[whistling]
[Winnie the Pooh theme song]
[male narrator] This could be
the room of any small boy.
But, in fact, it's not.
It is the room of one young boy
in particular named Christopher Robin.
Now, Christopher Robin
has a very active imagination,
not to mention the uncanny ability
to collect things.
Big things. Small things. Sticky things.
But his favourite things
are his stuffed animals.
Ah! There they are now.
A charming and eccentric
cast of characters.
And his best friend among them
is a bear named Winnie the Pooh.
Or Pooh for short.
Together they had many
unusual adventures,
that all happened right here
in the Hundred Acre Wood.
Deep in the Hundred Acre Wood
Where Christopher Robin plays
You'll find the enchanted
neighbourhood
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
Tubby little cubby
all stuffed with fluff
He's Winnie the Pooh
Winnie the Pooh
Willy-nilly silly old bear
Winnie the Pooh
Winnie the Pooh
Tubby little cubby
all stuffed with fluff
He's Winnie the Pooh
Winnie the Pooh
Willy-nilly silly old bear
[narrator] Chapter one,
in which Winnie the Pooh
has a very important thing to do.
As the sun rose over
the Hundred Acre Wood,
Pooh leapt out of bed and greeted
the day with much enthusiasm.
[snoring] Ooh...
- Honey.
- [narrator] Uh, Pooh?
[stammers] More honey, please.
[humming]
I say, Pooh?
- [continues snoring]
- [clears throat] Pooh?
Oh, do wake up.
- Pooh!
- [Pooh] Oh!
Oh, bother. I was having
the most wonderful dream.
Yes, but it's time to wake up.
You have a very important thing
to do today.
- Like what?
- [chuckles] Well, if I told you that,
I'd ruin the rest of the story,
wouldn't I?
- [tummy rumbles]
- [giggles]
Of course.
What could be more important
than a little something to eat?
Or perhaps a little larger something.
Oh, not to worry, tummy.
I always know what to do.
A Pooh Bear takes care of his tummy
He fills it with things that are sweet
A Pooh Bear takes care of his tummy
- By never forgetting to eat
- [tummy rumbles in tune]
When it is growly and glummy
a search for the honey is on
The Pooh has a knack
for finding a snack
Unless all the honey is...
Gone?
[tummy rumbling in tune]
A Pooh Bear takes care of his tummy
No need for the tummy to fret
A Pooh Bear takes care of his tummy
He knows what his tummy must get
Don't worry, my round little chummy
I'm hearing your ravenous plea
When there is no honey
the Pooh takes the tummy
Wherever the honey will be
My friends are out there
with honey to spare
And they will take care
of my tummy and me
- Bother.
- [Eeyore groans]
[gasps] I know that sigh.
Good morning, Eeyore.
Lovely day, isn't it?
Wish I could say yes, but I can't.
Oh my, Eeyore.
You wouldn't happen to have any honey
lying about, would you?
- You see, I seem to have run out.
- [tummy continues to rumble]
Oh, yes. Good idea, tummy.
Perhaps I should look in back.
Bother. No honey in here, either.
What?
Eeyore, what has happened to your tail?
- What has happened to it?
- Well...
...it isn't there.
That accounts for a good deal.
That explains everything.
No wonder.
[sighs]
Oh! There it is.
I'd recognize it anywhere.
The very tree where I was hatched.
I remember the day
Mother made these marks,
her giant meaty claw carving furrows
in the crumbly bark.
Chapter one, the birth of a genius.
Pardon me, Owl. What are you doing?
Hmm? Oh, hello, Pooh. Eeyore.
Why, I'm penning my personal memoirs.
[chuckling] Yes. Now, where was I?
Oh, yes, of course. With steely nerve...
Perhaps you could take a short break
from your important work
and help us find Eeyore's tail?
...and I rocketed towards Eeyore's tail!
Eeyore's tail?
What's wrong with Eeyore's tail?
Well, it isn't there.
Yes. So I see.
Won't you help us, Owl?
You have such a talent for speaking
and telling us what to do.
Oh, thank you, Pooh. Yes, I do, don't I?
I didn't think anyone noticed.
All right, take this.
Write this down carefully.
Now, the customary procedure
in such cases is as follows.
[Pooh, interrupting Owl] Excuse me, Owl,
but what does
"Crustimoney Proseedcake" mean?
For I am a bear of very little brain
and long words bother me.
It means "the thing to do."
Oh. Well, as long as it means that,
I don't mind.
- [sighs]
- [coughs]
All right. Yes, well,
the thing to do is as follows:
First, issue a reward to the...
- [Pooh] Gesundheit.
- I beg your pardon?
Well, you sneezed
just as you were going to tell me
what the first thing to do was.
