Narrator: Once upon the last day of a golden summer,
there was a boy
and a bear.
The boy, who we shall meet in a moment,
was called Christopher Robin.
The bear was called Winnie the Pooh.
And together, they had many grand adventures
in a remarkable place
called The Hundred Acre Wood.
But the grandest and most extraordinary
of all their adventures was still to begin.
Today, I believe, is a good day
for being Pooh.
* Dum, de-dum-de
* Dum-dum, hmm-hmm
And here, I should say, is a good place
for being Pooh.
* Dum, de-dum-dum
* Dum, dum-dum
Any reason that I think of
is a good one for being Pooh.
* Dum, de-dum-dum
* Doo-dum, dum-dum
(laughs)
But the very best reason of all is...
Boy: Pooh Bear!
...being with my very best friend!
Christopher Robin!
You are just in time
for the best part of the day.
What part is that?
The part when "you" and "me"...
become "we".
Pooh, there's something I have to tell you.
Is it something nice?
Not exactly.
Then it can wait.
It can?
For how long?
For ever and ever.
* For ever and ever
* Is a very long time, Pooh *
* Oh, forever isn't long at all *
* When I'm with you
(giggles)
Pooh: * I wanna call your name
* Forever
* And you will always answer *
* Forever
* And both of us will be
* Forever you and me
* For ever and ever
Christopher: * I want to stay like this
* Forever
(Pooh laughs)
* If only I could promise
* Forever
(Pooh laughs)
* Then we could just be we
* Forever you and me
Both: * For ever and ever
* Is a very long time, Pooh *
(Pooh chuckles)
Forever isn't long at all, Christopher.
* When I'm with you
(Pooh chuckles)
* I wanna be with you
* Forever
* I want you right here beside me *
* Forever
* One thing you should know *
* No matter where I go
We'll always be together.
(both) * For ever and ever
Narrator: And so they stayed together,
doing all the things a boy and a bear could do.
And when the day began to end,
Christopher Robin had quite forgotten
he still had something to tell Pooh.
Pooh Bear, there's one thing we didn't do today.
And what thing might that be?
Er, nothing.
Nothing?
Christopher Robin, what exactly is
"doing nothing"?
Well, I'm told it means going along,
listening to all the things you can't hear,
and not bothering.
It's when people say, "What are you two doing?"
And we say, "Oh, nothing."
And we do it.
This is sort of a nothing thing
we're doing right now.
(sighs)
I wish it could last forever.
Well, then, we must do it again tomorrow.
And the tomorrow after.
And the tomorrow following that.
Pooh Bear, what if, someday,
there came a tomorrow when we were apart?
As long as we're apart together,
we shall certainly be fine.
Yes, yes. Of course.
But, if-- If we weren't together?
If I were somewhere else?
Oh, but you really couldn't be,
as I would be quite lost without you.
Who would I call-- Oof!
On those days when I'm just not strong enough-- Oh!
Or brave enough?
Well, actually--
And who would I ask for advice
when I didn't know which way to turn?
Pooh, we--
We?
"We" simply wouldn't be.
(yawns)
Oh, Pooh.
If ever there's a tomorrow when we're not together,
there's something you must remember.
(yawns)
And what might that be, Christopher Robin?
You're braver than you believe,
and stronger than you seem,
and smarter than you think.
(chuckles)
Oh, that's easy.
(clears throat)
We're braver than a bee,
and, uh, longer than a tree,
and taller than a goose.
Or was that a moose?
(laughs)
No, silly old bear.
(yawns)
You're braver than you believe,
and stronger than you seem,
and smarter than you think.
But the most important thing is...
Even if we're apart, I'll always be with you.
Always be with you.
(Pooh murmuring)
(Pooh snoring)
Braver than our beans.
Longer when we gleam.
(snores)
Hum-dee, diddy-dum.
(snores)
Hum-dee, diddy-dee.
(chuckles)
Hello, Christopher Robin.
I can't seem to remember the--
To remember the, uh--
It's autumn?
(gasps) It is!
It's the first day of autumn!
