Pooh's Grand Adventure: The Search for Christopher Robin

[narrator] Once upon the last day

of a golden summer,

there was a boy... and bear.

The boy, whom we shall meet in

a moment, was called Christopher Robin.

The bear was called Winnie the Pooh.

And together they had many

grand adventures in a remarkable place

called the Hundred Acre Wood.

But the grandest and most extraordinary

of all their adventures

was still to begin.

T oday, I believe, is a good day

for being Pooh.

[hums]

And here, I should say,

is a good place for being Pooh.

[hums]

Any reason that I think of

is a good one for being Pooh.

[hums]

[Iaughs]

But the very best reason of all is...

[boy] Pooh Bear.

...being with my very best friend,

Christopher Robin.

You are just in time

for the best part of the day.

What part is that?

The part when you and me...

...become we.

[clattering]

Pooh,...

there's something I have to tell you.

Is it something nice?

Not exactly.

Then it can wait.

It can? For how Iong?

For ever and ever.

# For ever and ever

# Is a very long time, Pooh

[chuckles] # Forever isn't long at all

# When I'm with you [laughs]

# I wanna call your name forever

# And you will always answer forever

# And both of us will be

Forever you and me

# For ever and ever

[creaking, pop]

# I wanna stay like this forever

[Pooh Iaughs]

# If only I could promise forever

[Iaughing echoes]

# Then we could just be we

# Forever you and me

[both] # For ever and ever

# For ever and ever

# Is a very long time, Pooh

[Pooh chuckles]

# Forever isn't long at all, Christopher

# When I'm with you

[Pooh chuckles]

# I wanna be with you forever

[echoes] # I want you right here

beside me forever

# One thing you should know

# No matter where I go

# We'll always be together

# For ever and ever #

[narrator] And so they stayed together,

doing all the things

a boy and a bear could do.

And when the day began to end,

Christopher Robin had quite forgotten

he still had something to tell Pooh.

[Christopher] Pooh Bear,

there's one thing we didn't do today.

[Pooh] And what thing might that be?

[Christopher] Uh... nothing.

Nothing?

Christopher Robin,

what exactly is "doing nothing"?

Well, I'm told it means

going along, Iistening to

all of the things you can't hear,

and not bothering.

It's when people say

"What are you two doing?"

And we say "Oh, nothing."

And we do it.

This is sort of a nothing thing

we're doing right now.

I wish it could Iast forever.

Well, then we must do it again tomorrow.

And the tomorrow after.

And the tomorrow following that.

Pooh Bear,... what if... some day...

there came a tomorrow

when we were apart?

As Iong as we're apart together

we shall certainly be fine.

[chuckles] Yes, yes, of course.

But if we weren't together?

If I were somewhere else?

[chuckles] But you really couldn't be,

as I would be quite Iost without you.

Who would I call...

[buzzing]

...on those days

when I'm just not strong enough,

or brave enough?

Well, actually...

And who would I ask for advice

when I didn't know which way to turn?

Pooh, we...

We... We simply wouldn't be.

[yawns]

Oh, Pooh.

If ever there's a tomorrow

when we're not together,

there's something you must remember.

[yawns] And what might that be,

Christopher Robin?

You're braver than you believe,

and stronger than you seem,

and smarter than you think.

[chuckles] Oh, that's easy.

[clears throat]

We are braver than a bee,

and, uh, Ionger than a tree,

and taller than a goose.

Or was that a moose?

[both chuckle]

No, silly old bear.

You're braver than you believe,

and stronger than you seem...

and smarter than you think.

But the most important thing is...

even if we're apart...

I'II always be with you.

[Pooh chuckles]

I'II always be with you.

[echoing] AIways be with you.

[Pooh moans]

[birds twitter]

[mutters]

[snores]

Braver than our beans.

[snores]

Longer when we gleam.

[snores]

Hum dee duh de dum.

Hm dee duh-duh dee.

[mutters]

[Iaughs]

Hello, Christopher Robin.

I can't seem to remember the...

To remember the, uh,...

It's autumn.

It is. It's the first day of autumn.

A time of hot-chocolaty mornings

and toasty-marshmallow evenings.

And best of all.... Ieaping into Ieaves.

Oh... [chuckles]

Oh, someone's Ieft a honey pot.

AII alone and Ionely.

[groans] With no one to care for it.

I suppose...

I should take it.

AIthough it might belong to someone.

Though, just as easily not.

Hmm.

Think, think. Think.

I believe when a question becomes

this sticky,

I should ask my very good friend...

Christopher Robin.

[echoing] Christopher Robin.

Are you here?

Are you there?

Are you... anywhere?

[Pooh] Piglet!

Piglet! Christopher Robin is gone.

Christopher... Chri...

Why, Piglet, whatever are you doing...

up there?

I'm doing just what Christopher Robin

said I should do.

I'm going to Iook my fear of heights

right in the face and conquer it.

[creaking]

That is, if it doesn't conquer me first.

Christopher Robin!

Are you Iooking for him, too?

[Tigger purrs]

Hiya, Pooh! [chuckles]

- What's up?

- Hello, Tigger.

Piglet... is up.

Help!

Oh, relax, Piglet, old pal.

There's no difference between plunging

1 0,000 feet to the jagged rocks below

and tumblin' out of bed.

Oh, really?

Why, sure! [Iaughs]

Except for the splat at the end

they're practic'Iy similar.

Christopher Robin!

Hmm.

CIutched in the throes of terror, eh?

Well, I guess I just better

bounce up there and get him down.

Stand back, this is gonna take

a world's record bounce.

What's the matter with you?

Being a second-rate bouncer

is not what tiggers Iike best.

[rumbling]

[creaking]

[creaking]

[strains]

[strains]

[shrieks]

It doesn't matter

if you think you're not ripe.

This is Rabbit's garden, and Rabbit

does his harvesting by the book.

As it clearly says

in the official almanac,

"Today is... [clears throat]

the first day of fall

following the Iast day of summer."

Harvest day.

Any questions?

[Pooh] Hello.

Oh, yes, the rutabaga in the back row,

"Hello" what?

[rumbling]

[shrieks]

[Pooh] Hello, Rabbit.

Not much of a house.

Just right for not much of a donkey.

[Rabbit gibbers]

[shrieks]

Easy come,... easy go.

Excuse me, Rabbit,...

but would you happen to have a...

a, um,... Christopher Robin about you?

No! I haven't seen him.

- Bother.

- [thud]

- He isn't where he should be.

- [thud]

- And wasn't where we were.

- [thud]

- And seems not to be anywhere...

- [thud]

...where he can tell me

whose honey this is.

[thud]

Well, it isn't mine.

And I don't have time. It's harvest day!

Says so in the book!

I have carrots to cut, pumpkins to pick,

peas to pluck!

Well, of course it's mine.

It's got my name scribbled all over it.

T-I double g...

Honey?! Yuck!

P-tooie! BIech!

Tiggers do not Iike honey.

It isn't mine.

Then again, few things are.

[grunts and groans]

Oh, here!

If only I could find Christopher Robin.

He could tell me whose it is.

Why don't you check the note

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