I didn't sneeze.
No, you did, Owl.
No, I didn't. You can't sneeze
without knowing it.
Well, you can't know it without
something having been sneezed.
As I was saying,
- first, issue a reward.
- [Pooh whispers] He's doing it again.
You must be catching a cold.
I'll probably catch it, too.
No, no, no! I'm not catching a cold.
The word is "issue," not "achoo",
and "achoo" isn't even a word.
It's just a sort of sneezy sound
like achoo!
[Pooh] Perhaps you should lie down, Owl?
- Oh!
- My throat feels a little scratchy.
Open wide, please.
Ahh.
Just as I suspected.
Owl, we need honey.
Enough of this infernal folderol!
Look, the thing to do is,
we write a notice
promising a large something
to anyone who finds
a replacement tail for Eeyore!
Is that clear?
That sounds like a wonderful plan, Owl.
Excellent. Now, we shall get Christopher
Robin to write out the notices,
and we'll put them up
all over the forest.
Here you are, Pooh.
Oh, and make sure everyone can see them.
Oh, I will, Christopher.
Come one, come two, come all
Everyone heed the call
There's a very important thing to do
Drop what you're doing and come
Bumpity-bumpity-bum
There's a very important thing to do
It's time to gather 'round
The work has just begun
And when it's done
then you'll have found
That you have had some fun
With a monumentuous, consequentuous
Very important thing to do
[grunts]
There we are.
And now, I shall return to...
Oh!
Hello, B'loon.
We have a very important
thing to do today.
- Oh, yes.
- [low growling]
Perhaps you'd like to join us?
- Poor Eeyore. He's lost his tail.
- [shouting]
Consider yourself pounced.
That was a close call there, Pooh Bear.
This guy... and I'm talking to you...
...he was sneaking up on ya.
Whoo! Oh!
A slippery little devil, eh?
Get back here!
Oh, no, you don't. Come here. Whoo!
Well, I must have scared him off.
Um... Tigger?
Yes, my good man?
[stammers]
Why, you.
Here, take some of that! What is this?
Oh, really? Sticking to me now. [shouts]
This isn't working out the way
I was hoping. Make him go away.
Oh, dear.
[sobs] Get him off of me!
Is he still there?
Oh, yes. He's still here.
And I think he wants to stick with you.
What?
I never thought of having
a sidekick before.
I got to admit, he is a handsome devil.
Look at the chin on this kid.
No, no. I can't do it, I tell you.
It's too risky.
Why, if something were to happen
to this little guy,
I just couldn't live with myself.
It's a dangerous path I bounce.
But I bounce it alone.
Because the Hundred Acre Wood
needs a hero, Pooh Bear,
and I'm the only one.
Oh, I'm 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!
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
[chattering]
Attention, please. Attention.
Something tragic has befallen
a member of our community.
- [all gasp]
- I present to you: Exhibit A.
Oh! That is tragic.
What? Oh, no, no, no.
Eeyore, will you turn around, please?
Oops, sorry.
Our dear friend Eeyore
has lost his tail.
Oh, dear.
We mustn't leave him in this condition.
So, we will have a contest
to find a new tail for Eeyore.
[clears throat] I do say, Christopher
Robin, the winners of such contest
are traditionally awarded
some form of remuneration.
What is a "remooner"...
Moonyour... A renew...
What are we renumbering?
I don't know, Pooh,
but it sounds like a good thing.
Oh, yes, it is a good thing, Piglet.
It's a prize. But what shall it be?
How about something great,
like a firecracker!
Oh, gracious, no.
How about something nice,
like a warm hug?
Pruning shears. I need pruning shears.
I'd say thistles,
but nobody listens to me, anyway.
Oh, Christopher Robin, I was hoping
for something a bit... sweeter?
Why, Pooh, that's a grand idea.
The prize for a new tail shall be...
a pot of honey.
[all cheer] Hooray!
[narrator] As the others
searched for a tail,
Pooh realized that a pine cone
would not win him the honey.
Why not?
Because it would have to be
something special.
Oh. Special, you say. Special.
Think, think, think.
No hurry, Pooh. Just take your time.
Take my time. What a wonderful idea.
Cuckoo, cuckoo.
- Thanks, Pooh.
- Congratulations.
You've won the contest.
It's Pooh
It's Pooh
Pooh wins the honey pot
Found a tail for his friend
Now it's on my rear end
You get the honey
Enjoy
[crashing]
I knew it was too good to be true.
Oh, dear.
Well, rules are rules. So sorry, Pooh.
Excuse me. We could give B'loon a try!
- Whoa! [giggles]
- How clever, Piglet.
What do you think, Eeyore?