A time of hot chocolaty mornings,
and toasty marshmallow evenings!
And best of all, leaping into leaves!
Oh.
(chuckles)
Someone's left a honey pot
all alone and lonely.
With no one to care for it.
I suppose...
I should take it.
Although, it might belong to someone.
Although, just as easily not.
Hmm.
Think, think. Think!
I believe when a question becomes this sticky,
I should ask my very good friend, Christopher Robin.
Christopher Robin?
Are you here?
Are you there?
Are you... anywhere?
Piglet!
Piglet, Christopher Robin is gone!
Christopher--
Chr--
Why, Piglet, what ever are you doing...
up there?
I'm doing just what Christopher Robin said I should do.
I'm going to look my fear of heights
right in the face and conquer it.
(wood breaking)
That is, if it doesn't conquer me first.
Christopher Robin!
Are you looking for him, too?
(purring)
Hiya, Pooh. (laughs)
What's up?
Hello, Tigger.
Piglet is up.
Help!
Oh, relax, Piglet old pal.
There's no difference between plunging 10,000 feet
to the jagged rocks below,
and tumbling out of bed.
Oh, really?
Why, sure.
(laughs)
Except for the splat at the end,
they're practically similar.
Christopher Robin!
Hmm, clutched in the throes of terror, eh?
Well, I guess I just better bounce up there and get 'em down.
Stand back, this is gonna take
a world's record bounce!
What's the matter with you?
Being a second-rate bouncer is not what Tigger's like best.
(yells)
It doesn't matter if you think you're not ripe.
This is Rabbit's garden,
and Rabbit does his harvesting by the book!
As it clearly says in the official almanac,
today is, ahem, the first day of fall,
following the last day of summer.
Harvest day.
Any questions?
Pooh: Hello!
Oh, yes, yes. The rutabaga in the back row.
Hello what?
(rumbling)
(yells)
Pooh: Hello, Rabbit.
Not much of a house.
Just right for not much of a donkey.
(rumbling, Rabbit yelling)
Easy come, easy go.
Excuse me, Rabbit.
But would you happen to have a, um...
a, um...
Christopher Robin about you?
No! I haven't seen him!
(thump)
Bother. (thump)
He isn't where he should be.
(thump)
And wasn't where we were.
(thump)
And seems not to be anywhere...
(thump)
- ...where he can tell me... - (thump)
...whose honey this is.
(thump)
Well, it isn't mine.
And I don't have time. It's harvest day. Says so in the book.
I have carrots to cut,
pumpkins to pick, peas to pluck!
(Tigger giggling)
Tigger: Well, of course it's mine.
It's got my name scribbled all over it.
T-I double "ger"--
Honey? Yech!
(spits) Blech!
Tigger's do not like honey.
It isn't mine.
Then again, few things are.
(groaning)
Oh, here!
If only I could find Christopher Robin.
He could tell me whose it is.
Why don't you check the note and find out?
A note!
Why, Rabbit, how clever of you!
I'll just read it.
Or would...
if I could.
Perhaps you can, Rabbit.
(scoffs)
I could read this with my eyes closed.
(chuckles)
It says, ahem...
(speaking gibberish)
(gibberish continues)
Well, I could have read it
if Tigger hadn't bounced me so.
"Tar"? "Jar"?
Oh, "Far"!
"Dear Pooh," it begins.
"Worry. About. Me.
"I'm. Going.
Far away. Help."
And the note is signed "Crem famin-bobbin."
Oh, "Christopher Robin."
Christopher Robin?
Gone far away?
Oh, what a frightful thought.
Wait! Why? When? Who authorized it?
Where will we get the strength
to go on without him?
(cries)
Pooh: Christopher Robin.
My very best, best friend.
It simply cannot be.
Whatever will I do?
I wonder, Pooh, if perhaps,
until Christopher Robin gets back,
um, I might, uh, possibly
be your... best best friend?
Yeah. (sniffling)
And when Piglet gets sick of you,
(sniffling) we can take over.
Oh, thank you.
But you already are the very best of my best friends.
