The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

1977

Winnie the Pooh: Oh, stuff and fluff.

Tigger: Honey! Oh, boy, honey! That's what tiggers like best. Winnie the Pooh: I was afraid of that. Tigger: (gulps down a few handfuls) Oh, say. Yuck! Tiggers don't like honey! Winnie the Pooh: But you said you that you liked... Tigger: That icky, sticky stuff is only fit for heffalumps and woozles. Winnie the Pooh: You mean elephants and weasels. Tigger: That's what I said, heffalumps and woozles.

Eeyore: It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.

Winnie the Pooh: 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: Winnie the Pooh crawled out of the gorse bush, brushed the prickles from his nose and began to think again. Winnie the Pooh: Think, think, think. Narrator: And the first person he thought of was... Winnie the Pooh: Winnie the Pooh? Narrator: No. Christopher Robin. Winnie the Pooh: Oh.

Christopher Robin: There now. Did I get your tail back on properly, Eeyore? Eeyore: No matter. Most likely lose it again anyway.

Winnie the Pooh: Good morning, Christopher Robin. Christopher Robin: Oh, good morning, Winnie the Pooh. Owl, Kanga, Roo: Good morning, Pooh bear. Eeyore: If it is a good morning, which I doubt.

Winnie the Pooh: (after rolling in mud) There, now. Isn't this a clever disguise? Christopher Robin: What are you supposed to be? Winnie the Pooh: I'm a little, black rain cloud, of course. Christopher Robin: Silly old bear.

Winnie the Pooh: I must be going now. Goodbye, Rabbit. Rabbit: Well, goodbye, if you're sure you won't have any more. Winnie the Pooh: (turns to leave then stops) Is there any more? Rabbit: No, there isn't. Winnie the Pooh: I thought not. Winnie the Pooh: (tries to climb out the front door but is stuck) Oh, oh, help and bother! I'm stuck. Rabbit: Oh, dear. Oh, gracious. Oh. Well, it all comes from eating too much. Winnie the Pooh: It all comes from not having front doors big enough!

Owl: Blast it all. Gopher: Good idea! We'll dynamite. Save time. Owl: Eh, 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 lollygagging all day. I got a tight schedule. Gopher: (falls down a hole) Aaaaaaaahh. Gopher: If you think it over, let me know. You got my card, I'm not in the book, you know. Owl: Oh. Dash it all, he's gone. Winnie the Pooh: After all, he's not in the book, you know. Owl: Oh.

Kanga: Pooh, Roo has a little surprise for you. Roo: Flowers. Winnie the Pooh: Honeysuckle! (Pooh tries to eat flowers) Kanga: No, Pooh, you don't eat them. You smell them. Winnie the Pooh: Oh.

Rabbit: Why did I ever invite that bear to lunch? Why, oh, why, oh, why?

Winnie the Pooh: Could you ssspare a sssmall sssmackerel? Gopher: Say, you ought to do sssomething abou that ssspeech impediment, sssonny.

Gopher: That supercilious scoundrel confiscated my honey.

Gopher: I'm not in the book, you know.

Gopher: If I was you, I'd think about skedaddlin' out of here. Winnie the Pooh: Why? Gopher: 'Cause it's "Winds-day."

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: Whew, yes. Whoops. You see, it's been in the family a long time. It belonged to my grandfather. Piglet: (pointing to sign) Oh, that's his name up there. "Trespassers Will." That's short for "Trespassers William." Narrator: Trespassers William? Piglet: Yes. And Grandma, oh, she called him T.W. That's even shorter.

Piglet: I don't mind the leaves that are leaving. It's the leaves that are coming.

Winnie the Pooh: Happy "Winds-day", Piglet. Piglet: (being blown away) Well... it isn't... very happy... f-for me. Winnie the Pooh: Where are you going, Piglet? Piglet: That's what I'm asking myself, where? W-Whoops! P-P-P-Pooh! Winnie the Pooh: And what do you think you will answer yourself?

Owl: This is just a mild spring zephyr compared to the big wind of '67. Or was it, uh, '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. You see, her constant practicing so unnerved my aunt that she laid a seagull egg by mistake.

Winnie the Pooh: Hello, out there! Oh, I hope nobody answers.

Tigger: (looking at his reflection) Oh, hey, hey. Look, look, look. Oh, what a strange-looking creature. Mmm, look at those beady little eyes, and that "purrposterous" chin, and those "rickydiculus" striped pyjamas. Winnie the Pooh: Looks like another tigger to me. Tigger: Oh, no, it's not. I'm the only tigger. Watch me scare the stripes off of this imposter. (Tigger growls at reflection; he scares himself, hides under the table) Tigger: Is-Is-Is... Is he gone? Winnie the Pooh: All except the tail. (Tigger tucks his tail) Winnie the Pooh: He's gone.