Sure is a cheerful colour.
Guess I'll have to get used to it.
It's Piglet
It's Piglet
Piglet wins the honey pot
Takes the prize fair and square
I'm still a bit up in the air.
You get the honey
Enjoy
Hmm. This may not work after all.
[sighs]
[narrator] And so they tried
a great many things.
They tried...
...and they tried...
...and they tried...
...and they tried, and they tried
and tried, and they tried...
...until...
[accordion makes sombre music]
...they had run out of things to try.
It's OK. I'll learn to live without it.
Poor dear.
You know, I may have just the thing.
Up, up, up you go.
[humming]
There you are.
It's an awful nice tail, Kanga.
Much nicer than the rest of me.
It's Kanga
No! No, no, no, no.
How about we celebrate with silence?
Enjoy
Oh, bother.
My tummy is feeling
a little 11 o'clock-ish.
Do you still tell the time,
clock friend?
I can't tell by the expression
on your face.
[narrator] Pooh left feeling unsatisfied
and a little out of sorts.
In fact, he was so distracted
by his rumbly tummy,
that he didn't notice that he was
walking onto the next paragraph.
What is a paragraph?
It's a group of sentences
that form a complete thought.
Is there honey in this paragraph?
Oh, sorry, Pooh, no.
Well, then I don't find it very useful.
What's that, Pooh?
I'm not sure. I shall follow it
to see where it leads.
Eeyore, your tail!
Yep. Unravelled.
Guess I'm back where I started.
[Pooh] I'm sorry, Eeyore.
Such a nice tail, too.
No matter.
All good things come to an end.
Oh. Oh! Eeyore, if you... [grunting]
Oh, my goodness.
This story is going too fast!
[grunts, sighs]
I wish that paragraph
had been a little longer.
Ooh! Of course.
Christopher Robin will have some honey.
He loves to share. Especially with me.
[humming] Christopher Robin!
Are you not there?
[tummy rumbles]
Oh.
[narrator] Just then,
Pooh spotted a note.
- I did?
- Certainly.
Just there, at your feet.
- Oh...
- Uh, to your left.
Uh, no, Pooh, your other left.
A little bit more.
A tad. A hair. No, no, back a bit.
- Oh!
- There you are.
Well, it's a good thing I noticed it.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have seen it.
Pooh was puzzled by the note.
Even more so than usual.
And even more than that.
So, Pooh decided to go directly
to Owl's house,
hoping that Owl could help unpuzzle him.
You get the honey
Enjoy
- Good job, Owl!
- Thank you. Thank you.
Yes, it is quite clever, isn't it?
T-A-E-L. Yes. Perfect.
Well, hello there, Owl.
That is a very fine looking pot of honey
you've got there.
And so remarkably... gooey.
Gooey? That happens to be
my personal favourite.
Ooh! What do you have there, my boy?
Oh. A note I found
at Christopher Robin's.
With strange words I cannot read.
But, Pooh, you can't read most words.
Yes, but especially not
the strange ones.
Let me see. There's never been a note
written that I could not decipher.
Here, Pooh, help yourself.
- Yes, parchment is of a fine quality.
- [grunting]
Oh, stuff and fluff.
Don't leave us in suspense, Owl.
What does it say?
Patience! Patience.
One must be careful when decoding
such arcane text
so as not to incorrectly interpret
its true meaning.
So, can you read it?
Of course I can! It says...
"Gone out. Busy. Backson.
Signed, Christopher Robin."
[gasps] Our dear friend
Christopher Robin has been captured!
- What?
- By a creature called "The Backson."
- [all gasp]
- Backson!
Captured by the Backson!
- What's a Backson?
- Ooh!
A horrible creature! Malicious!
- You don't say.
- Ferocious!
Fero... ?! Ooh!
And worst of all, terribly busy.
So, what does this Backson look like?
I saw a picture of one
just the other day.
- Oh, Christopher Robin.
- [Owl] Now, let me see.
Bathwater, biscuit, baby,
barnacle, beluga...
Wait a minute, why is biscuit
ahead of baby and barnacle?
That doesn't make sense.
Oh, it's such a mess in here.
Dash it all! Where is that picture?
I have some chalk, Owl. Can you draw it?
What an excellent idea, young man.
Artistic talent runs through my family.
- In fact, it practically stampedes!
- [chalk screeches]
- In fact, it practically stampedes!
- [chalk screeches]
- [both groan]
- [whimpering]
He sounds scary already.
It's a giant creature with a tail
Here, I'll draw Piglet in for scale
- [growls]
- Oh, dear!