You see, you and I can do anything.
But only Christopher Robin and I could do...
nothing.
Poor guy.
His very little brain is half gone with grief.
Ha ha! I've discovered where he went.
(laughs)
An "O", another "O", and--
(gasps) Oh, my.
What is it, Owl? Where is it?
Somewhere bad, I fear.
How bad?
On a scale of one to ten,
it's not good.
(strikes match)
He has gone
to S-C-H-O-O-L.
(gasps) Skull!
Skull?
What sort of place is that?
Well, from the very sound of it,
one can tell it's a most forbidding and far away place.
Then we must help Christopher Robin.
Help him get back. To here.
And us.
And me.
Then it's a quest, is it?
Ha ha! That's the spirit!
(hoots) The nobility of it!
A long and dangerous journey
through the great unknown.
Of course, you'll need a map.
D-D-D-D-Dangerous?
Oh, Owl, you-- You wouldn't suppose
we'd meet any h-h-heffalumps?
Oh, thank you, I nearly forgot.
Herds of heffalumps. Ha ha!
Uh, uh, down here, I fancy,
in the, ahem, southeast corner of the far west portion.
W-W-What about w-w-w-woosels?
Woosels? Wonderful!
Jagulars?
Hoo-hoo-hoo! Just a dozen or three.
Here, there and yonder.
Not to mention, the fabled,
hoo-hoo, Skullasaurus.
Tigger: S-S-S-Skullasaurus?
Oh, come, come, come.
Without a monster or two, it's hardly a quest.
Merely a gaggle of friends wandering about.
Oh-ho-ho! How I envy you!
Not everyone has the chance to face
the unspeakable terrors of the great unknown.
* Today's the day
* In only a matter of moments *
* You'll all be on your way *
* What lurks around the corner *
* Not a soul can say
* But I can guess, more or less *
* Hidden dangers, great duress *
* Ah, the moment of glory is close at hand *
* Whee
* It's going to be grand
* Adventure is a wonderful thing *
* Pack only the essentials *
* I'll tell you what to bring *
* Your strength, your nerve, your hearts, your wits *
* And for Skullasaurus attacks *
* First aid kits
* Adventure is a hoot and a half *
* You'll face unearthly dangers *
* And look at them and laugh *
* The claws, the teeth, the chase, the thrill *
* You'll never want to come home *
* Maybe you never will
* That's the beauty of adventure *
* It's strictly sink or float *
* It runs you till your ragged *
* And it grabs you by the throat *
* You struggle to survive it *
* Though the chances are remote *
* Hoo-hoo, lucky you
* Wish I was coming, too
* Adventure is a wonderful thing *
I almost forgot the very best part.
You not only get to save your friend
from the most dangerous place, namely Skull,
but from the most dangerous part
of the most dangerous place.
The eye of the skull itself.
Oh, bother.
* And you, General Pooh *
* Off you go, marching high and low *
* Your friend waits at the end *
* Right here
* Take a look
* The map is perfectly clear *
* With your excellent sense of direction *
* You've nothing to fear
* Through the quicksand and the chasms *
* Tempting fate and fighting spasms *
* Dodging avalanching boulders *
Remember.
* Christopher Robin's fate rests completely on your shoulders *
* Pooh
Excuse me, Owl.
* It's up to you
* That's the beauty of adventure *
* The trembling and the dread *
* I can't think of another thing I'd rather do instead *
Perhaps you could join us.
* No, no, you go ahead *
* Hoo, hoo, lucky you
* Tally ho, and toodle-loo *
* Ready now? Noble chin *
* Chest out, tummy in
* Make a fracas, have a fling *
* Drop a postcard, give a ring *
* Get the lead out, time to swing *
* Whoop-de-do and bada-bing *
* Adventure
* Is a wonderful thing
I salute you!
And those of you doomed to never return,
I salute you twice!
Narrator: And so, Pooh and his friends
crossed over, into, well,
that part of The Hundred Acre Wood
which Owl called The Great Unknown.
It was the start of their quest for Christopher Robin.
