The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

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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.

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.

Deep in the Hundred-Acre Wood

Where Christopher Robin plays

You'll find

the enchanted neighborhood

Of Christopher's

childhood days

A donkey named Eeyore

is his friend

And Kanga and little Roo

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

- Pooh!

- Winnie the Pooh

- Pooh!

Tubby little cubby

all stuffed with fluff

He's Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Willy-nilly, silly old bear

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.

- Now, when Pooh heard

his "pooh-coo" clock...

- Pooh-coo.

Pooh-coo, pooh-coo, pooh-coo,

pooh-coo, pooh-coo.

He knew it was time

for something.

But he was a bear

of very little brain.

So when he thought, he thought in

the most thoughtful way he could think.

I haven't thought of anything,

have you?

Nor neither have I.

Think, think, think.

Oh, yes. Time for

my stoutness exercise.

Up, down, up.

When I up, down

touch the ground

It puts me in the mood

Up, down, touch the ground

In the mood for food

I am stout, round

and I have found

Speaking poundage-wise

I improve my appetite

when I exercise

Oh, stuff and fluff.

That's better. Thank you.

Now, where was I?

Oh, yes. I'm rumbly in my tumbly.

Time for something sweet.

I am short, fat

and proud of that

So with all my might

I up, down, up, down

To my appetite's delight

While I up, down

touch the ground

I think of things to chew

Like honey and milk

and chocolate.

With a hefty, happy appetite

I'm a hefty, happy pooh

With a hefty, happy appetite

he's a hefty, happy pooh

Oh, bother. Empty again.

Only the sticky part is left.

That buzzing noise

means something.

And the only reason for making

a buzzing noise that I know of...

is because you're a... a bee!

And the only reason for being a bee

is to make honey.

And the only reason for making honey

is so I can eat it.

And so Winnie the Pooh

climbed the honey tree.

He climbed and he climbed

and he climbed.

- And as he climbed,

he hummed a little hum.

- Hum, hum

Hum, hum

And I call it

my "rumbly in my tumbly" song.

Yes, and it went

something like this.

Hum dum de dum

Hum dum de dum

I am so rumbly

in my tumbly

Oh!

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 sweet to eat!

If only I hadn't...

You see, what I meant to do...

And it all comes, I suppose,

from liking honey so much.

Oh, bother.

Winnie the Pooh

crawled out of the gorse bush...

brushed the prickles from his nose

and began to think again.

- Think, think, think.

- And the first person

he thought of was...

- Winnie the Pooh?

- No. Christopher Robin.

Oh.

Christopher Robin lived

in another part of the forest...

where he could be near his friends

and help them with their problems.

On this summer day,

gloomy old Eeyore...

being stuffed with sawdust,

had lost his tail again.

- Eeyore, this won't hurt.

- Never does.

There now. Did I get your tail

back on properly, Eeyore?

No matter. Most likely

lose it again anyway.

It is my considered opinion...

that Eeyore's tail should be

placed a trifle to the, uh, right.

And now, if you were to ask me,

I think it's just a wee bit...

South.

No, no. North, dear.

Cheer up, Eeyore. Don't be so gloomy.

Try swishing it.

- It worked. It worked.

- Oh, goody! Hooray!

Thanks. It's not much of a tail,

but I'm sort of attached to it.

- Good morning, Christopher Robin.

- Oh, good morning, Winnie the Pooh.

- Good morning, Pooh bear.

- Good morning, Pooh bear.

If it is a good morning,

which I doubt.

- What are you looking for, Pooh bear?

- I just said to myself, coming along

thinking and wondering...

if you had such a thing as, uh...

such a thing, Christopher,

uh, as a balloon, about you.

What do you want a balloon for?

- Honey.

- But you don't get honey

with a balloon.

- I do.

- How?

I shall fly like a bee,

up to the honey tree. See?

But just a minute.

You can't fool the bees that way.

You'll see.

Now, would you be so kind as to tow me

to a muddy place of which I know of.

So Christopher Robin towed Winnie

the Pooh to the very muddy place.

And Pooh rolled and rolled

until he was black all over.

There, now.

- Isn't this a clever disguise?

- What are you supposed to be?

I'm a little, black

rain cloud, of course.

Silly old bear.

Now, would you aim me

at the bees, please?

- Careful, Pooh. Hold on tight.

- Yes.

- Four...

- Yes.

- Three...

- Yes.

- Two...

- Yes.

- One!

I'm just a little, black rain cloud

Hovering under the honey tree

I'm only a little, black rain cloud

Pay no attention to little me

Oh, everyone knows

that a rain cloud

Never eats honey

no, not a nip

I'm just floating around

over the ground

Wondering where I will drip

Christopher Robin,

I think the bees...

S-U-S-P-E-C-T something.

Perhaps they think

you're after their honey.

Well, it may be that.

You never can tell with bees.

Oh, I'm just

a little, black rain cloud

Hovering under the honey tree

Christopher Robin!

I think it would help

with this deception...

if you would just kind of open

your umbrella and say...

- "Tut, tut, it looks like rain."

- Tut, tut, it looks like rain.

Tut, tut, it looks like rain.

Christopher Robin, I have come

to a very important decision.

These are the wrong sorts of bees.

Excuse me, please, bees.

Christopher Robin!

Oh, bother!

I think I shall come down.

L'll catch you, Pooh.

Hurry, come on. The bees!

Help, Christopher!

Christopher Robin,

you never can tell with bees.

Now, Pooh was not the sort

to give up easily.

When he put his mind to honey,

he stuck to it.

Now, honey rhymes with bunny...

and bunny rhymes with, uh...

Rabbit?

Yeah, I like Rabbit

because he uses short, easy words...

like, "How about lunch"

and "Help yourself, Pooh."

Pooh? Lunch?

Oh, no. Not again.

Oh, my. Oh, my.

Oh, my goodness gracious!

Is anybody at home?

What I said was,

"Is anybody at home?"

- No.

- Bother.

- Isn't there anybody here at all?

- Nobody.

Must be somebody there because

somebody must have said, "Nobody."

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