[Owl] Its hide is like a shaggy rug
Its face a surly, ugly mug
With two sharp horns atop its head
Between a mop of hair that's red
And in its nose a ring of gold
It smells of monkey's feet and mould
- [monkey shrieks]
- Its toes are black, its fur is blue
I swear that all I tell you
is not made up
- The Backson
- The Backson?
- The Backson
- The Backson?
Oh, no!
But, Owl, what does a Backson do?
Yes, Owl, what does a Backson do?
Hmm, what does a Backson do?
I'm thinking, I'm thinking,
I'm thinking, I'm thinking
And now I will tell you
They sneak into your library
and scribble in all your books
The Backson, the Backson
We don't like the Backson
When decorating your Christmas tree
they tangle up all the hooks
[all] The Backson, the Backson
We're afraid of the Backson
They spoil the milk
They stop all the clocks
They use their horns
to put holes in your socks
The Backson's the one
who's been putting holes in our socks
Tell us more about what Backsons do
- Yes, more about what Backsons do
- More about what Backsons do?
Why don't we hear
some thoughts from you?
[Tigger] Maybe they make you
sleep too late
[Owl] Yes, yes
That's good, that's great
I bet they're the reason
my tail is gone
[Owl] You're on a roll
Go on, go on
[Rabbit] They muddy up your tidy house
They make you feel as small as a mouse
- They break your crayons
- They spill your tea
[Kanga] They wake up babies
at one and three
They made me catch the cold I caught
[Pooh] They made me lose
my train of thought
- [Tigger] They swipe your stripes
- They clog your pipes
- [Rabbit] They dig up your garden
- They won't beg your pardon
- [Pooh] They eat your snacks
- They won't relax
- [Rabbit] They chip your tooth
- [Kanga] They steal your youth
[Owl] And now you know
the horrible truth
[all] The Backson, the Backson
The Backson, the Backson
Oh, no
- Oh, yes
- [all] Huh?
I know exactly what to do
We'll find things Backsons
are partial to
- Like books
- And dishes
- And socks
- And toys
Yes,
everything that a Backson destroys
Then we'll dig an enormous pit
and make the items lead to it
He'll fall in and we'll get our friend
And this horrible nightmare
can come to an end
- The Backson
- The Backson
- The Backson
- The Backson
Go home and search your closets
Bring everything that you can
The Backson, the Backson
We're gonna catch the Backson
We'll save Christopher Robin
by following Rabbit's plan
The Backson, the Backson
We'll save Christopher Robin
We must be brave and have no fear
So to the death, we'll persevere
We'll search by the sun
and the light of the moon
And if everything goes well
we'll be back soon
- Back soon.
- Back soon
Sounds like "Backson."
Back soon
Oh, well. Good luck, everyone!
[narrator] While Rabbit and the others
were busy gathering
the Backson's favourite things,
Pooh and Piglet found the perfect place
to dig the pit.
- Piglet dug, and dug, and dug.
- [grunting]
And Pooh supervised.
And now to disguise the pit.
Catch, Piglet.
Gosh, Pooh, I hope this idea works.
Oh, it will, Piglet.
The Backson shall follow the trail
of items right to this lovely picnic.
[whispering] Which is
just the pit, of course.
And when he falls in,
we'll get Christopher Robin back.
Yes, Piglet. We shall get
Christopher Robin back.
Very exciting. [giggles]
What do you think, Pooh?
Hmm. I think this rock
would be better over there.
Here?
Oh, yes. That makes
all the difference, you see.
Oh! I almost forgot
the most important part.
Oh, yes, Piglet. I couldn't agree more.
Hmm?
Oh, Piglet, this is a very light lunch.
No, Pooh. This isn't lunch.
I just thought it would
complete the disguise.
Well, it certainly fooled me.
[whimpers]
Well done, you two.
Now, put your combat gear on.
This is a dangerous mission,
and we cannot afford any mistakes.
The fate of Christopher Robin
is in our hands.
[grunting]
[whimpers]
Ah!
[slicing sounds]
[groans]
[narrator] As the group continued on
with Rabbit's plan,
they journeyed deeper
and deeper into the woods,
- placing items as they...
- [Tigger] Hey, hey!
You want to keep it down up there, pal?
What? Tigger?
Why aren't you with the others?
Because. I'm busy tracking the Backson.
Shh-shh-shh.
Yes, but what about Rabbit's plan?
Only a Tigger can catch a Backson.
[whispers] And I'm the only Tigger, see.
- [groans]
- [gasps] Hello.
[shouts]
- Hoo!
- I probably deserved that.
Oops! Look who it is! Hoo-hoo!
Let me get off your back.
There we go.
I thought you were the Backson!
Until I found out you wasn't.
What are you doing out here, anyways?
Too slow. Got left behind.
Left behind?