They would find him, Owl said,
if they could get through the woods,
for the woods, Owl said,
were filled with heffalumps...
and woosels...
and who knew how much worse?
Look!
"The upside down rock.
"If you've made it this far,
you're where monsters... are."
(distant howling)
What was that?
Sounded too hungry for a heffalump.
(distant howling)
Too plump for a jagular.
(distant growl)
I'd say it's, uh... the old...
buggy-eyed... saber-toothy...
Skullasaurus.
(all) Skullasaurus?
Which way do we run?
Where do we hide?
What's the shortest shortcut home?
I believe, uh,
that way is a good way.
(all shouting, stammering)
Although, this way could be better.
(shouting, stammering)
If not over here.
(shouting)
Although... (chuckles)
...there might be particularly pleasant as well.
(shouting, stammering)
Stop it!
We're getting nowhere fast, Pooh,
and that just won't do!
A leader must be someone leaderly,
quick-thinking, informed.
Someone like...
Me.
(growling)
Well... there.
Anyone with half a set of smarts
can see we lose the beast by cutting across this lovely meadow.
(shrieks)
(cawing)
And a lovely meadow it is.
Why, look.
Is that a golden dahlia daffodilus?
Rare for this location.
What exactly is this location, Rabbit?
And might it be nearer Christopher Robin
than farther?
Why, we're right here.
On course, of course.
Where else would we be?
(bird squawking)
Owl, where are we?
Nice, peaceful spot.
(scoffs) Indeed.
Oh, d-d-dear! This is not the place
for a small and frightfully fearful animal...
such as myself.
Or myself.
Or himself.
Thanks for noticing.
Yes, well, precisely why I chose it.
No Skullasauruses would dare follow us in here.
(howl)
(yells)
Piglet, come back!
I can't lose you, too.
(laughs)
Pooh: My, my.
I believe you've made a friend, Piglet.
(laughs)
I believe you're right, Pooh.
(whistles)
(murmurs)
And another, it seems.
And also that one.
And that one, too. As well.
And he. Or her.
And her. And him.
And they. And them.
Face it, Piglet, old pal.
You're just plain popular.
Some piglets have it,
some donkeys don't.
Why, I believe, Piglet,
they want to take you home with them. (chuckles)
I-it's really kind of them, I'm sure,
but I already have a home.
Oh, d-d-dear!
Pooh: Piglet!
Don't leave.
I wouldn't if I could, but I can't.
Jump, Piglet! We'll catch you!
Likely as not!
I would if I could, but they won't let me!
Perhaps you could ask your friends
to bring you back!
Why, yes!
But I don't know which way back is.
(laughs)
It's down here. Look.
I'm afraid I'm too afraid to look.
Oh, if only Christopher Robin was here.
Christopher Robin!
(gasps) Piglet, that's it!
He said all I have to do is remember that you're...
bigger than a big leaf.
I mean, bolder when you're not green.
Oh. Or is--
Is any of this making you feel any less afraid, Piglet?
I'm afraid not, Pooh.
Oh, bother.
Hmph.
How to get a Piglet down who is very up.
(butterflies squeaking)
Oh, bother.
Oh, excuse me, but is that you, Pooh?
Yes, Piglet. It is.
Piglet: Might we be coming down soon?
I believe so, Piglet.
Uh, how soon?
Pooh: Very.
(muttering)
Hmm? Aah!
That's throwing your weight around, buddy bear.
Imagine, being outnumbered
by those buggy-boys a zillion to one.
What a guy.
Brave, indeed.
Now, if-- If you don't mind,
Chressepher Ribbon-- Ristopher Crobin--
Roxepher Cherobin... is this way.
Are you all right, Piglet?
Yes, Pooh. Thank you.
Saving me was very brave of you.
But you're brave, too, Piglet.
Braver than...
Er, something.
I am?
Oh! What thing is that?
I'm not sure, Piglet.
Oh, if only I could remember.
Narrator: This way and that way, the map led them,
to all the places Christopher Robin wasn't.
But to none of the places he was.
