Tommy and The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh/Transcript

This is a transcript of Tommy and The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
==Transcript==
Narrator: This could be the room of any small boy, but it just happens to belong to a boy and Christopher Robin. Like most small boys, Christopher Robin has toy animals to play with, and they all live together in a wonderful world of make-believe. But her 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 and Tigger too
There's Rabbit and Piglet and there's Owl, but most of all Winnie the Pooh
Winnie the Pooh
Winnie the Pooh
He's Winnie the Pooh
Winnie the Pooh
Willy nilly silly old bear
Winnie the Pooh (pooh)
Winnie the Pooh (pooh)
Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff
He's Winnie the Pooh
Winnie the Pooh
Willy nilly silly old bear
Narrator: 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, 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.
Pooh: I Haven't thought of anything, have you? No, 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 (smack, smack) 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,
And 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,
(Mmm, like honey, milk and chocolate)
With a hefty happy appetite,
I'm a hefty happy Pooh.
Chorus: With a hefty happy appetite,
He's a hefty happy Pooh
Pooh: Oh, bother! Empty again! Only the sticky part's left.
(Buzzzzz, buzzzzzz)
Pooh: That buzzing noise means something, and the only reason for making a buzzing noise that I know of is because you're 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.
Narrator: 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.
And I call it my rumbly and my tumbly song.
Narrator: Yes, and it went something like this:
Hum dum de dum, hum dum de dum,
I'm so rumbly in my tumbly,
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'll 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... It all comes, I suppose of... liking honey so much. Oh, bother.
Tommy Pickles: Are you okay Mr. Bear?
Pooh: I hope so! You can call me Pooh!
Tommy Pickles: Oh Yeah! Pooh! I'm Tommy and this is my friends Phil, Lil, Chuckie and Kimi my baby brother Dil and my cousin Angelica!
Narrator: Winnie the Pooh crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose and began to think again.
Think, think, think.
Narrator: And the first person he thought of was
-Winnie the Pooh?
Narrator: No, Christopher Robin!
Oh.
Chuckie Finster: Who's Christopher Robin!
Tommy Pickles: You know cousin of Lincoln Loud!
Angelica Pickles: Yeah!
Narrator: 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 saw-dust had lost his tail again.
Christopher Robin: Eeyore, this won't hurt.
Eeyore: Never does.
Christopher Robin: Ooh, heh, heh.
There now! Did I get your tail on properly Eeyore?
Eeyore: No matter. Most likely lose it again anyway.
[Owl] It is my considered opinion that Eeyore's tail should be placed a trifle to the a... right.
[Kanga] Now, if you would ask me, I think it just a wee bit...
[Roo] South!
[Kanga] No, no. North, dear.
[Christopher Robin] Cheer up, Eeyore! Don't be so gloomy! Try swishing it.
(Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish)
[Owl] It worked, it worked!
[Roo] Oh Goody! Hooray!
[Eeyore] Thanks. It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.
[Pooh, Tommy, Dil Pickles, Chucke, Kimi Finster, Phil, Lil and Angelica Pickles] Good morning, Christopher Robin!
Oh, good morning, Winnie the Pooh! And good morning Tommy, Dil, Chuckie, Kimi, Phil, Lil, and Angelica!
[Kanga] Good morning, Pooh Bear!
[Roo] Good morning, Pooh Bear!
[Eeyore] If it is a good morning, which I doubt.
[Christopher Robin] What are you looking for Pooh Bear?
Pooh: I just said to myself coming along thinking and wondering if you had such a thing as a umm, such a thing Christopher Robin, as a balloon about you?
Christopher Robin: What do you want a balloon for Pooh?
Pooh: Psst! Honey.
Christopher Robin: But Pooh you don't get honey with a balloon!
Pooh: I do.
Christopher Robin: How?
Pooh: I just fly like a bee, up to the honey tree, see!
Chuckie Finster: Wow! Good thinking!
Phil: I didn't know he could fly!
Lil: I think he's bee.
Angelica: If you ask me it will never work.
Christopher Robin: Angelica's right! You can't fool the bees that way.
Pooh: You'll see. Now would you be so kind as to pull me to a muddy place of which I know of.
Narrator: So Christopher Robin pulled Winnie the Pooh to the very muddy place. And Pooh rolled and rolled until he was black all over.
Pooh: There, now. Isn't this a clever disguise?
Christopher Robin: What are you supposed to be?
Pooh: A little black rain cloud, of course.
Christopher Robin: Hmmm. Silly old bear.
Pooh: Now would you aim me at the bees, please?
Christopher Robin: Careful, Pooh! Hold on tight.
Pooh: Yes.
Christopher Robin: Four,
Pooh: Yes.
Christopher Robin: Three,
Pooh: Yes.
Christopher Robin: Two,
Pooh: Yes.
Christopher Robin: One!
Tommy: Look at him go guys!
Kimi: Cool!
Pooh: 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.
Pooh and Christopher Robin: Everyone knows that a rain cloud
Never eats honey, no, not a nip,
Pooh: 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.
Christopher Robin: Perhaps they think you're after their honey?
Chuckie Finster: Yeah! Could you get that Pooh?
Pooh: Why it maybe 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 get, kind of open, your umbrella and say: Tut-tut, it looks like rain.
Christopher Robin: Tut-tut, it looks like rain, Tut-tut, it looks like rain.
Pooh: Ooooh. Christopher Robin, I have come to a very important decision. These are the wrong sorts of bees.
Excuse me please, bees.
Angelica: Look out guys!
Pooh: Christopher Robin! Oh, bother. I think I shall come down.
Christopher Robin: I'll catch you Pooh! Ohhh.
Hurry. Come on! A bee.
Tommy: Come on guys!
Dil: Hurry!
Pooh: Help! Christopher!
Chuckie Finster: That was close guys!
Kimi: Yeah!
Angelica: You babies are silly! (laughs)
Pooh: Christopher Robin, you never can tell with bees.
Narrator: 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...a... 
Pooh: Rabbit? I like Rabbit, because he uses short easy words like "How about lunch?" and "Help yourself, Pooh." 