That's a horrendemous thing
to do to a guy.
No matter.
Sure would like to help
Christopher Robin,
- but I can't.
- Hmm.
Buddy! Where do you think you're going?
You and me are gonna catch
that Backson together!
- Thanks, but I...
- That's the spirit!
Here we go!
- Pouncy, pouncy, pounce!
- [groans]
You and me! Oh, yeah! Look out, Backson!
OK, we're back. Look at us pounce!
I'm alone. OK. Hoo.
Buddy, if you're gonna pounce,
you got to have some bounce!
We just need to get you Tiggerized.
Gonna fix you up
By the time we're through
I'll be Tigger One
You'll be Tigger Two
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
Gonna be two pals
hunting in the woods
Gonna show that Backson
we got the goods
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
- Well, I'm not sure
- Oh, stop that gloomy rumination
All you need is a little bit
of Tiggerization
- Wait
- Why wait?
Don't you see it's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
You're looking great, Tigger Two.
Now, you've got to learn
to bounce like a Tigger.
When you learn to bounce
you should take it slow
So I want you to keep your bounces low
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
Whoa!
If you hit a bush or a tree you'll
fall so do your best to avoid them all
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
A perfect pounce
will make you feel alive
Just go from a squat
into a headlong dive!
Ow, ow, ow.
You're gettin' it now
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
Ahh. Isn't this super-duper fun,
two Tiggers here together?
I used to be the only one
But two is twice as better.
- Are you ready?
- For what?
I'll... be... the...
Backson, you be the Tigger
We're gonna see
whose bounce is bigger
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
You're gonna give me your best attack
But don't just think
that I won't fight back
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
Strike me down
Give me all you got
Bounce me, trounce me
Flounce me, pounce me
- Do it, do it, do it!
- Ow.
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be great
It's gonna be...
[shouting]
Great
Tigger Two!
That was the bestest
picking up bounce I never seen!
In fact, we're going to skip right ahead
to advanced Tigger training.
Where did you go, you little bouncer?
Ooh. Going bare-knuckled.
Look at this guy. I like your style!
Now this is just ridicerous!
You are gonna need this
if you're gonna get the Backson!
Oh-oh!
Backson tracks!
The Backson must have got Tigger Two!
He's picking us off. One by one.
Gosh, Pooh, I hope the Backson
is pleased with all of our items.
- I'm sure he will be. Oh.
- [tummy rumbles]
I wish I had some honey.
- [bee buzzing]
- [gasps]
Piglet, um, could you come here, please?
Pooh, are you sure
this is going to work?
Well, of course, Piglet.
Once I get you up in the tree,
just hand me the beehive.
And then tummy and I will
take care of the rest, won't we?
OK, Pooh.
I guess you've thought this through.
Oh, yes, Piglet. Indeed I have.
[Piglet grunts]
Oh, bother. I don't remember
thinking that through.
[Piglet] Um, I'm sorry
I messed up the plan, Pooh.
Oh, don't worry, Piglet.
I shall get you out,
and we'll try again.
[grunts] It's no use.
Think, think, think.
Ah! I know.
I'll have you down
in just a moment, Piglet.
[Piglet] No hurry, Pooh.
The bees are quite gentle.
[giggles]
As long as there's no sudden movement.
Ah! Oh, my!
Pooh, are you sure that's a good idea?
Oh, yes, Piglet.
- Ah!
- I'm quite sure.
Well, you know best, Pooh.
- Ah! Oh.
- Oh. There we are.
Oops. New plan, Piglet. Run!
[Piglet] OK.
[grunting]
Oh... Is this fast enough, Pooh?
I suppose you could run a little faster.
- [Piglet] Whoa!
- Ooh!
And this can go here. All done.
It takes a smart rabbit
to trap a Back...
Oh! What are you two doing?
Beehives are not on my list
of Backson-friendly items!
- But, Rabbit, the...
- Move along, move along.
Well, I was moving.
Oh, that Backson is sure
to pick up this trail,
and we don't want to be around
when he does.
Come, come! Go, go, go!
Rabbit, please, can we stop for lunch?
Pooh, we cannot rest until
Christopher Robin is rescued.
Try thinking of him instead of honey.
- [rumbling]
- Very well. Christopher Robin.
Christopher Robin. Christopher Robin!
Ooh. It worked. Much better.
[humming]
[gasps]
Does anybody see that?
See what, honey?
- Honey? Ooh!
- [rumbling]
I can't wait to see the honey
on that Backson's honey
when he falls into our honey. Eh, Owl?
That cheeky honey will honey twice
before honeying our honey again.
After we honey the honey,
can I honey a honey?
Uh-uh-uh.
No honey before honey, honey.