And still, Rabbit refused to realize
the map didn't know which way it was going.
So, we first head east-by-south,
then south-by-east.
Of course, minus the magnetic variation,
plus the wind drift, we clearly go, uh...
this way.
Pooh: I wonder if those rather forbidding-looking things
might be the Forbidden Mountains?
Where Christopher Robin is?
Piglet: You're right, Pooh.
Tigger: You found 'em, buddy bear!
Rabbit: Excuse me?
The way to there is over here.
But, Rabbit, isn't that them?
Over there?
Now, which are you going to believe,
this official map, or your own eyes?
Look for yourself and you'll see
we're right on course.
It's all right there in black and white.
Why would anyone want to wander around,
wondering which way to go,
when they have a map to follow?
A map is not a guess, an estimation or a hunch.
* A feeling or a foolish intuition *
Yes.
A map is a dependable,
unwavering, inarguably accurate
* Portrayer
* Of your position
* Never trust your ears, your nose, your eyes *
* Putting faith in them is most unwise *
* Here's a phrase you all must memorize *
* In the printed word is where truth lies *
Yes, but Rabbit--
* Never trust your tummies, your tails or toes *
* You can't learn a thing from any of those *
* Here's another fact I must disclose *
* From the mighty pen, true wisdom flows *
* If it says so
* Then it is so
* If it is so
* Well, so it is
* A thought's not fit to think 'til it's printed in ink *
* Then it says so
* So it is
Yes, but, I think that--
* Never trust that thing between your ears *
* Brains will get you nowhere fast, my dears *
* Haven't had a need for mine in years *
* On the page is where the truth appears *
* If it says so
* Then it is so
* If it is so
* So it is
* A thought's not fit to think 'til it's printed in ink *
* Never differ from or doubt it *
Bother.
* Who'd go anywhere without it? *
Thank goodness we've got this.
* So we don't need to fret about it *
* If it says so
* So it is
Aah! Oh, no!
The map! Get the map!
With only half a map, we're less than nowhere!
After that map!
I got it!
Don't have it.
I had it!
I don't have it now.
I want it again! I got it!
I don't got it. I don't have it.
I got-- Wait, I'll get it!
No, I don't-- I have it!
(wood splintering)
Hmm.
I wonder what's causing this tail to fail.
Maybe it... just doesn't...
have what it takes.
(wood splintering)
Yikes!
Christopher Robin! (echoing)
Tigger, of all the safer places to be,
I don't think this is one.
You could fall.
Yeah.
Well, you know what they say.
What doesn't bounce up has gotta fall down.
(creaking)
There's no time for this!
We've had too many delays!
So you just bounce out of there this moment!
No way! The wind isn't right!
But there isn't any wind.
Okay, okay. You got me.
The truth is...
(cries)
...my tail... just doesn't have...
enough strength. (cries)
Oh. (laughs)
Don't worry, Tigger.
Christopher Robin said I just have to remember
you're, uh, taller than a beam.
Really?
Or was it slower than whipped cream?
Do you feel any bouncier now?
Nope.
Oh. (laughs)
Perhaps your tail just needs a hand.
Could you bounce up this far?
Pooh Bear!
How about now?
No, no, no, no. Thanks for trying.
I'm going out the way I came in.
(cries)
A second rate bouncer.
Oh, Piglet!
(Tigger crying)
Um...
Tigger?
Hmm?
Oh. Okay.
Look at the biceps on that bear.
I don't deserve to dangle from the same precipice.
(straining)
(mumbles)
What's donkey-boy saying?
I said "Ouch".
(all screaming)
(splash)
Yike!
Now, don't worry, Piglet. It's only me.
(sighs)
Yike!
Now, don't worry, Piglet.
It's only Tigger and Rabbit and Eeyore.
The map! We have it!
Oh-ho-ho! We can go now!
(distant howling)
Worry now, Piglet. It's the Skullasaurus.
Rabbit: I know we went over this way,
and-and I came across--
Oh, b-b-but then I-- I lost my way over--
And if I don't-- But I know that--
Might you know which way Christopher Robin is
from here, Rabbit?