Rabbit: Pooh? Lunch? Oh, no, not again. Oh my, oh my, oh my goodness gracious! 
Pooh: Is anybody at home? What I said was, "Is anyone at home?"
Rabbit: No. 
Pooh: Bother. Isn't there anyone here at all? 
Rabbit: Nobody. 
Pooh: Somebody's there, because somebody must have said "nobody." Rabbit isn't that you? 
Rabbit: No. 
Pooh: Isn't that Rabbit's voice? 
Rabbit: I don't think so, it isn't meant to be. 
Pooh: Hello, Rabbit! 
Rabbit: Oh, oh, hello Pooh Bear. Uh... Pooh Bear! Uh, uh...uh...What a pleasant surprise! Uh, uh... how about lunch? 
Pooh: Oh, thank you Rabbit. 
Rabbit: And help yourself, Pooh. Now, would you like condensed milk? ...Or honey on your bread? 
Pooh: Both, ha. But, never mind the bread, please. Just a small helping, if you please? 
Rabbit: There you are. Is, ah... something wrong? 
Pooh: Well, I did mean a little larger small helping. 
Rabbit: But perhaps you'd save time if you took the whole jar. 
Pooh: Thank you Rabbit. 
Narrator: 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.
Pooh: I must be going now. Good bye, Rabbit. 
Rabbit: Well, good bye, if you're sure you won't have any more. 
Pooh: Is there any more? 
Rabbit: No, there isn't. 
Pooh: I thought not... Oof. Ooooh.... Oh, help and bother. I'm stuck. 
Rabbit: Oh, dear, oh gracious! Well, it all comes from eating too much. 
Pooh: (grunting) Ummhh... Oooh, it all comes... from not having front doors, big enough!
Rabbit: Oh dear, it's no use, there's only one thing to do, I'll get Christopher Robin. Oh, dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh my, heavens to Betsy. 
Tommy: Hey Pooh!
Pooh: Hello guys!
Chuckie Finster: We saw you stuck in Rabbit's house!
Kimi Finster: We'll pull you out soon!
Pooh: I hope so Kimi.
Owl: Well, if it isn't Pooh Bear. 
Pooh: Oh, hello Owl. 
Owl: Splendid day... to be up and about one's business, ha ha ha...
Angelica: Pooh is stuck at Rabbit's house Owl!
Owl: Oh! I say, are you stuck? 
Pooh: No, no, just resting and thinking and humming to myself. 
Owl: (clears throat) You, sir, are stuck. A wedged bear, in a great tightness. In a word, irremovable. Now obviously, this situation calls for an expert. 
Gopher: 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? 
Owl: Yes, yes, yes, yes. It seems the entrance to Rabbit's domicile is impassable. To be exact, plugged. 
Gopher: And you want me to dig it out? 
Owl: Precisely. ...I say, it's over here, my good fellow. 
Gopher: Hmm...First thing to be done is get rid of that bear, he's gumming up the whole project. 
Owl: Dash it all, he IS the project!
Gopher: Umm... Hard digging, might hit bedrock, danger cave in, risky. Needs planks for bracing. Big job, take two, three days. 
Pooh: Three days! What about lunches? 
Gopher: No problem, I always go home for lunch. Oh, oh, this will run into money. 
Owl: I say, how much?
Gopher: Do the job for hourly wage, plus cover material plus overtime plus ten percent. 
Owl: And your estimate? 
Gopher: Nope, can't give you an estimate, too risky. 
Owl: Blast it all. 
Gopher: Good idea! We'll dynamite, save time. 
Owl: What's the charge? 
Gopher: The charge? Oh, about seven sticks of dynamite. 
Owl: Oh no no no, the cost, the charge in money? 
Gopher: Nope, no charge account, I work strictly cash. 
Owl: Obviously, but, I should think... 
Gopher: Well I can't stand around lollygaging all day, I've got a tight schedule...Think it over. Let me know. You've got my card. I'm not in the book, you know. 
Owl: Oh. Dash it all, he's gone. 
Dil Pickles: (laughing)
Pooh: After all, he's not in the book, you know. 
Owl: Oh. 
Phil: Guys look!
Lil: It's Christopher Robin!
Rabbit: Here we come, don't worry. 
Christopher Robin: Cheer up, Pooh bear, we're coming. We'll get you out. 
Eeyore: Well, maybe. 
Christopher Robin: Silly old bear, here, give me your paw. 
Pooh: Unh! Oooh.... ow! It's no use, I'm stuck. 
Christopher Robin: Well, if we can't pull you out Pooh, perhaps we can push you back. 
Rabbit: Oh, no, not that! Oh, my gracious, oh dear. Having got this far, it seems a pity to waste it. 
Christopher Robin: Pooh bear, there's only one thing we can do, wait for you to get thin again. 
Pooh: Oh, bother...how long will that take? 
Eeyore: Days, weeks, months, years, who knows?
Angelica: Sorry Pooh! We'll pull you out until you get thin again!
Pooh: Thanks guys!
Rabbit: Oh dear, if I have to face that...that thing for months, might as well make the best of it! *Hums* Oh, no! There it is again! Well, I'll just turn it to the wall. Oh, dear! Yes, a frame! Aha! No, no, no, no. No. Nice.... And a splash of color. Oh, it, it, it just doesn't have that rustic, informal look.
Pooh: Umph!
Rabbit: There, a hunting trophy. I know just the thing...
Pooh: Something tickles. 
Rabbit: Oh, Pooh! You messed up my moose! 
Kanga: Pooh, Roo has a little surprise for you. 
Roo: Flowers! 
Pooh: Honeysuckle! 
Kanga: No, Pooh. You don't eat them, you smell them. 
Pooh: Oh. (Sniff) 
Rabbit: It's not bad, not bad at all. It's rather good I think. 
Pooh: Ah... (Sniff) Ah... 
Rabbit: Oh, no, no. 
Pooh: ...CHOO! 
Rabbit: Oh, no, no, help! Why did I ever invite that bear to lunch? Why, oh why, oh why?
Narrator: 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. 