Wha... ?
Honey up, Pooh. We have to honey.
- [Owl] Honey.
- [Rabbit] Ooh, honey!
- [Kanga] Yes.
- [Rabbit] Honey.
[narrator] As Pooh watched
the honey honey away,
his honey honey honey honey
honey honey honey honey
honey honey honey...
Ooh, Christopher Robin,
Christopher Robin,
Christopher... hoo-hoo-hoo,
Christopher Robin.
Honey
Honey, honey, honey, honey
Honey, honey, honey, honey
Honey, honey, honey, honey
Honey, honey
Honey, honey, honey, honey,
Honey, honey, honey, honey
Honey, honey, honey, honey,
Honey, honey, honey, honey
Honey? Honey.
Honey!
Honey!
Everything is honey
everywhere I see
Everything is honey and that's
quite all right with me
I am a bear of little brain
I can't explain
Why everything would be changing to
The favourite snack of Winnie the Pooh
Can you?
Everything is honey
I can't get enough
Of lots and lots of pots and pots
of sticky, licky stuff
Oh, what a sight
Oh, what a dream
Dive in the wonderful honeyful stream
Swimming in the honey
Swimming far and wide
Open up my mouth
and let the honey flow inside
Ooey and gooey and very sweet
Eat and eat then repeat
Suddenly I'm in a honey boat
It doesn't matter where we float
Whoa!
'Cause everywhere is honey
There's a honey Pooh
He's just made of honey
so I guess I'll eat him too
If everything is honey
and I am what I eat
I must be made of honey
And life is very sweet
[groans]
Bother.
[gasping]
What a lovely picnic!
[shouts]
Oh, bother!
Double bother.
Pooh! Now where did that bear go?
We searched all over,
and no sign of him.
The report from my aerial excursion
is inconclusive.
- [Pooh moaning]
- [clanking]
[all shout]
[gasps] The plan worked.
We caught the Backson!
- [Pooh continues moaning]
- Oh! It sounds horrible!
Now that we have him, Owl, you can go
and get Christopher Robin back.
No! No, I'm far too important
to put myself in that predicament.
Kanga, off you go.
Oh, no, no, no. I'm with child.
Send the pig.
[stammering]
- How about all of us go?
- [Pooh groans]
All right, Backson.
Give Christopher Robin back!
- Huh?
- [Pooh] Oh!
Oh, bother!
- Pooh!
- Oh, hello.
Oh, Pooh, you went back for the honey,
didn't you?
But I told you it was empty.
Yes, and I believed you, Piglet.
But my tummy had to see for himself.
[scoffs] Poor, poor Pooh.
How are we ever gonna
get him out of there?
It's me, it's me
I win the honey pot
Found this anchor over there
Now it's on my derrire
Not that anybody'd care
[Rabbit] OK, everyone,
make sure you have a good hold.
Heave-ho! Heave-ho!
Something tells me I was better off
with Tigger.
Heave-ho!
- Yep.
- [all shout]
[whistling fall]
[all grunt]
Oh, this is lovely.
We are stuck down here,
and the Backson is still up there.
[whimpering] Oh, dear! Wait for me.
No, Piglet! No, no, Piglet. Stay.
But the Backson!
You can help us if you stay up there!
[straining]
OK, Piglet, go look for something
to get us out of here.
[stammering] OK.
There might be
something over by the pack.
Thank goodness one of us is up there.
I was worried we'd be
stuck here forever.
I found something. Here.
- What?
- Ooh.
That's a lovely flower, Piglet.
Yeah, I thought so, too.
Yes, Piglet,
it's very nice, a perennial.
But I think we need something longer.
Longer? Of course. How silly of me.
[grunting]
Oh, good thought, Piglet.
But you can't possibly think
that that's long enough.
Oh, yes, it is.
Owl read this to me once,
and it was certainly the longest thing
I'd ever heard.
[giggles] Oh.
It's true, Rabbit.
It lags a bit in the middle.
Of all things, why didn't we think
to bring a rope?
Well, there is this rope.
Spot-on, Piglet. Do be a helpful
little swine and get us out of here.
All of you?
Yes, Piglet, all of us.
All right. Three, four...
Don't forget Rabbit.
[scissors snipping]
[Piglet] And six.
There! Now you can all get out!
How very thoughtful you are, Piglet.
Good grief! Tie them together, Piglet.
Can you tie a knot?
I cannot.
So, you can knot.
No, I cannot knot.
- Not knot?
- Who's there?
- Pooh!
- Pooh who?
No! Pooh, it's...
Piglet, you'll need more than two knots.
Not possible.
Ah! So, it is possible
to knot those pieces.
Not these pieces.
