The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh Page #2

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- Rabbit, isn't that you?

- No!

Well, isn't that the Rabbit's voice?

I don't think so.

It isn't meant to be.

- Hello, Rabbit.

- Oh.

Oh, hello, Pooh bear.

Pooh bear!

Uh, uh...

What a pleasant surprise.

Uh, how about lunch?

Oh, thank you, Rabbit.

And help yourself, Pooh.

Uh, would you like condensed milk

or honey on your bread?

Both. But never mind the bread, please.

Just a small helping, if you please.

Huh, there you are.

Is, uh, something wrong?

Well, I did mean

a little larger "small helping."

Perhaps it would save time

if you took the whole jar.

Thank you, Rabbit.

So Pooh ate and ate

and ate and ate...

and ate and ate

and ate and ate...

and ate.

Until at last he said to Rabbit...

in a rather sticky voice:

I must be going now.

Good-bye, Rabbit.

Well, good-bye, if you're sure

you won't have any more.

- Is there any more?

- No, there isn't.

I thought not.

Oh, oh, help and bother!

I'm stuck.

Oh, dear. Oh, gracious. Oh.

Well, it all comes

from eating too much.

It all comes from not having

front doors big enough!

Oh, dear, it's no use.

There's only one thing to do.

L'll get Christopher Robin.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Oh, my. Heavens to Betsy.

- Well, if it isn't Pooh bear.

- Oh, hello, Owl.

Splendid day to be up and about

one's business, quite, eh?

Oh.

I say, are you stuck?

No, no, just resting...

and thinking

and humming to myself.

You, sir, are stuck...

a wedged bear,

in a great tightness.

In a word, irremovable.

Now obviously, this situation

calls for an expert.

Somebody call

for an excavation expert?

I'm not in the book,

but I'm at your service.

Gopher's the name.

Here's my card.

- What's your problem?

- Yes, yes, yes, yes.

It seems the entrance

to Rabbit's domicile is impassable.

Uh, to be exact, plugged.

And you want me to dig it out?

Precisely.

Uh, I say, it's over here,

my good fellow.

Oh, the first thing to be done

is get rid of that bear.

He's gummin' up the whole project.

Dash it all, he is the project!

Um, hard digging.

Might hit bedrock.

Danger of cave-in. Risky.

Need planks for bracing.

Big job. Take two, three days.

Three days?

What about lunches?

No problem, I always go home for lunch.

Oh, oh! This will run into money.

I, uh... I say, how much?

Do the job for hourly rate

plus cover materials, plus overtime...

plus ten percent.

- And your estimate?

- Nope, can't give an estimate.

- Too risky.

- Blast it all.

- Good idea! We'll dynamite. Save time.

- Eh, what's the charge?

The charge? Oh, about

seven sticks of dynamite.

Oh, no, no, no, the cost!

The charge in money?

Nope, no charge account.

I work strictly cash.

Obviously, but, I should think...

Well, I can't stand around lollygagging

all day. I got a tight schedule.

If you think it over,

let me know. You got my card.

I'm not in the book, you know.

Oh. Dash it all, he's gone.

After all,

he's not in the book, you know.

- Oh.

- Here we come. Don't worry.

Cheer up, Pooh bear.

We're coming.

- We'll get you out.

- Well, maybe.

Silly old bear.

Here, give me your paw.

Ow. It's no use. I'm stuck.

Well, if we can't pull you out, Pooh,

perhaps we can push you back.

Oh, no! Not that!

Oh, my gracious!

Oh, dear!

Having got this far,

it seems a pity to waste it.

Pooh bear, there's only

one thing we can do:

- Wait for you to get thin again.

- Oh, bother. How long will that take?

Days. Weeks. Months.

Who knows?

Oh, dear.

If I have to face that...

that thing for months...

well, I might as well

make the best of it.

Oh, no!

There it is again!

Well, l'll just turn it to the wall.

Oh, dear!

Yes, a frame. Uh-huh.

Oh. No, no, no. No.

Very nice.

And a splash of color.

Oh, it just doesn't have

that rustic, informal look.

There, a hunting trophy.

Aha! I know just the thing.

Something tickles.

Oh, Pooh!

You messed up my moose!

Pooh, Roo has a little surprise for you.

- Flowers.

- Honeysuckle.

No, Pooh, you don't eat them.

You smell them.

Oh.

That's not bad. Not bad at all.

It's rather good, I think.

- Ah...

- Oh, no! Hold it!

Oh, no! No, help!

Why did I ever invite

that bear to lunch?

Why, oh, why, oh, why?

While Pooh's bottom was stuck

at the top of page 28...

his top was stuck

at the bottom of page 30.

So both ends waited

to get thin again...

day after day...

night after lonely night.

I wonder what's for breakfast.

Breakfast.

Lunch.

Huh? A lunch box!

It certainly is!

I'm working the swing shift, you know.

Time for my midnight snack.

Say, ain't you that stuck-up bear?

Hmm. I still think I could

blast you out of there.

Uh, what sort of lunch

is in that lunch box?

Well, let's see here.

Ah, um, oh!

Summer squash...

salmon salad, succotash,

spiced custard...

and honey.

- Honey?

- Honey? Oh, no!

Could you spare

a small smackerel?

Say, you ought to do something

about that speech impediment, sonny.

- Oh, thank you, Gopher.

- Oh, no! Not that!

No, no, no, no, no!

Not one drop!

But, Rabbit,

I wasn't going to eat it.

I was just going to taste it.

L'll taste it for you.

That supercilious scoundrel

confiscated my honey.

Don't feed the bear.

I'm going to skedaddle.

I'm not in the book.

And I'm "ding danged" glad of it!

And then one morning

when Rabbit was beginning to think...

that he might never be able to use

his front door again, it happened.

He budged. Hooray!

"Christopher Crobbin."

No, "Chrostofer Rubin."

He "bidged!" He "badged!" He "booged!"

- Today is the day!

- Hooray for you

Hooray for me

Hooray, hooray

The pooh will soon be free

Dum ba dum

ba dum ba dum ba dum

Now the time has

come for proving

What the diet did for Pooh

And since we pledged

he'd be unwedged

That's what we're going to do

He'll be pulled

and he'll be tugged

And eventually unplugged

We'll have a tug-of-war

To open Rabbit's door

Think "heave-age,"think "ho-age"

And out the pooh will "go-age"

For mind over matter

Has made the pooh "un-fatter"

Heave-ho

Heave-ho

Heave, heave, heave, heave, heave

- There he goes!

- Suffering sassafras.

He's sailing clean out of the book!

Quick! Turn the page!

Stuck again.

Don't worry, Pooh.

We'll get you out.

No hurry. Take your time.

Yum-yum.

Bears love honey

and I'm a pooh bear

Yum, yum, yum, yum

Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp

Yum, yum, yum, yum

Time for something sweet

And so we come

to the next chapter in which...

But I haven't finished yet.

But, Pooh, you're in the next chapter.

Oh. What happens to me?

Well, let's turn the page

and find out.

Now, one fine day, the east wind...

traded places with the west wind.

And that stirred things up a bit

all through the Hundred-Acre Wood.

Now, on this blustery day...

Pooh decided to visit

his thoughtful spot.

Yes, and on the way

I made up a little hum.

And it hums something like this.

Hum dum, dum ditty dum

Hum dum, dum

Oh, the wind is lashing lustily

and the trees are thrashing thrustily

And the leaves are rustling gustily

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