Pooh: (Snoring) I wonder what's for breakfast? ...Breakfast....lunch. Huh...? A lunch box! 
Gopher: It certainly is. I'm working at swing shift you know. Time for my midnight snack. Say, aren't you that stuck up bear? I still think I can blast you out of there. 
Pooh: Uh, what sort of lunch is in that lunch box? 
Gopher: Here, a... let me ssee here... sssummer sssquash, sssummer salad, sssuccotash, ssspiced cussstard, and honey. 
Pooh: Honey? 
Rabbit: Honey! Oh, no! 
Pooh: Could you spare a small smackerel? 
Gopher: Sssay, you have to do sssomething about that ssspeech impediment, sssonny. 
Pooh: Oh, thank you Gopher. 
Rabbit: Oh, no, not that! No, no, no, no, no, NO! Not one drop! 
Pooh: But Rabbit, I wasn't going to eat it! I was just going to taste it...
Rabbit: I'll taste it for you. 
Gopher: That supercilious scoundrel confiscated my honey! 
Rabbit: Don't feed the bear! 
Gopher: I'm going to skidaddle. I am not in the book... (Falling) Eeeeyaaaa...OOMPH! And I'm a ding dang glad of it!
Narrator: And then one morning, when Rabbit was beginning to think that he might never be able to use his front door again, it happened. 
Rabbit: He budged! Hooray! Christopher Robin! Christopher Robin! He bidged! He badged! He boodged! Today is the day!
All: Hooray for you 
Hooray for me 
Hooray, hooray 
The Pooh will soon be free 
Dum da dum pa rum pa rum pa rum 
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-ish 
Think ho-ish 
And out the Pooh will go-ish 
For mind over matter has made the Pooh un-fatter 
Heave! 
Ho! 
Heave! 
Ho! 
Heave heave heave heave heave... (Pop) 
Rabbit: There he goes! 
Gopher: Suffering sassafras. He's sailing clean out of the book! Quick, turn the page!
Eeyore: Stuck again. 
Christopher Robin: Don't worry, Pooh! We'll get you out. 
Pooh: No hurry! Take your time. Yum, yum. 
Bears like honey and I'm a Pooh bear 
Yum yum yum yum 
Yum yum yum yum
Time for something sweet.
Narrator: And so we come to the next chapter, in which...
Pooh: But I haven't finished yet!
Narrator: But Pooh, you're in the next chapter.
[Pooh] Oh, what happens to me?
Narrator: Well, let's turn the page and find out.
[Narrator] Now one fine day the east wind traded places with the west wind, and that's turned things up a bit all through the Hundred Acre Wood. Now, on this blustery day Pooh decided to visit his thoughtful spot.
Pooh:  Yes, and on the way I made up a little hum. And it hummed 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.
Narrator: Fortunately, Pooh's thoughtful spot was in a sheltered place. Now he sat down and tried hard to think of something.
Pooh: Think, think, think
Gopher: Say, what's wrong, sonny? Got yourself a headache?
Pooh: No, I was just thinking and wondering.
Gopher: That's so, what about?
Pooh: I... Oh bother, you made me forget.
Gopher: If I was you I'd think about skiddaddling out of here.
Pooh: Why?
Gopher: 'Cause it's wind's day.
Tommy: Hi Pooh!
Pooh: Hello guys!
Kimi: Is this the 1st day of fall Pooh!
Chuckie Finster: Yeah! My friends and I came to say Happy Windsday!
Pooh: Windsday?
Dil: Windsday! (giggles)
Phil: You can come with us!
Pooh: Sure guys! Oh, I think I shall wish everyone a happy Windsday, and I shall begin with my very dear friend, Piglet.
Narrator: 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.
Piglet: Yes, oops. You see its been in the family a long time, a... it belonged to my grandfather. Oh, that's his name up there, "Trespassers Will", that's short for a...Trespassers William.
Narrator: Trespassers William?
Piglet: Yes, and Grandma, she called him TW. That's even shorter.
Narrator: Yes, yes, yes, and on this blustery day the wind was giving you a bit of a bug.
Piglet: Now, you've been here before. I don't mind the leaves that are leaving. It's the leaves that are coming. Whooops.
Pooh: Happy Windsday, Piglet.
Piglet: Well, it isn't very happy for me.
Pooh: Where're you going Piglet?
Piglet: That's what I'm asking myself, where? Whhooooops! P-P-P-P-POOH!
Pooh: What do you think you will answer yourself?
Piglet: Oh, oh, oh... I'm unraveling! Whooops. Ohhh. That was a close one!
Pooh: Hang on tight Piglet!
Piglet: Oh dear, oh dear, dear!
Angelica Pickles: Look at him go guys!
Phil: I didn't know he could fly!
Lil: I think he's a kite!
Pooh: Grab on guys!
Tommy, Dil, Chuckie, Phil, Lil, Kimi and Angelica: Okay!
Roo: Look Momma, look! A kite!
Kanga: Oh my goodness! It's Piglet!
Pooh: Happy Windsday Kanga, happy Windsday Roo!
Roo: Can I fly Piglet next Pooh?
Piglet: Oh dear, oh dear, dear!
Eeyore: There, that should stand against anything.
Piglet: Oh help, help! Somebody save me!
(CRASH).
Pooh: Happy Windsday Eeyore!
Eeyore: Thanks for noticin' me.
Pooh: Oh, bother.
Rabbit: What a refreshing day for harvesting.
Pooh: Happy Windsday Rabbit!
Rabbit: Pooh Bear! Stop! Oh, come back. Oh no, oh no, oh no. OH YES! Next time I hope he blows right through my rutabaga patch.
Owl: Who, who, who is it?
[Piglet] It's me. P-P-Please, may I come in?
[Owl] 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. 
Tommy, Dil, Phil, Lil, Chuckie, Kimi and Angelica: Thanks Owl!
[Owl] Am I correct in assuming it is a rather blustery day outside?
[Piglet] Yes sir, Owl, it's a very, very blustery day, outside.
[Pooh] Oh yes, that reminds me, happy Windsday Owl!