Yes, knot those pieces.
- Why not?
- Because it's all for naught.
Oh, dear! I can't tie a knot.
But there is something I can do.
Don't worry, Rabbit.
Piglet's very clever.
I can tie a bow.
- See?
- [groans]
For crying out loud! Piglet!
I know! Christopher Robin
has a jump rope.
Ahh!
Wait a minute. My gracious, that's it!
Piglet, go to Christopher Robin's house.
Oh, I see.
Yes, Piglet, go, and bring some honey.
Yes, bring some honey...
[gasps] The jump rope,
Piglet, the jump rope.
With a little honey on the side.
You mean, all by myself?
Through there?
Yes, Piglet.
Through a dark wood fraught with peril,
on a mission of life or death.
It is a task of great complexity,
but I have full confidence
that you shall return victorious,
and rescue us from the abyss.
Go forth, Piglet,
and we shall await your return.
For weeks, if necessary.
Owl!
What?
I can't believe how wonderful
that speech was.
I can't, either.
Moved me to tears.
[narrator] So Piglet bravely ventured
forth towards Christopher Robin's house.
But the further he went,
the more frightened he became.
[whimpering] Oh, dear.
I mustn't fear.
There's a very important thing to...
[heavy stammer] Do...
[screams]
[whimpering]
Oh. It's just you, B'loon.
I'll get some help.
Oh, dear. I am the help.
How did you ever get stuck up there?
It wasn't the Backson, was it?
Oh, good.
I knew the Backson wasn't around here.
[grunts]
[Tigger grunts]
[moaning]
[stammering] Backson!
Huh?! Backson?
- [screaming]
- Piglet, help!
Whew.
[shouting]
Let me tell you, that was the last time
I'll ever put my beak
- in a keyhole.
- Shh-shh-shh!
[whispers] Do you hear something?
- Help! Help me!
- Piglet!
He knows my name!
[blowing hard]
- Yeah!
- [gasp]
Whoa! Oh!
[shouting]
Ah!
- [straining]
- [grunting]
[groaning]
[screams]
[Piglet groans]
[all gasp] Backson!
Whew! It's only Tigger.
Oh! Hi, fellas!
Tigger Two?
I thought the Backson got you.
Ahh. As soon as we get out of here,
we're gonna show that Backson
what Tiggers are made of, aren't we?
Thanks, but I'd rather stay an Eeyore.
What? But what about all the pouncing
and the trouncing?
And the mixing it up?
I thought you liked being a Tigger.
The most wonderful thing about Tiggers,
is you're the only one.
Aw, shucks. I'm speechless.
[Piglet] Excuse me.
- I can't breathe! [groans]
- [Tigger] Oh.
Sorry about that, little guy.
I didn't mean to scare you.
Wait! B'loon! Don't leave!
[Piglet] You're the only one
who can get us out of here!
We're all gonna die.
Cheer up, Eeyore.
We won't perish for days.
Which leaves plenty of time for me
to continue my memoirs.
Now, dear Uncle Ridley...
Honey
[Owl] ...exacerbated
by my aunt's predilection
- for only the finest parchment...
- Hmm. [gasps]
...woven so tightly
the ink took weeks to fully dry.
Their nest was littered with quills
that were never used,
papers that were never cut,
and letters that never dried.
My aunt often bemoaned the situation in
letters that she couldn't write to me.
It drove my poor uncle absolutely batty,
which is quite a feat for an owl,
I assure you.
Now, when my uncle had committed
an exceedingly rousing point...
Empty.
...and let me tell you,
it packed quite a wallop.
- [groans]
- Huh?
Look! Look, the letters!
The ladder! The ladders formed a letter!
I mean the letters... We can get out!
[narrator] And so they all used the
letter ladder to climb out of the pit.
But little did they know that
coming through the bushes was...
- [branches snapping]
- [all gasp] Backson!
Back to the pit!
[Christopher] Wait, everyone.
It's only me.
[all] Christopher Robin!
You found them, B'loon. Well done.
It's Christopher Robin!
How did you escape from the Backson?
Backson? What on earth is a Backson?
He wakes up babies!
He swipes your stripes!
He puts out the lights!
Yes, and we thought he took you from us.
What gave you the idea
I was taken by a Backson?
Your note.
[narrator] Christopher Robin explained
that it had all been a misunderstanding.
And now that it was autumn,
the school year had begun.
His note was simply to say he had
gone out and would be back soon.
[all] Oh!
Ooh. Um...
OK.
It's getting late.
We ought to be heading back.
Just a moment, everyone.
Just a moment, everyone.
Oh, yes. You're right, Piglet.
We owe a very special someone...
...a token of our appreciation.
Ohh!
