Goodbye Christopher Robin Page #6

and I thought that we could...

Could we go to the woods?

I've got heaps of

writing to do, I'm afraid.

Perhaps later.

ANNOUNCER:

People of Ashdown...

...I give you

Queen Elizabeth the First.

(APPLAUSE)

King Henry the Eighth.

Boudicca.

Lord Nelson.

And now, a little boy

and his bear...

...who will be forever playing

somewhere in our hearts.

I give you some of the

most important people...

...who ever visited

this magnificent forest.

(APPLAUSE CONTINUES)

ALFRED:
I can assure you,

Druckers Tea Rooms

do an excellent fruitcake.

OLIVE:
I don't quite approve of

fruitcake except at weddings.

Nou, was I good?

Oh. Ever so ever so.

Shall we all go for tea?

No, thanks.

Billy!

That was a bit rude.

NEWSCASTER:
Once upon a time,

a boy might want to be

Huckleberry Finn

rafting down the Mississippi.

Now, he wants to be

Christopher Robin

playing in the

Hundred Acre Wood.

One little boy though really

is Christopher Robin.

And here he is.

In England's

Ashdown Forest itself,

the home of the real

Winnie the Pooh.

Surely, this is the happiest

young man on Earth.

And here's his

mother and father.

They're here in America

to promote

the latest adventures...

...of the most fashionable

bear in the world.

REPORTER:
Mrs. Milne,

what's the first thing

you want to do in America?

Well, I should love to

go to a speakeasy.

MAN:
Mrs. Milne is joking,

of course.

She knows that

speakeasies are illegal.

Of course I know

they're illegal.

That's what makes them fun.

Really?

Oh. No, thank you.

MAN:
I can't believe

I'm talking to the father

of the real Christopher Robin.

Well, you know, the boy in the

book isn't exactly my son.

But his name

is Christopher Robin

and he does like

to climb trees?

Yes, that's true,

but we don't...

I imagine you making up all

those stories at his bedside...

That's wonderful. Excuse me,

I must find my wife.

DAPHNE:
Have

a lovely evening.

(GASPS)

Isn't it all marvelous.

It's just like London

but with more money.

I thought when

people liked a book,

it was the author

they sucked up to.

All anyone wants to talk about

is Christopher Robin. Watch.

Hello.

I know you'll be

talking to the real

Christopher Robin tomorrow...

...and I wondered

if you could wish him

a happy birthday

from all his American fans?

Hmm.

OLIVE:
One arm.

Two.

(DRUMS BANGING)

(GASPS)

What's that?

Downstairs and answer

the door, young man.

You're master of the house.

Who is it?

Surprise.

Mummy and Daddy!

Well now, it might not be

Mummy and Daddy.

(MARCHING BAND

PLAYING OUTSIDE)

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, my jolly golly.

Did you like that,

Christopher Robin?

Should you like them

to play again?

Do I, Nou?

Do I want them to play again?

I should think you do.

They're a present

from Mummy and Daddy.

Happy Birthday,

Billy Moon.

(MARCHING BAND PLAYING HAPPY BIRTHDAY)

We had a wonderful day.

I'm working on the tree house.

It's nearly done.

So you had

a Happy Birthday?

The best ever.

We had sausages in the woods.

But it's been raining.

Raining and raining.

Nou says we might

have to build an ark.

Well, don't go

messing up my toolshed.

Oh, no, I think

she was making a joke.

When will you be home?

I'll be back before you can

say Jack Robinson.

Jack Robinson.

I already said it

and you're not back.

You know Nou is

terribly bad at bowling.

And I'm afraid I'm not getting

enough practice in the nets.

Sadly, we're

running out of time.

Happy Birthday,

Christopher Robin.

You've been listening

to Mr. A.A. Milne,

author of Winnie the Pooh...

...and father of the actual

Christopher Robin.

Imagine that.

MAN:
(ON RADIO)

Gentlemen, do you want

that barbershop shave from

the comfort of your own home?

I don't understand.

Why was there

someone else talking?

And why did he call me

Christopher Robin?

He never calls me

Christopher Robin.

Get your great big

waterproof boots.

But it's the middle

of the night.

Two, three,

four, five, six.

Now.

(GASPS)

OLIVE:
I think it's time

Little Billy Moon

got better acquainted

with Big Moon himself.

Pooh Sticks?

(OWL HOOTING)

Noises. There are

nighttime noises.

That's because

it's nighttime.

Don't worry.

Ready?

Yes.

Go!

A person should do

the things a person loves

with the people

a person loves...

...because you never know

what happens next.

Hmm.

What a very agile wolf.

Do you think a giraffe

would be happy

with a wolf on his back?

Oh, look who's here!

Blue!

Mummy!

Hello! How are you,

old chap?

I'm good.

DAPHNE:
Oh, you look

such a duck!

Didn't I say

he'd look a duck?

We're going to have

such times, Moon.

Shall we

go to the woods?

The woods will have to wait.

What do you think of this?

It's very shiny.

It's been sent to take us

somewhere special in London.

You're not staying?

No, we're just here

to collect Billy.

Go get changed. Quick.

MAN:
How do you do,

Mr. Christopher Robin?

My name is Mr. Elliot

and I am the manager

of this fine toy shop.

What's a manager?

Well, I suppose I make

all the decisions.

I said let's have

a grand competition...

...to win tea with

the real Christopher Robin...

...and the real

Winnie the Pooh.

No. It's not real.

It's a lie!

Excuse us.

You're the luckiest boy

in the world

because you know

the real Winnie the Pooh.

Most people have to make do

with a pretend one.

You can make do

just this once, can't you?

Are you my manager then?

Whatever gave you such

a notion? I'm your mother.

(AS WINNIE THE POOH)

I have an idea.

Why don't we do something

ever so ever so now?

Don't do Winnie's voice

when it's not Winnie.

It's nothing like Winnie.

It's not even real.

(CROWD CLAMORING)

Why is he called

Winnie the Pooh?

Well, there was a swan

and I wanted to call it,

and Blue...

I mean, A.A. Milne.

I mean, Daddy said if you call

it Pooh and it doesn't come...

...you can just pretend

you were saying "pooh."

(ALL LAUGHING)

GIRL:
So it's

not a real name?

My bear has a different name

in real life.

And I've got a different name

in real life.

And there's no good asking

because we shan't tell.

They're our names

and we're keeping them.

OLIVE:
This one

is from Samoa.

Is there anywhere

in the world

where they haven't heard

of Winnie the Pooh?

OLIVE:
Perhaps the Highveld.

Can I go to the Highveld?

(SIGHS)

Don't you just

look perfect.

Ah, Nanny.

A quick word.

I thought

you might wear this.

It has panache,

don't you think?

Like the one the Nanny wears

in Mr. Milne's poem.

Yes, exactly.

We don't want people

to be disappointed

because you don't look the way

you do in the book.

I'm not in the book, ma'am.

The nanny in the book

is called Alice.

Only because

it rhymes with palace.

Unlike "Nanny" which rhymes

with nothing polite.

Are people going

to look at us, Nou?

Like they look at

Winnie the Bear in the zoo?

No, Moon,

I don't think they are...

...because we are

going to go in disguise.

Thank you very much for

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