[Owl] My good fellow, I wouldn't go so far as to call it a Windsday, just a gentle spring zephyr. 
[Pooh] Excuse me Owl, but is there honey in that pot?
[Owl] Oh yes, yes, of course Pooh, help yourself.
[Pooh] Thank you.
[Owl] Now then as I was saying this is just a mild spring zephyr compared to the big wind of '67, or was it a... '76? Oh well, no matter. Oh, I remember the big blow well.
[Piglet] I'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.
[Pooh] Thank you Piglet. You see her constant practicing so unnerved my aunt that she laid a seagull egg by mistake! and she licked the platter clean so to speak. (Owl's Tree crashes to the ground).
[Piglet] Oh dear, oh dear, dear! 
[Owl] Well I say now, someone has, Pooh, did you do that? 
[Pooh] I don't think so.
Tommy: That was the tree fell down by the wind!
Owl: You're quite right kids!
[Narrator] As soon as Christopher Robin heard of the disaster, he hurried to the scene of Owl's misfortune.
[Christopher Robin] What a pity! Owl, I don't think we will ever be able to fix it.
[Eeyore] If you ask me, and nobody has I say when a house looks like that, it's time to find another one.
[Christopher Robin] That's a very good idea Eeyore.
[Eeyore] A thankless job it might take a day or two, but I'll find a new one for him.
[Owl] 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 infatuated with a pussy cat and went to sea in a beautiful pea-green boat.
[Narrator] 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.
Tigger: Grrrr!
Pooh: Is someone there Tommy?
Tigger: Grrrr!
Pooh: Is that you, Piglet? 
Tigger: Grrrrowl.
Pooh: Oh tell me about it tomorrow, Eeyore? 
Tigger: Grrrrowl 
Pooh: Come in Christopher Robin.
Narrator: Now Pooh being a bear of very little brain did a very brave thing he decided to invite the new sound in. 
Pooh: Hello out there. Oh I hope nobody answers. 
Tigger: Hello, I'm Tigger!
Pooh: Oh, you scared me.
Tigger: Yeah, sure I did. Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Everyone's scared of Tiggers. Who are you?
Pooh: I'm Pooh.
Tigger: Oh, Pooh, sure. Eh, what's a Pooh?
Pooh: You're sitting on one.
Tigger: I am? Oh ,well, glad to meet you! I'm new around here name's Tigger. T-I-double-Guh-eR. That spells Tigger.
Pooh: But what is a Tigger?
Tigger: Well, he asked for it... Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! 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 (GRRrrrrrr...)
Pooh: Then what's that over there?
Tigger: Oh, look, look, look! What a strange looking creature!
Pooh: Look at those beady little eyes, and that preposterous chin, and even those ricky-diculous striped pajamas!
Pooh: It looks like another Tigger to me.
Tigger: Oh no it's not. I'm the only Tigger! Watch me scare the stripes of this impostor. Grrrr! Is he gone?
Pooh: All except for the tail. He's gone. You can come out now, Tigger. Tigger?
Tigger: Hello, I'm Tigger!
Pooh: You said that.
Tigger: Oh, did I say I was hungry?
Pooh: I don't think so.
Tigger: Oh, then I'll say it: I'm hungry. 
Pooh: Not for honey, I hope. 
Tigger: Honey! A pot of honey. That's what Tigger's like best. 
Pooh: I was afraid of that. 
Tigger: Oh I'll say mmmmnngh... EYYYYYYUCK! Tigger's don't like honey! 
Pooh: But you said that you liked... 
Tigger: Nah, that icky-sticky-stuff is only fit for Heffalumps and Woozles. 
Pooh: You mean Elephants and Weasels. 
Tigger: That's what I said, Heffalumps and Woozles.
Pooh: Well what do Heffa-llal-uh...what do they do? 
Tigger: Oh, nothing much, just steal honey. 
Pooh: Steal honey?! 
Tigger: Yeah sure do, well I'd better bounce along now chum. Cheerio! Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! 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.
Narrator: 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.
Pooh: Oh, hallo, am I glad to see you? It's more friendly with two. Now then, you go that way and I'll go this way. You didn't see anything yet, did you ? Neither did I.
Narrator: 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.
[Tigger] 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 and insincere 
Beware Beware 
Be a very wary bear 
A Heffalump or Woozle is very confusil 
A Heffalump or Woozle is very sly 
sly - sly - sly 
They come in ones and twosles but if they so choozles
before your eyes you'll see them multiply 
ply - ply - ply 
They're extra-ordinary so better be wary 
Because they come in every shape and size 
size - size - size 
If honey is what you covet you'll find that they love it 
Because they guzzle up the thing you prize
prize - prize - 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 
{The Woozle turns his nose into musical instrument. A beautiful blue female heffalump having some honey with her honey pot friend. The cute Heffabee happily having honey pot around Pooh's arms and fly to the lake of honey where she'll be safe. The Heffabee tried to fly, ready to dive and swim under the honey. A beautiful female heffalump and handsome male heffalump emerge and covered themselves in honey for their romantic swim.} 
They're extra-ordinary 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 things you prize 
They're black they're brown they're up their 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 and insincere 
Beware Beware Beware Beware Beware ....
[Pooh] Is it raining in there? It's raining out here too.
[Narrator] As a matter of fact it was raining all over the Hundred Acre Wood. There was a thunderstorm on page 71, and on page 73 there was a bit of a cloudburst. It rained, and it rained, and it rained. Then after it rained it rained some more.
Tommy: Hey you guys it's starting to rain!
Chuckie Finster: We better go in the house before we get all wet.
Kimi Finster: Sure guys!
Phil: I'm already wet.
Lil: Me too! (Phil and Lil laughing)
Dil: Rainy rainy!
Tommy: That's right Dil! Aren't you coming Angelica!
Angelica: I can't come with you Tommy! I'm waiting for Lincoln's sister Lola and Lana. If we hope Pooh and Piglet are okay into flooding his house!
Tommy: Okay bye! Hope you don't get too wet.
Angelica: Yeah! Yeah! real funny!