This reward goes to a good friend
and a loyal companion.
Someone who not only helped us
out of this pit,
but also found Christopher Robin.
And he just so happens
to be wearing red today.
So it is with great, great honour
and a humble heart,
that I bestow this pot of honey
upon our dear friend...
...B'loon.
Wonderful idea, Rabbit.
- Hooray!
- Hooray, B'loon!
- Thank you, B'loon. Goodbye.
- Hooray!
[narrator] Pooh watched as B'loon took
the honey pot higher and higher,
until it was completely out of sight.
Oh, bother.
Sorry, Pooh.
Ever have one of those days
where you just can't win, Eeyore?
Yep. I know how you feel.
- [rumbling]
- Oh, yes.
I simply must find some honey.
[narrator] As Pooh continued searching,
he got hungrier...
- Oh!
- ...and hungrier...
- Yes, tummy, I know.
- ...and hungrier...
Ohh...
...until he found himself
at Owl's house.
[bell jingles]
Well, stone the crows.
If it isn't Pooh Bear.
Hello, Owl.
Well, congratulate me.
- For what?
- I have achieved completion
of my autobiographical treatise!
Oh! Was it painful?
No, no, no. My memoirs are finished.
Oh.
Dash it all, Pooh. Why do you keep
staring at that bell rope?
Because it reminds me of something.
And that reminds me
of another something.
Perhaps I could borrow some honey?
Just a taste? A drop, perhaps?
A small lick, I should think.
My boy, I shall do better than that.
Not only will I beckon you to my table,
but as we feast,
I shall treat you to an excerpt
from chapter 127,
which tells the gripping tale of how
only a few days ago,
I found that very handsome bell rope
that you were admiring
just hanging over a thistle bush.
Thistle bush?
Or was it a gorse bush?
No. No. It was definitely
a thistle bush.
Pardon me, Owl.
At first I thought someone lived there,
so I rang it.
No one answered.
And then the thing just fell off
in my hand.
What sort of place
was this particular thistle bush in?
Certainly not a very cheery place.
One might say it was rather...
Gloomy?
Yes. That's it. Do you know it?
Oh, dear.
Nobody seemed to want it,
so I brought it home.
Oh, but somebody did want it, Owl.
Really? Who?
Eeyore. My dear friend Eeyore.
He was fond of it, you see.
- Fond of it?
- Attached to it.
Attached?
Ohh!
Yes. Well, yes.
And I was just keeping it safe for him.
Well, there you are.
And you can tell him he's welcome.
Yes, Owl. And thank you very much.
I say, Pooh! What about the honey?
[tummy rumbles]
Some other time, perhaps?
[narrator] Ignoring his tummy's
desperate pleas,
Pooh went directly
to Christopher Robin's.
Tail.
Nail.
Hammer.
So what do you think, Eeyore?
I'll test it out.
Seems about the right length.
Pink bow's a nice touch.
Swishes real good, too.
So, are you happy, Eeyore?
- No.
- Ooh.
But I sure do like this new tail.
Thank you, Pooh.
And now,
I have a surprise for you, Pooh.
I do like surprises.
[Christopher] OK. Open your eyes.
They're open, Christopher.
[Christopher] No, silly.
Put your arms down.
Congratulations, Pooh.
You win the grand prize!
It's Pooh
It's Pooh
Pooh wins the honey pot
You're the winner of the prize
I really can't believe my eyes
Pooh gets the honey
Honey, honey, honey, honey
Here you go, Pooh.
Oh, yes, of course.
- [all gasp]
- Thank you all ever so much.
Everything is honey
Everything is good
Everyone is happy
in the Hundred Acre Wood
A honey happy ending
for a Pooh to eat
Yes, everything is honey
And life is very sweet
You know, Pooh, you did
a very important thing today.
- I did?
- Well, yes.
Instead of thinking of your tummy,
you thought of your friend.
Oh, thank you, Christopher Robin.
And now I don't think
I shall be hungry again
for a good long while.
- [tummy rumbles]
- [Pooh] Oh, bother.
[Christopher] Silly old bear.
[sighs]
[croaks]
Oh! Ooh, ooh, ooh!
[unintelligible dialogue]
- [crickets chirring]
- [frogs croaking]
[thudding]
Wow! It's amazing
what you can find in the woods.
A marble! And a boot!
And oh, my,
that's a scary-lookin' fella.
Gosh! Maybe these are his things.
You know, I better pick 'em up
so they won't get broken.
That's the last thing I would want.
Whoa!
- [thud]
- [grunt] Oh, my gosh!
Is this a pit? I think I'm in a pit!
Hello? Anybody up there?
Oh, well. I sure hope that fella
will be back soon.