Tigger: Hello, I'm Tigger. Winnie the Pooh: You said that. Tigger: Oh? Well, did I say I was hungry? Winnie the Pooh: I don't think so. Tigger: Well, then I'll say it. I'm hungry.

Winnie the Pooh: (to his reflection) Oh, hello. Am I glad to see you. It's more friendly with two. Now, you go that way, and I'll go this way. Winnie the Pooh: (walks away from mirror, then runs back) You didn't see anything, did you? Neither did I.

Winnie the Pooh: (to his reflection) Is it raining in there? It's raining out here too.

Winnie the Pooh: Christopher Robin, can you make a one-hero party into a two-hero party? Christopher Robin: Of course we can, silly old bear.

Tigger: I "recoggonize" you. You're the one that's stuffed with fluff. Winnie the Pooh: Yeah. And you're sitting on it. Tigger: Yeah. And it's comfy, too!

Tigger: T-T-F-N. Ta-ta for now.

Winnie the Pooh: Pooh, for a bear of very little brain, you sure are a smart one.

Winnie the Pooh: Look, look, Piglet. There's something in that tree over there. Piglet: Is it one of the f-f-fiercer animals? Tigger: Halloo! Winnie the Pooh: Yes. It's a "jagular." Piglet: W-What do "jagulars" d-do, Pooh? Winnie the Pooh: Well, "jagulars" always call, "Halloo!" And when you look up, they drop on you. Piglet: I'm looking *down*, P-P-Pooh.

Christopher Robin: You're next, Tigger. Jump! Tigger: Jump? Tiggers don't jump. They bounce. Winnie the Pooh: Then bounce down. Tigger: Don't be "ridiccorous". Tiggers only bounce up! Christopher Robin: You can climb down, Tigger. Tigger: Ah, but tiggers can't climb down, 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: Say, who are you? Narrator: I'm the narrator. Tigger: Oh, well, please, for goodness' sakes, narrate me down from here.

Tigger: Come on, Rabbit. Let's you and me bounce. Rabbit: Good heavens! Me bounce? Tigger: Why, certainly! Look, you've got the feet for it. Rabbit: I have? Tigger: Sure. Come on, try it. It makes ya feel just grrreat!

Tigger: (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 / But the most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one / I'm the only one.

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.

(singing) Winnie the Pooh: Hum dum de dum, hum dum de dum / I am so rumbly in my tumbly. Winnie the Pooh: (hits head) Ooh! Winnie the Pooh: 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 climb there / I'm so rumbly in my tumbly / Time for something... for something... Winnie the Pooh: (branch breaks) ... sweet! To eat!

Winnie the Pooh: Well, isn't that the Rabbit's voice? Rabbit: (talking into a honey jar) I don't think so. It isn't meant to be.

Eeyore: W-O-L, that spells owl. Owl: Bless my soul, so it does.

Rabbit: (drawing on Pooh's backside when he's stuck in Rabbit's door) Oh Pooh! You messed up my moose!

Winnie the Pooh: Is anybody at home? (no answer) Winnie the Pooh: What I said was, "Is anybody at home?" Rabbit: No. Winnie the Pooh: Bother. Isn't there anybody here at all? Rabbit: Nobody. Winnie the Pooh: Must be somebody there because somebody must have said "Nobody."

Christopher Robin: Pooh, promise you won't forget me, ever? Winnie the Pooh: Oh, I won't, Christopher, I promise. Christopher Robin: Not even when I'm a hundred? Winnie the Pooh: How old shall I be then? Christopher Robin: Ninety-nine. Christopher Robin: (chuckles) Silly old bear.

Narrator: Wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in their enchanted place on top of the forest, a little bear will always be waiting.

Narrator: This could be the room of any small boy, but it just happens to belong to a boy named 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 his 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.

Roo: (swinging on Tigger's tail) Don't swing on a swing. / It's much too frail. / The best kind of swing / Is a Tigger's tail. Whee!

Tigger: (while Roo is swinging on his tail) Stop this, kid! Stop! (cut to his point of view) S-T-O-P! Stop! You're rocking the forest!

Roo: What's the matter, Tigger? Tigger: I was just feeling a little seasick from... seeing too much.

Narrator: And so we come to the last chapter, in which Pooh and Christopher Robin go to the enchanted part of the forest, and we say goodbye. Winnie the Pooh: Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can't we just go back to page one and start all over again? Narrator: Sorry, Pooh, but all stories have an ending, you know. Winnie the Pooh: Oh, bother.

Narrator: Yes, the time has come at last. Christopher Robin was heading off to school. No one else in the forest knew why or where he was going, just that it had something to do with twice-times, and how to make things called ABCs, and where a place called Brazil is.

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