Chorus: When the rain rain rain came down down down in rushing rising rivlets Till the river crept out of its bed and crept right into Piglet's For Piglet he was frightened with quite a rightful fright And so in desperation a message he did write. 
Piglet: Help! P-P-Piglet Me! 
Chorus: 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 .
Pooh: I must rescue my supper!
Chorus: 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 ... rain rain rain came down down down when the rain rain rain came down down down ... (fade)
[Narrator] And 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 from the Hundred Acre Wood was gathering. It was a time of great excitement. But in the midst of all excitement Eeyore stubbornly stuck to his task of house hunting for Owl. 
[Eeyore] There's one. Cozy cottage. Nice location. It's a bit damp for Owl though. 
Narrator: Meanwhile little Roo made an important discovery. 
[Roo] Look! I've rescued a bottle! And it's got something in it too! 
[Christopher Robin] It's a message! And it says: "Help! P-P-Piglet. ME!" Owl, you fly over to Piglet's house, and tell him that as soon as we think of a plan we'll make a rescue. 
Owl: A rescue ! Yes, yes, of course, of course.
Narrator: So Owl flew out over the flood and he soon spotted two tiny objects below him. One was little Piglet standing on a chair when he caught in the whirlpool and the other was Pooh still upside down trying to get the last bit of honey from the pot.
[Pooh] Yum, yum.
[Piglet] Oh, Owl, I don't need ... but I'm afraid, I'm scared.
[Owl] Now, now Piglet, chin up and all that sort of thing. A rescue is being thought of. Be brave, little Piglet !
[Piglet] It's awfully hard to be brave when you're such a small animal.
[Owl] Then to divert your small mind from your unfortunate predicament I should tell you an amusing antidote. It concerns a distant cousin of mine who became so frightened during a flood that he...
[Piglet] I beg your pardon Owl, but I t-t-think we're coming to a very big waterfall.
[Owl] Please, no interruptions if you don't mind.
[Owl] Ah, there you are, Pooh Bear. Now, to continue my story.
[Christopher Robin] Look! There's Pooh ! Over here Pooh!
Pooh: Oh, hello Christopher Robin.
Christopher Robin: Pooh, thank goodness you're safe. Have you seen Piglet?
Piglet: Excuse me, I'm here. What I mean is, here I am.
Christopher Robin: Pooh ! You rescued Piglet!
Pooh: I did ?
Christopher Robin: Yes. And it was a very brave thing to do.
Pooh: It was?
Christopher Robin: You're our hero!
Pooh: I am?
Christopher Robin: Yes and as soon as the flood is over I shall give you a hero party!
(Hooray's from everyone!)
[Christopher Robin] Attention everyone! Now this party is a hero party, because of what someone did. And that someone is... 
[Eeyore] I found it.
[Christopher Robin] Found what, Eeyore ?
[Eeyore] A house for Owl.
[Owl] I say Eeyore, good show.
[Piglet] Oh, isn't that wonderful. Where is it Eeyore?
[Eeyore] If you want to follow me, then I'll show it to you.
Tommy: Sure Eeyore!
Narrator: So everyone followed Eeyore. Then to the surprise of all, Eeyore stopped right in front of the grandest house of all...
[Rabbit] Piglet's house?
[Christopher Robin] Why are you stopping here Eeyore?
[Eeyore] This is it. Owl's new house.
[Rabbit] Oh dear. Mercy me.
[Piglet] Oh dear. Mercy me too.
[Eeyore] The name's on it and everything. W O L. That spells Owl.
[Owl] Bless my soul. So it does!
[Eeyore] Well, what do you think of it?
[Christopher Robin] It is a nice house Eeyore, but...
[Kanga] It is a lovely house Eeyore, but...
[Piglet] It's, it's the best house in the whole world.
[Pooh] Tell them it's your house Piglet.
Piglet: No Pooh. This house belongs (sniff) to our very good friend, Owl.
Phil, Lil, Tommy, Dil, Angelica, Chuckie and Kimi: OH! We see!
[Rabbit] But Piglet! Where will you live?
Piglet: Well, I guess I shall live, I suppose I shall live-
[Pooh] With me! You shall live with me! Won't you Piglet?
Piglet: With you? Oh, thank you Pooh Bear, of course I will.
[Christopher Robin] Piglet, that was a very grand thing to do by giving your house to Owl.
[Rabbit] A heroic thing to do.
[Pooh] Christopher Robin, can you make a one hero party into a two hero party?
[Christopher Robin] Of course, we can, silly ol' bear.
Mr. Narrator: And so the one hero party became a two hero party. Pooh was a hero for saving Piglet's life, and Piglet was a hero for giving Owl his grand home in the beech tree.
Tommy, Dil, Chuckie, Kimi, Angelica, Phil, Lil and others: We never will forget 
Our hero of the wet,
Our quick-thinking, unsinking Pooh Bear.
(Tigger: Hoo-Hoo-Hoo-Hoo!)
All: 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...
... [Gopher] What's all that stomping and singing and silly shenanigans?
for deeds of bravery and generosity
We're here to cheer
We're here to cheer
We're here to cheer for Winnie the Pooh
[Piglet] And Piglet too.
Pooh: I sure like bouncing! Wasn't that fun, Piglet?
Piglet: Yes, Pooh, but the best part is when it stops!
Narrator: Well, in the next chapter there's a great deal of bouncing.
Piglet: There is? I think that I just remembered something that I forgot to do yesterday and shan't be able to do tomorrow so I suppose I better go back and do it now! Uh, goodbye, Pooh!
Pooh: Goodbye, Piglet! Now, is the next chapter all about me?
Narrator: No, no, it's mostly about Tigger. 
Pooh: Oh, bother!
Narrator: But you're in it!
Pooh: Oh, good! What will I be doing? 
Narrator: Well, Pooh, you'll be sitting in your thoughtful spot, thinking as usual.
Pooh: Think, think, think, think, think, think, think.
Narrator: And while he was thinking, all of a sudden-
Pooh: Ooof!
Tigger: Hello, Pooh! Grrrr. I'm Tigger! T-i-double guh-er! That spells Tigger!
Pooh: I know. You've bounced me before.
