The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh Page #6

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Roo, are you ready

for some bouncing?

Yeah! You and me

are good bouncers.

Just a moment, dear.

Hold still. Goodness,

you're bouncy today.

That's what roos do the "best-est."

- Now keep your scarf on.

- Not so tight, Mama.

- Is your sweater warm enough?

- Yes, Mother.

Well, come on, Roo. Let's go!

Tigger, have Roo home

in time for his nap.

And be careful!

Don't worry, Mrs. Kanga.

L'll take care of the little nipper.

Da, da, da, da

Da, da, da, da

Ah! What a perfect day!

Peace and quiet...

and thank goodness, no Tigger.

Say, look, look, look.

If it isn't old long-ears.

Can tiggers ice-skate

as fancy as Mr. Rabbit?

Can tiggers ice-skate?

Why, that's what tiggers do the best.

Whee!

Say, this is a cinch.

Whee!

- Oh, no. Not him!

- Uh-oh, look out. I can't... Watch out!

- It can't be!

- Out of the way! Out of the way!

Look out! I can't... Whoa!

Oh, why does it

always have to be me?

Why, oh, why, oh, why?

Tigger, Tigger, are you all right?

Yuck!

Tiggers don't like ice skating.

So Tigger and Roo went farther

into the Hundred-Acre Wood...

Iooking for something

that tiggers do best.

I bet you can climb trees,

huh, Tigger?

Climb trees?

That's what tiggers do best!

Only tiggers don't climb trees.

They bounce them!

Come on, let's go.

I almost bounced

clear out of the book.

Some bouncing, huh?

Say, how did this tree get so high?

Hey. H-H-Hey!

Hey, what's happening now?

Don't swing on a string.

It's much too frail.

The best kind of swing

is a tigger's tail. Whee!

S-S-Stop that, kid. Please.

S-T-O-P, stop.

You're rocking the forest.

- What's the matter, Tigger?

- Whew! Oh, thank goodness.

I was just getting seasick

from seeing too much.

Well, we'll just have to leave Tigger

up in the tree top for a little while.

Because, at the bottom

of the next page...

Pooh is having a problem of his own.

- What are you doing, Pooh?

- Shh!

- Tracking something.

- Tracking what?

Well, that's what I asked myself,

Piglet. What?

And what do you think

you'll answer yourself?

I shall have to wait

until I catch up with it.

Pooh, for a bear

of very little brain...

- you sure are a smart one!

- Thank you, Piglet.

- Aha, ha!

- Oh!

N-N-Now w-w-what?

A very mysterious thing, Piglet.

A whole new set of tracks. See?

And so it seemed to be.

There were the tracks

joining each other here...

getting mixed up

with each other there.

But to Pooh, quite plainly,

four sets of paw marks.

Piglet, whatever it was

that made these tracks...

has now been joined

by a "whatever-it-is."

Y-Y-Yes. A-And all of them

are proceeding in company.

Piglet, I wasn't exactly

expecting company.

N-N-Neither was I, Pooh.

So they went on,

feeling a little anxious now...

in case the animals in front of them

were of hostile intent.

Halloo!

Look, look, Piglet...

there's something

in that tree over there.

- Is it one of the f-f-fiercer animals?

- Halloo!

Yes. It's a "jagular."

W-What do

jagulars d-do, Pooh?

Well, jagulars always call,

"Halloo!"

And when you look up,

they drop on you.

I'm looking down, P-P-Pooh.

Halloo!

Hey, Tigger,

it's Pooh and Piglet.

Pooh! Piglet!

Why, it's only Tigger and Roo.

Come on.

Hello, Roo. Hey, what are you

and Tigger doing up there?

I'm all right,

but Tigger's stuck.

Help, somebody! Please!

Get Christopher Robin.

Well, it wasn't too long before word

got back to Christopher Robin and

the others that Tigger was in trouble.

Hello, Pooh.

Hello, Piglet. What's up?

Tigger and Roo are up...

Oh, my goodness.

Roo, how did you get way up there?

Easy, Mama. We bounced up.

Oh, gracious.

Do be careful, dear.

I'm all right, Mama,

but Tigger's stuck.

Oh, what a shame.

That's too bad.

No, that's good. You see,

he can't bounce anybody up there.

Oh, dear. We'll just have

to get him down somehow.

Down? Down?

Do we have to?

Come on, everyone.

Let's hold the corner of my coat.

You're first, Roo. Jump!

Try not to fall too fast, dear.

Whee!

- Oh, thank goodness.

- Gee, that was fun!

Come on, Tigger.

It doesn't hurt. Jump!

- You're next, Tigger. Jump!

- Jump?

Tiggers don't jump.

They bounce.

Then bounce down.

Don't be "ridiccorous."

Tiggers only bounce up!

You can climb down, Tigger.

Ah, but tiggers can't climb down, uh,

because, uh, their tails get in the way.

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!

Forever?

Oh, if I ever get out of this...

I promise never

to bounce again, never!

I heard that, Tigger. He promised!

Did you hear him promise?

I heard him. I heard him!

You heard him, didn't you? Didn't you?

Well, Tigger, your bouncing

really got you into trouble this time.

Say, who are you?

I'm the narrator.

Oh, well, please, for goodness' sakes,

narrate me down from here.

Very well. Hold on tight.

You can let go now, Tigger.

N-N-Never.

But, Tigger, look for yourself.

You're perfectly safe.

What did I tell you, Tigger?

Come on. Back we go.

Oh! Good old terra firma.

Say, I'm so happy,

I feel like bouncing.

Uh-uh-uh!

You promised. You promised.

Oh. Oh, I did, didn't I?

You mean, I can't ever bounce again?

- Never!

- Never?

Not even just one

teensy, weensy bounce?

Not even a smidgen of a bounce.

Oh, the poor dear.

Oh, that's too bad.

Christopher Robin,

I like the old bouncy Tigger best.

- So do I, Roo.

- I do too.

- Me too!

Of course, we all do.

Don't you agree, Rabbit?

- L-l...

- Well, Rabbit?

Well, I, uh...

That is, uh...

Uh, what I mean...

- Well?

- Well, I, ah...

Oh, all right.

I guess I like

the old Tigger better too.

Oh, boy! You mean,

I can have my bounce back?

Come on, Rabbit.

Let's you and me bounce.

Good heavens! Me bounce?

Why, certainly!

Look, you've got the feet for it.

- I have?

- Sure. Come on, try it.

It makes you feel just g-g-great!

- Well, say, it does, doesn't it?

- Yes, it does.

- Well, come on, everybody, bounce!

- Come on, bounce.

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

And so, we come to the last chapter...

in which Christopher Robin and Pooh

come to the enchanted place...

- and we say good-bye.

- Good-bye?

Oh, no, please, can't we go back

to page one and do it all over again?

Sorry, Pooh, but all stories

have an ending, you know.

Oh, bother.

Yes, the time had come at last.

Christopher Robin

was going away to school.

Nobody else in the forest knew

exactly why or where he was going.

All they knew was it had something

to do with "twice times"...

and how to make things

called "A-B-C's"...

and where a place called Brazil is.

- Pooh?

- Huh?

What do you like doing

best in the world?

What I like best

is me going to visit you...

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