[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] Awwww.... (Sniff) Awwww... 

[Rabbit] Oh, no, no. 

[Pooh] Chooo! 

[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. 

I wonder what's for breakfast? (Snore) Breakfast, (snore) lunch. A

lunchbox! 
[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. 

What sort of lunch is in that lunchbox? 

[Gopher] Here, a... let me see here... summer squash, summer salad,
succotash, custard, and honey. 

Pooh: Honey? 

[Rabbit] Honey! Oh, no! 

Pooh: Could you spare a small smackerel? 

Gopher: Say, you have to do something about that speech impediment,

sonny. 

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... Eeeeyaaaa...And

I'm a dinkdad 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!... 

Hurray for you 

Hurray for me 

Hurray, Hurray

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 Heeeeeeeeave. (Pop!) 

[Rabbit] There he goes! 

[Gopher] Suffering sassafras. He is 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 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. 

Think, think, think 

[Gopher] Say, what's wrong, sonny? Got yourself a headache? 

No, I was just thinking and wondering. 

[Gopher] That's so, what about? 

I, oh bother, you made me forget. 

[Gopher] If I was you I'd think about skiddaddling out of here. 

Why? 

[Gopher] 'Cause it's wind's day. 

Windsday? 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. 

Where're you going, Piglet? 

That's what I'm asking myself, where? Whhooooops! P-P-P-P-POOH! 

What do you think you will answer yourself? 

Oh, oh, oh... I'm unraveling! Whooops. Ohhh. That was a close one! 

Hang on tight, Piglet! 

Oh dear, oh dear, dear! 

[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. 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!

My good fellow, I wouldn't go so far as to call it a Windsday, just a gentle
spring zephyr.

Excuse me Owl, but you're not listening to me I was just looking and
wondering is there honey in that pot?

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. 

Owl: 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. 

Owl: You see her constant practicing so unnerved my aunt that she laid
a seagull egg by mistake! WHOA!

(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. 

[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 an namable 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. 

Is that you, Piglet? Oh tell me about it tomorrow, Eeyore? 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. 

Hello out there. Oh I hope nobody answers. 

Hello, I'm Tigger! 

Oh, you scared me. 

Yeah, sure I did. Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Everyone's scared of Tiggers. Who

are you? 

I'm Pooh. 
Oh, Pooh, sure. What's a Pooh? 

You're sitting on one. 

I am? Oh ,well, glad to meet you! I'm new around here name's Tigger. T I
double Ga eR. That spells Tigger. 

But what is a Tigger? 

Well, he asked for it...

The wonderful thing about Tiggers

Is Tiggers are wonderful things

Their tops are made out of rubber

Their bottoms are made out of springs

They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy

Fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN!

But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers

Is I'm the only one.

Oh I'm the only one 

(GRRrrrrrr...) 

Well if you're here well then what's that over there? Oh, look, look, look!
What a strange looking creature! Look at those beady little eyes and
that preposterous chin and even those ricky ticking striped pajamas. 

Pooh: It looks like another Tigger to me. 

Oh no it's not. I'm the only Tigger! Watch me scare the stripes of that
impostor. Grrrr! Is he gone? 

Pooh: All except for the tail. He's gone. You can come out now, Tigger.
Tigger where are you? 

Hello, I'm Tigger! 

You said that. 

Oh, did I say I was hungry? 

I don't think so. Now I say it. I'm hungry. 

Not for honey, I hope. 

Honey! A pot of honey. That's what Tigger's like best. 

I was afraid of that. 

Oh say, YUCK! Tigger's don't like honey! 

But you said that you liked... 

That sticky stuff is only fit for Heffalumps and Woozles. 

Pooh: You mean Elephants and Weasels. 

That's what I said, Heffalumps and Woozles. 

What do they do? 

Oh, nothing much, just steal honey. 

Steal honey? 

Yeah sure do, well I'd better bounce along now chum. Cheerio! 
The wonderful thing about tiggers 

Is tiggers are wonderful things 

Their tops are made out of rubber

Their bottoms are made out of springs

They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy Fun fun fun fun fun 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. 

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. 

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 

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... 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? 

You're our hero! 

Pooh: I am?

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. 

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.

No Pooh. This house belongs (sniff) to our very good friend, Owl.

[Rabbit] But Piglet ! Where will you live?

Well, I guess I shall live, I suppose I shall live-

[Pooh] With me! You shall live with me! Won't you 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.

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. 

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! 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

Oh 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?

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. 

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."
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!

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?
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.

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!
Wait here.
Narrator: 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.

Piglet: W-w-what was that, Pooh? 

Pooh: My tummy rumble. Now then, come on. Let's go home. 

Piglet: But, Pooh, do you 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...

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, I 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 him outta there! T-T-F-N! Ta ta
for now! Hoo-hoo-hoo! 

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, Rabbit!

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! Peace and quiet, and thank
goodness, there's no sign of Tigger here. 

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 can't-watch out!

Rabbit: 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.

Piglet: What are you doing, Pooh? 

Pooh: Shhh! Tracking something.

Piglet: Tracking what? 

Pooh: Well, that's what I asked myself, Piglet, "what"?

Piglet: 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?

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. 

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. 

Narrator: So they went on, feeling a little anxious, now, in case the
animals in front of them were of hostile intent. 

Tigger: Hellooo! 

Pooh and Piglet: (both gasp)

Pooh: Look, look, Piglet! There's something in that tree over there!

Piglet: Is it one of the fiercer animals? 

Tigger: Hellooo!

Pooh: Yes, it's a jagular.

Piglet: 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 Pooh and Piglet! Pooh! Piglet! 

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! 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 anyone up there. 

Christopher Robin: Oh, dear! We'll just have to get him down, somehow. 

Rabbit: Down?! Down?! Do we have to?

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! 

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! 

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?! 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!

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 the A-B-C's, and where place
called Brazil is. 

Christopher Robin: Pooh?

Pooh: Huh?

Christopher Robin: What do you like doing best in the world? 

Pooh: What I like best is me going to visit you and you saying, "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 grownups ask, "What are you going to
do?" and you say "Nothing." 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 am not going to do

just nothing anymore.

Pooh: You mean, never again?

Christopher Robin: Well, not so much they don't let you. 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 Robin, I promise!

Christopher Robin: Not even when I'm a hundred?

Pooh: How old shall I be then?

Christopher Robin: Ninety-nine, silly old bear. 

Narrator: wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way,
in that Enchanted Place on the top of the forest a little Bear will always
be