Tigger: I did? Oh, yeah! I re-cog-go-nize you! You're the one that's stuffed with fluff!
Pooh: Yeah, and you're sitting on it.
Tigger: Yeah, and it's comfy, too! Hoo-hoo-hoo! Well, I gotta go, now! I got a lot of bouncing to do! Hoo-hoo-hoo! T-T-F-N! Ta ta for now! 
Narrator: Well, there goes Tigger, always bouncing in on his friends when they least expect him. 
Tommy, Phil, Lil, Chuckie, Kimi, Angelica and Dil: Ooof!
Tigger: Hello guys! I'm Tigger!
Tommy: Hey Tigger you bounced us!
Angelica: Yeah!
Chuckie: What you're doing?
Tigger: Well, That was just one of my little bounces!
Phil and Lil: It was bouncing!
Kimi: Thanks Tigger!
Tigger: No problem! Well, I gotta go, now! I got a lot of bouncing to do! Hoo-hoo-hoo! T-T-F-N! Ta ta for now! 
Dil: (laughing)
Lincoln Loud: What's going on guys?
Angelica: That tiger got bouncing on me!
Lola and Lana Loud: Tigger bounce you!
Angelica: Yes he did guys!
Piglet: Ooof! 
Tigger: Grrrr! Oh, hello, Piglet! I'm Tigger! 
Piglet: Oh, Tigger! You scared me! 
Tigger: Oh, shucks! That was just one of my little bounces!
Piglet: It was? Oh, thank you, Tigger. 
Tigger: Yeah, I'm saving my best bounce for old long ears! Hoo-hoo-hoo! Ta ta!
Rabbit: Hum-de-dum-dum. Hum-de-dum-dum. Hum de-dum-dum-dum-de-dum-dum. There! That should do it! Oh no! Stop! oh come back.
Tigger: Hello, Rabbit! I'm Tigger! T-I-double guh-
Rabbit: Please, please! Don't spell it! Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Just-just looks at my beautiful garden! 
Tigger: Yuck! The messy, isn't it?
Rabbit: Messy?! Messy?! It's ruined! It's ruined, Tigger! Oh, why don't you ever stop bouncing? 
Tigger: Why? That's what tiggers do best! Hoo-hoo-hoo! 
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 fun But the most wonderful thing about tiggers Is I'm the only one I'm the only one Grrrr! ​
Rabbit: 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! ​
Piglet: Ah, uh, excuse me, Rabbit. Perhaps if we could think of a way of un-bouncing Tigger, it would be a very good idea, huh?
Rabbit: Exactly! Just what I feel! Uh, what do you feel, Pooh?
Tommy Pickles: Uh Piglet I think Pooh's sleeping!
Pooh: (snoring)
Piglet: Pooh! 
Pooh: Ah, uh, huh?
Piglet: Haven't you been listening to what Rabbit's been saying?
Pooh: I listened, but then I had a small piece of fluff in my ear. Could you say it again, please, Rabbit?
Rabbit: Well, where should I start from?
Pooh: From the moment the fluff got in my ear. 
Rabbit: Well, when was that?
Pooh: I don't know; I couldn't hear properly.
Piglet: Pooh, we were just trying to think of a way to get the bounce out of Tigger. 
Kimi: He's right Pooh!
Tommy Pickles: And a baby's gotta do! What a baby's gotta do!
Rabbit: 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! 
Pooh: Lose him?
Rabbit: Oh, we'll find him again, next morning. An 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 bounce out of him. Now, all in favor say "Aye."
Tommy, Dil Pickles, Angelica Pickles, Chuckie, Kimi, Phil and Lil: Aye!
Piglet: Aye. Pooh! Pooh! 
Pooh: Ah, here! 
Rabbit: Good! Motion carried!
Narrator: 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. 
Rabbit: Now's our chance! Quick! In here! Hide!
Piglet: Tigger's lost, now, isn't he, Rabbit? 
Rabbit: Oh, he's lost all right, Piglet! 
Piglet: Oh, goody! This is lots of fun, Pooh! 
Rabbit: My splendid idea worked! Now home we go! 
Pooh: Good! Yum, yum! It's time for lunch!
Tigger: Hellooo!
Rabbit: Oh my goodness! Hide!
Tommy: Hurry guys!
Tigger: Hellooo! That's funny; they must be lost. Hello! (echoing) Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! Hey, you blokes, where are ya? 
Pooh: In-
Rabbit: Shush!
Pooh: I am shushed! 
Tigger: Hey! Where in the heck are you guys? Hellooo! Rabbit? Piglet? Tommy? Dil? Phil? Lil? Angelica? Chuckie? Kimi? Where are you? Hellooo?
Rabbit: Hooray! Hooray, we've done it! Now, come on, hurry! Let's head for home! 
Narrator: 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...
Rabbit: Hmmm. It's a very funny thing how everything looks the same in the mist. 
Pooh: He's right, Piglet! It's the very same sandpit! 
Piglet: I think so, too, Pooh.
Tommy: We all think so, too guys!
Rabbit: Well, it's lucky I know the forest so well, or-or we might get lost. Well, come on. Follow me. 
Narrator: Now, Pooh was getting tired of seeing the same sandpit, and he suspected it of following them about because whichever direction they started in, they always seemed to end up at it. 
Pooh: Ah, er, Rabbit? 
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? 
Rabbit: What's the good of that?
Pooh: Well, you see, we keep looking for home but we keep finding this pit so I thought if we looked for this pit, we might find home. 
Rabbit: 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! I'll prove it to you guys! Wait here.
Narrator: So Tommy, the others, 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.
Piglet: W-w-what was that, Pooh? 
Pooh: My tummy rumble. Now then, come on. Let's go home. 
Tommy, Dil, Angelica, Phil, Lil, Chuckie and Kimi: Okay guys!
Piglet: But, Pooh, do you guys know the way?
Pooh: No, Piglet, but there are 12 pot of honey in my cupboard, and they have been calling to my tummy.
Piglet: They have?
Pooh: 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.
Narrator: 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...
Tommy, Dil, Angelica, Phil, Lil, Chuckie, Kimi, Pooh and Piglet: Ooof!