Well, I mean, there--
There's this way, of course.
Not that it's the right way.
We obviously want to go this way.
Though that way's further than farther
and nearer than not.
Although we can't rule out this way.
Now, if Christopher Robin was here, what would he say?
Well, he'd say--
That Rabbit can't function in this humidity!
That it's not his fault!
This fog isn't even on the map!
And that--
That Rabbit is just not smart enough
to know where to go or...
what to do.
Oh.
Christopher Robin says, at a time like this,
all I have to do is remember.
Remember what?
I forget.
But it's something like...
you're smarter when you're pink.
Does that help?
No. I don't know where we are,
and where we aren't.
And I haven't known for hours.
I've failed us all.
I believe I have as well.
Let's face it. Without Christopher Robin,
we don't have a chance of finding Christopher Robin.
Perhaps we might rest in there
until this mist is mostly mistless.
Eeyore: End of the road.
Nothing to do.
And no hope of things getting better.
Sounds like Saturday night at my house.
- (Tigger snores) - (Rabbit screams)
(murmuring)
(snoring)
(muttering)
(Tigger murmuring, laughing in his sleep)
Pooh: I've tried to find you, Christopher Robin.
I know, Pooh. I'm sorry.
You'd have found him by now if I hadn't--
Pooh Bear?
I've looked all the places you weren't.
I just can't find the places you are.
I only know that you are where I am not.
And where am I?
I wish you were here to tell me.
Perhaps, if I were to wish
very, very hard...
* Come out, moon
* Come out, wishing star
* Come out, come out
* Wherever you are
* I'm out here in the dark *
* All alone and wide awake *
* Come and find me
* I'm empty and I'm cold
* And my heart's about to break *
* Come and find me
* I need you to come here and find me *
* 'Cause without you, I'm totally lost *
* I've hung a wish on every star *
* It hasn't done much good so far *
* I can only dream of you *
(echoes of Christopher Robin laughing)
* Wherever you are
* I'll hear you laugh
* I'll see you smile
* I'll be with you
* Just for a while
* But when the morning comes *
* And the sun begins to rise *
* I will lose you
* Because it's just a dream *
* When I open up my eyes
* I will lose you
* I used to believe in forever *
* But forever's too good to be true *
* I've hung a wish on every star *
* It hasn't done much good so far *
* I don't know what else to do *
* Except to try to dream of you *
* And wonder if you're dreaming, too *
* Wherever you are
(yawns)
Oh, my.
* Wherever you are
(yawns)
Oh, dear!
(Piglet shouting)
Piglet?
(yelling)
Sku-- Ske-- Oh! Oh!
Sku-- Skoo-- Sku-- Ske-- Ska--
Try to be specific.
Ski-ska-sku-- Sko-ski-ska--
Ska-sko-sku--
Skull.
(all scream)
Christopher Robin's in the eye of that thing?
How we gonna get way up there?
By going... in there.
Tigger: But it's dark.
Piglet: And f-f-frightful.
And we have no idea what we'll find.
(howling)
But we know what's gonna find us.
The Skullasaurus!
Piglet: N-n-n-now which way to the eye of the skull?
Don't look at me.
Oh, bother.
Think, think!
If each of us went where the other one hasn't--
Think!
And one were where another wasn't,
by which I mean to say,
perhaps we should split up?
Why, Pooh Bear, I believe that's a very smart idea.
I'm so glad you liked it.
Whatever it was.
Christopher Robin?
C-C-Christopher Robin?
(distant roar)
Christopher Robin?
* Yoo-hoo
(yells)
What's that?
Oh, d-dear!
Heh-heh, there's nothing to be afraid of. It's just the wind.
That's right, it's nothing. Nothing at all.
(yells)
Rabbit?
(yelling)
Tigger: Christopher Robin!
Come out, come out, wherever you aren't.
(bats shrieking)
(yells)
Tigger?
(yelling)
Piglet?
(stammering)
(Eeyore shouts)
Aah!
(Eeyore screaming)
Eeyore?
