever get out of this...
I promise never to bounce again, never!
I heard that, Tigger. He promised! Did you hear him promise?
I heard him. I heard him! You heard him, didn't you? Didn't you?
Well, Tigger, your bouncing really got you into trouble this time.
Say, who are you?
I'm the narrator.
Oh, well, please, for goodness' sakes, narrate me down from here.
Very well. Hold on tight.
You can let go now, Tigger.
N-N-Never.
But, Tigger, look for yourself. You're perfectly safe.
What did I tell you, Tigger?
Come on. Back we go.
Oh! Good old terra firma.
Say, I'm so happy, I feel like bouncing.
Uh-uh-uh! You promised. You promised.
Oh. Oh, I did, didn't I?
You mean, I can't ever bounce again?
- Never! - Never?
Not even just one teensy, weensy bounce?
Not even a smidgen of a bounce.
Oh, the poor dear. Oh, that's too bad.
Christopher Robin, I like the old bouncy Tigger best.
- So do I, Roo. - I do too. - Me too!
Of course, we all do. Don't you agree, Rabbit?
- L-I... - Well, Rabbit?
Well, I, uh...
That is, uh... Uh, what I mean...
- Well? - Well, I, ah...
Oh, all right.
I guess I like the old Tigger better too.
Oh, boy! You mean, I can have my bounce back?
Come on, Rabbit. Let's you and me bounce.
Good heavens! Me bounce?
Why, certainly! Look, you've got the feet for it.
- I have? - Sure. Come on, try it.
It makes you feel just g-g-great!
- Well, say, it does, doesn't it? - Yes, it does.
- Well, come on, everybody, bounce! - Come on, bounce.
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
And so, we come to the last chapter...
in which Christopher Robin and Pooh come to the enchanted place...
- and we say good-bye. - Good-bye?
Oh, no, please, can't we go back to page one and do it all over again?
Sorry, Pooh, but all stories have an ending, you know.
Oh, bother.
Yes, the time had come at last.
Christopher Robin was going away to school.
Nobody else in the forest knew exactly why or where he was going.
All they knew was it had something to do with "twice times"...
and how to make things called "A-B-C's"...
and where a place called Brazil is.
- Pooh? - Huh?
What do you like doing best in the world?
What I like best is me going to visit you...
and you saying, "How about a smackerel of honey?"
I like that too.
But what I like best is just doing nothing.
- How do you do "just nothing"? - Well...
it's when grown-ups ask, "What are you going to do?"
And you say, "nothing." Then you go out and do it.
I like that. Let's do it all the time.
You know something, Pooh...
I'm not going to do just nothing anymore.
You mean, never again?
Well, not so much.
Pooh...
when I'm away just doing nothing...
will you come up here sometimes?
You mean, alone?
- Just me? - Yes.
And, Pooh, promise you won't forget me...
- ever? - Oh, I won't, Christopher, I promise.
Not even when I'm a hundred?
How old shall I be then?
Ninety-nine.
Silly old bear.
Wherever they go...
and whatever happens to them on the way...
in that enchanted place on top of the forest...
a little bear will always be waiting.