Tigger: Hey, hello there, you two blokes! Where have you been? Hoo-hoo-hoo! 
Pooh: We've been trying to find our way back home. 
Piglet: Pooh, We don't think Rabbit's splendid idea worked. 
Tigger: Say, where is old long ears, anyway?
Pooh: He must still be missing in the mist. 
Tigger: Well, leave it to me! I'll bounce her outta there! T-T-F-N! Ta ta for now! Hoo-hoo-hoo! 
Tommy: Be careful Tigger!
Angelica: Come on guys let's go home!
Narrator: 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. 
Rabbit: What's that? Pooh? Piglet? (screams) Help! Ooof!
Tigger: Hello, Rabbit! 
Rabbit: Tigger! But-but-but you're supposed to be lost!
Tigger: Oh, ha! Tiggers never get lost, bunny boy!
Rabbit: Never...get...lost...
Tigger: Of course not.
Rabbit: Oh, no.
Tigger: Now come on, Rabbit! Let's go home! Hang on! Hoo-hoo-hoo!
Rabbit: (screams) 
Narrator: 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.
Roo: Mama, when is Tigger going to get here?
Kanga: Be patient, dear, he'll be here soon. 
Tigger: Well, here I am! Did I surprise you, Roo?
Roo: You sure did! I like surprises! 
Tigger: Hello, Mrs. Kanga, ma'am. 
Kanga: Why, hello, Tigger dear! 
Tigger: Ha ha ha, she called me "dear." Roo, are you ready for some bouncing? 
Roo: Yeah! You and me are good bouncers! 
Kanga: Just a moment, dear. Hold still! Goodness, you're bouncy today! 
Roo: That's what roos do the best-est!
Kanga: Now keep your scarf on! 
Roo: Not so tight, Mama!
Kanga: Is your sweater warm enough?
Roo: Yes, mama.
Tigger: Well, come on, Roo! Let's go! 
Kanga: Tigger, have Roo home in time for his nap! And be careful!
Tigger: Don't worry, Mrs. Kanga! I'll take care of the little nipper! Hoo-hoo-hoo!
Roo: Hoo-hoo-hoo! 
Rabbit: (humming) Ah, what a perfect day! dear and chistmast, and sack goodness, no Tigger.
Tigger: Say, look, look, look! If it isn't old long ears! 
Roo: Can Tiggers ice skate as fancy as Mr. Rabbit? 
Tigger: Can Tiggers ice skate? Why, that's why Tiggers do the best! Hoo-hoo-hoo! Wheee! Say, this is a cinch! Wheee! Ooooh!
Rabbit: Oh, no! Not him!
Tigger: Uh oh, look out! I careful!
Rabbit: What's it can't be!
Tigger: Out of my way! Look out-I can't-Whoa!
Rabbit: Oh, why does it always have to be me? Why, oh why, oh, why?
Roo: Tigger, Tigger, are you all right?
Tigger: Ptooey! Yuck! Tiggers don't like ice skating! 
Narrator: So Tigger and Roo went farther into the Hundred Acre Wood looking for something that Tigger's do best. 
Roo: I bet you can climb trees, huh Tigger? 
Tigger: Climb trees? Hoo-hoo-hoo! That's what Tigger's do best! Only Tigger's don't climb trees; they bounce 'em! Come on, let's go! Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! I almost bounced clear out of the book! That was some bouncing, huh? (gasps) Say, how did this tree get so high? Hey! H-h-hey! Hey! What's happening now?!
Roo: Don't swing on a string
It's much too frail
The best kind of swing
Is a tigger's tail
Wheee! 
Tigger: S-s-stop that, kid! Please! S-T-O-P, stop! You're rocking the forest! 
Roo: What's the matter, Tigger?
Tigger: Whew! Oh, thank goodness. I was just getting "see-sick" from seeing too much...
Narrator: Well, we'll just have to leave Tigger up in the treetop for a little while, because, at the bottom of the next page, Pooh is having a problem of his own with Tommy, Dil, Phil, Lil Angelica, Chuckie and Kimi.
Tommy: Hey, Pooh!
Piglet: What are you doing, Pooh? 
Pooh: Shhh! Tracking something.
Piglet: Tracking what? 
Pooh: Well, that's what I asked myself, Piglet, "what"?
Chuckie: About that footprints, Piglet!
Piglet: That's right Chuckie, and what do you think you'll answer yourself? 
Pooh: I shall have to wait until I catch up with it.
Piglet: Pooh, for a bear of very little brain, you sure are a smart one! 
Pooh: Thank you, Piglet. Ah-ha-ha! 
Piglet: Oh! N-n-now w-w-what? 
Pooh: A very mysterious thing, Piglet. A whole new set of tracks! See?
Phil: Now, he know about set of tracks!
Lil: Yeah!
Narrator: 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. 
Angelica: That's odd!
Kimi: It looks like that jaguar's footprints!
Dil: Yeah! (laughing)
Pooh: Piglet, whatever it was that made these tracks, has now been joined by a whatever-it-is. 
Piglet: Y-y-yes, and all of them are proceeding in company. 
Pooh: Piglet, I wasn't exactly expecting company.
Piglet: N-n-neither was I, Pooh. 
Tommy, Dil, Chuckie, Kimi, Angelica, Phil and Lil: Neither are we too!
Narrator: So they went on, feeling a little anxious, now, in case the animals in front of them were of hostile intent. 
Tigger: Hellooo! 
(Tommy, Dil, Angelica, Phil, Lil, Chuckie and Kimi gasps)
Pooh and Piglet: (both gasp)
Pooh: Look, look, guys! There's something in that tree over there!
Piglet: Is it one of the fiercer animals? 
Tigger: Hellooo!
Pooh: Yes, it's a jagular.
Tommy: What do you mean about jagulars?
Piglet: That's right, Tommy! But w-w-what do jagulars d-d-do, Pooh?
Pooh: Well, jagulars always call "Hellooo" and when you look up, they drop on you. 
Piglet: I'm looking down, P-p-pooh! 
Tigger: Hellooo! 