(Rabbit yelling)
(howls)
Tigger: Help!
Look out! (stammering)
(Eeyore yelling)
(crash)
Tigger! Rabbit!
Eeyore!
Thanks for noticing.
(Skullasaurus howls)
There it is! There it is!
Tigger: It's the terribibilous Skullasaurus I've ever seen!
Not to mention the only one.
(all scream)
(shouting)
Did someone say Skullasaurus?
(yells)
(Pooh yelling)
Did you hear that?
The Skullasaurus.
It got Pooh.
(muffled) Piglet.
(muffled) Rabbit!
(muffled) Tigger!
I'm gonna miss that bear.
Oh, Pooh.
(Skullasaurus howls)
Now it sounds like the beastly creature is--
(gasps) Look there!
The eye of the skull!
Whatever will we do?
Well, we could get the kid out of there.
If anybody has any ideas how to get up there,
that is.
The map! What's it say?
Oh, my. It's useless.
There's nothing in here about how to get up there.
Why-- Why, I'd have to figure it out all by myself.
From scratch! I-- I--
Can I do that?
Yeah, can he do that?
I could try. For Pooh.
(muffled) Thank you, Rabbit.
Woo-hoo! I have it! Oh-ho!
Tigger, you can bounce Piglet to that ledge up there.
And Piglet, you can toss that long viney thing to us down here.
And we'll shinny on up
and rescue Christopher Robin together.
Me? Make a bounce like that?
With a rickety old tail like this?
Oh, contrary-wise.
Well, I guess I could try.
If it would make Pooh happy.
Vewy, vewy happy.
It's a rather high place
for a very small animal.
But I'll be brave for Pooh Bear.
One for the money, two for the show,
three because, uh...
It comes before four.
And here we go!
You did it!
Hoo-ray!
..ay!
Hey!
You know, for a moment,
I almost thought I could hear Pooh Bear,
cheering us on.
Wait for me, Piglet!
Hold on, Eeyore!
Oh, bother.
I believe, if there is no way out,
that I shall have to stay... in.
With no more friends,
no more Christopher Robin.
No more "we".
If only I hadn't forgotten what he asked me to remember.
Oh, Christopher Robin,
if you just could've seen Piglet.
He was so much braver than he believes.
And Tigger was stronger than he seems.
And Rabbit, smarter than he thinks.
(remembering) Christopher Robin: Even if we're apart,
I'll always be with you.
Christopher Robin?
I'll always be with you.
Always be with you.
Hmm.
It's a rather puzzlesome thing.
But it's almost as if you had never left me.
But that can't be, can it?
Or can it?
Perhaps you are here.
So, even though we're apart,
we really are together.
Then perhaps Owl was mistaken all along.
Perhaps the place where you are
is not on a map.
How very nice for... us.
(crash)
(footsteps)
This is it!
It's--
It's...
Christopher Robin?
(laughs) You made it!
Oh, how clever of you!
We're so very glad to see you!
Hello.
Where have you been?
I've been searching everywhere for you.
We've been searching for you!
But on the way, I found something else.
That I'm brave enough!
Feast your eyes on this!
I'm strong enough!
(crash)
Ahem.
I found I'm smart enough. Pretty smart, eh?
Didn't have to come clear out here to find it.
Had it inside all along.
Of course, you did.
It's just like I told--
Wait! Searching for me?
Tigger: Why, certainly.
(grunting)
To save you from skull.
Skull?
(laughs)
Oh, no. I was at school.
School?
That owl.
I knew "skull" had another "Y" in it.
But you said to worry about you
'cause you were going far away.
Yeah. And you needed help.
No, no, no.
"Don't worry about me.
"I'm not going far away.
"Just to school. Be back this afternoon.
Help yourself to this honey."
And it looks like Pooh did.
Where is Pooh?
Oh, Christopher Robin.
The Skullasaurus gobbled him up.
The what?
(Skullasaurus howls)
(all scream)
(shouting, stammering)
(laughs)
That's no Skullasaurus.
There's only one thing that makes a sound like that.
The rumbly-tumbly of a hungry for honey
Pooh Bear.
(stomach growling)
Now, Christopher Robin,
I was saving this honey for you,
but since we're together,
if I munched a small smackerel,
you'd have half, would you not?
Although, to be fair to us both,
I should munch twice as much.
But then this would only last half as long.
(sighs)
Oh, it's a bothersome thing, eating for two...
(growling)
...when there's company of three.
(gasps) Look what someone has left.
(knocking)
Hmm?
Oh!
Silly old bear.
(Pooh chuckles)
And we looked and looked. (chuckles)
But every place we looked
was one of those places you weren't.
And by the time we thought to look
where you were, well, we, um--
Excuse me, Christopher Robin.
But wasn't that a bit, um...
bigger?
Tigger: Yeah.
And a whole lot scarier?
Well, things can seem that way
when we're alone and afraid,
or so I'm told.
But now there's nothing to be afraid of.
(yelps)
Nothing to be afraid of at all.
* The sky is perfectly blue *
* The clouds are perfect, too *
* And here I am with you
* What could be more right?
* A quest has come to an end *
Piglet: * And home's around the bend *
* And here you are, my friend *
* What could be more right? *
(all together) * Nothing can go wrong if everything is right *
* And everything is right somehow *
* Nothing can go wrong as long as everything is right *
* And everything is right right now *
* The bees are buzzing around *
Rabbit: * You're own familiar ground *
(all together) * And look at who we found
Pooh: * What could be more right? *
(all together) * Nothing can go wrong if everything is right *
* And everything is right somehow *
* Nothing can go wrong as long as everything is right *
* And everything is right
Top to bottom!
* Everything is right
Thank goodness you've got him!
* Everything is right
(echoing) Perfectly, wonderfully, totally--
Silly old bear.
* Right now
I still am not certain
why you went to this "school", Christopher Robin.
Well, I went there to learn things.
We learn things here.
I mean things like where the sun goes at night,
and how words are spelled,
and how they're not.
Oh, Rabbit will be so proud.
It's rather fun, really.
In a different sort of way.
It was scary at first, but then...
I remembered how brave Piglet can be.
And that helped.
And sometimes I didn't think
I'd have the strength to go on.
Then I thought of Tigger.
And once, I found myself
feeling very much alone.
What did you do then?
I thought of you, Pooh.
(chuckles) It's what I would've done.
Pooh Bear, I'm told that tomorrow,
I'll be going again.
Again?
Shall I find you again?
(laughs) No, going to school.
I'll be back. As long as you're here.
Promise me you'll be here.
Always?
Even when I'm a hundred?
How old shall I be then?
99.
I promise.
For ever and ever?
Yes, Christopher Robin.
For ever and ever.
Narrator: And so it is here we shall leave them,
and here we shall find them again.
For the boy and the bear will always be together
in this remarkable place
called The Hundred Acre Wood.
* Come out, moon
* Come out, wishing star
* Come out, come out
* Wherever you are
* I'm out here in the dark
* All alone and wide awake
* Come and find me
* I'm empty and I'm cold *
* And my heart's about to break *
* Come and find me
* I need you to come here and find me *
* 'Cause without you, I'm totally lost *
* I've hung a wish on every star *
* It hasn't done much good so far *
* I can only dream of you
* Wherever you are
* But when the morning comes
* And the sun begins to rise *
* I will lose you
* Because it's just a dream
* When I open up my eyes
* I will lose you
* Oh-oh
* I used to believe in forever *
* But forever's too good to be true *
* I've hung a wish on every star *
* It hasn't done much good so far *
* I can only dream of you
* Wherever you are
* Ah-ah-ah
* I'll hear you laugh, I'll see you smile *
* I'll be with you
* Just for a while
* Oh, I'll be there just for a while *
* I'm coming for you
* Oh
* I used to believe in forever *
* But forever's too good to be true *
* I've hung a wish on every star *
* It hasn't done much good so far *
* I don't know what else to do *
* Except to try to dream of you *
* And wonder if you're dreaming, too *
* Wherever you are