Roo: Hey, Tigger, it's Tommy, Phil, Lil, Angelica, Chuckie, Dil, Kimi, Pooh and Piglet! Pooh! Piglet! Tommy! Dil! Angelica! Phil! Lil! Chuckie! Kimi!
Pooh: Why, it's only Tigger and Roo! Come on! Hello, Roo! What are you and Tigger doing up there? 
Roo: I'm all right, but Tigger's stuck. 
Tigger: Help, somebody, please! For the last time and get Christopher Robin!
Narrator: But it wasn't too long before word got back to Christopher Robin and the others that Tigger was in trouble.
Christopher Robin: Hello, Pooh. Hello, Piglet. What's up? 
Pooh: Tigger and Roo are up. 
Kanga: Oh my goodness! Roo, how did you get way up there? 
Roo: Easy, Mama! We bounced up! 
Kanga: Oh, gracious! Do be careful, dear! 
Roo: I'm all right, Mama, but Tigger's stuck. 
Kanga: Oh, what a shame. That's too bad. 
Rabbit: No, that's good! You see, he can't bounce anybody up there. 
Christopher Robin: Oh, dear! We'll just have to get him down, somehow. 
Rabbit: Down?! Down?! Do we have to?
Tommy Pickles: Yeah!
Phil and Lil: And we'll do it to.
Angelica, Chuckie, Dil and Kimi: Right!
Christopher Robin: Come on, everyone! Let's hold the corner of my coat! You're first, Roo. Jump! 
Kanga: Try not to fall too fast, dear! 
Roo: Wheee!
Kanga: Oh, thank goodness!
Roo: Gee, that was fun! Come on, Tigger. It's doesn't hurt. Jump! 
Christopher Robin: You're next, Tigger. Jump!
Tigger: Jump?! Tiggers don't jump; they bounce! 
Pooh: Then bounce down.
Tigger: Don't be ri-dic-cour-ous! Tiggers only bounce up!
Christopher Robin: You can climb down, Tigger!
Tigger: Uh, but Tiggers can't climb down, uh, uh, because, uh, their tails get in the way!
Rabbit: 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! 
Tigger: Forever?! Oh, if I ever get out of this, I promise never to bounce again. Never! 
Rabbit: 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?! 
Narrator: Well, Tigger, your bouncing really got you into trouble this time. 
Tigger: Say, who are you? 
Narrator: I'm the narrator.
Tigger: Oh, well, please, for goodness sakes, narrate me down from here! 
Narrator: Very well then. Now hold on tight!
Tigger: Oooh, oooh, whooo! 
Christopher Robin: You can let go, now, Tigger! 
Tigger: N-n-n-n-n-never! 
Narrator: But, Tigger, look for yourself! You're perfectly safe! What did I tell you, Tigger? Come on, back we go!
Tigger: A-whoo! A-whoo! Oooh! Oh! Good old terra firma! Say, I'm so happy I feel like bouncing!
Rabbit: Uh-uh-uh! Your promised! You promised!
Tigger: Oh. Oh, I did, didn't I? Uh, you meant I-I can't ever bounce again? 
Rabbit: Never!
Tigger: Never? N-not even just one teensy, weensy, bounce?
Rabbit: Not even a smidgen of a bounce! 
Tommy and Dil Pickles: Poor Tigger!
Phil and Lil: Yeah!
Chuckie and Kimi: That's to sad!
Angelica Pickles: Yeah! I know!
Kanga: Oh, the poor dear. Oh, that's too bad. 
Roo: Christopher Robin, I like the old bouncy Tigger best. 
Christopher Robin: So do I, Roo.
Piglet: I do, too.
Roo: Me, too!
Kanga: Of course, we all do. Don't you agree, Rabbit? 
Rabbit: I-I-
Christopher Robin: Well, Rabbit?
Rabbit: Well, I-I-That is, uh-Uh, what I mean-
Pooh: Well? 
Rabbit: Uh, I-I-Oh, all right. I guess I like the old Tigger better, too. Ooof!
Tigger: Oh, boy! You mean, I can have my bounce back?!
Tommy, Phil, Lil, Angelica, Chuckie, Dil and Kimi: Now, you're talking Tigger!
Tigger: Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Come on, Rabbit! Let's you and me bounce! 
Rabbit: Good heavens! M-Me bounce?! 
Tigger: Why, certainly! Look, you've got the feet for it! 
Rabbit: I have? 
Tigger: Sure! Come on! Try it! It makes you feel just grrreat!
Rabbit: Well, say, it does, doesn't it? Come on, everyone! Bounce! 
Tigger: Come on, bounce! Hoo-hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo-hoo!
(SINGING)
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 fun
But the most wonderful thing about tiggers
Is I'm the only one
I'm the only one!
Grrr!
Narrator: And so we come to the last chapter, in which Christopher Robin and Pooh come to the enchanted place, and we say goodbye.
Pooh: Goodbye? Oh no, please can't we go back to page one and do it all over again?
Narrator: Sorry Pooh, but all stories have an ending you know.
Pooh: Oh, bother.
Narrator: 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 ABC and where a place called Brazil is.
Christopher Robin: Pooh, what do you like doing best in the world?
Pooh: What I like best is me going to visit you and you say “How about a smackerel of honey?”
Christopher Robin: I like that too. But what I like best is just doing nothing.
Pooh: How do you do just nothing?
Christopher Robin: Well, it’s when grown-ups ask “What are you going to do?” and you say nothing and then you go out and do it.
Pooh: I like that. Let’s do it all the time!
Christopher Robin: You know something, Pooh? I’m not going to do just do nothing any more.
Pooh: You mean never again?
Christopher Robin: Well, not so much. Pooh, when I’m away just doing nothing will you come up here sometimes?
Pooh: You mean alone? Just me?
Christopher Robin: Yes. And Pooh. Promise you won’t forget me, ever?
Pooh: Oh, I won’t Christopher, I promise.
Christopher Robin: Not even when I’m a hundred?
Pooh: How old shall I be then?
Christopher Robin: 99, silly old bear.
Narrator: 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.
THE END