Winnie the Pooh: A Very Merry Pooh Year Page #2

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-Quick, the letter.

- We've got to get it back.

-I did.

What are you waiting for?

Put down a present for Pooh.

- He can't.

-Why not?

You have the pencil, Rabbit.

Right. Here.

Now let me see.

I believe what I wanted was a...

Oh, no. I should really

like to have a...

- Or perhaps a...

-Oh, just give him a pot of honey.

Why, thank you, Rabbit.

One pot of...

You're welcome, Pooh.

Since he's been so good this year,

why don't you make it

two pots of honey?

Two pots of...

Oh, Rabbit,

you are indeed most generous.

Is there something

I could ask of Santa for you?

Why, Pooh, how nice. Actually...

Two flyswatters for Rabbit.

- Two flyswatters.

-RABBIT:
Thank you.

But I really have everything I've...

[GASPS] Well, there is one thing.

A sprayer that'll take care

of those bugs forever.

Been wanting one for years,

but been afraid to ask.

Then I shall ask for you. Piglet.

Could we have one of,

whatever those are,

for our dear friend, Rabbit?

Say, can I ask for something

for somebody? Can I? Can I?

Eeyore wants an umbrella for his house,

but what he really needs is a new house.

Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! No, two houses.

Oh, split the difference.

Make it a whole condominimum.

- Well, thanks.

-And four snowshoes for Tigger,

so he can bounce six times higher.

Say, I like this guy's mathematicals.

RABBIT:

No, spring-powered snowshoes

so he can bounce halfway to the moon.

Thanks, Rabbit.

And ten pots of honey for Pooh.

- Eleven.

-it's the season of giving.

Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! This is gonna be

the bestest Christmas of all!

Christmas? Oh, dear, what time is it?

Half past the day before Christmas.

-[RINGS]

-ALL:
The day before Christmas?

Oh, my gosh! Quick! Quick!

Get that to Sandy,

hasty posty.

- But aren't you coming with us?

-With all the stuff we're getting,

we gotta find a bigger tree

to put it under.

Is the wind pointing

to the North Pole, Piglet?

Uh... I'm not sure, Pooh.

And I don't think the

wind is sure either.

I'm certain the letter knows its way.

[GOPHER SNORING]

[CLOCK TICKING]

RABBIT:
Gopher's not going to like this.

Yeah, but if we was to let him

hibernate through Christmas,

he'd hate us in the morning.

[ALARM BLARING]

Suf... Sufferin' mistletoe!

Can't a rodent

get a little sleep around here?

- Yeah, but, Gopher, we need your help.

-Got a big job for ya.

[MOANING] Come back in the spring.

- But this is for Santa Claus.

-Sandy Claus?

[HAMMERING]

[MOANING] All I gotta say is

old Saint Nick better appreciate this.

[GROANING]

Tell me where you want it!

Tell me where you want it!

- Over here.

-Thataway.

- To your left.

-Right.

- Your other right.

-This way!

Over there. Keep going. Keep going.

RABBIT:
Here's a perfect place.

TIGGER:
Over here!

RABBIT:
Think that's the best spot?

TIGGER:
Okay, okay, there!

[GRUNTS]

BOTH:
Perfect!

See you in the morning, Piglet.

[CHUCKLES]

- Christmas morning.

-Pooh, look!

[MOANING] Tra-la-la-la-la-la...

La-la-la.

Oh! Santa will be so happy.

This is going to be the most

wonderful Christmas ever.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, bother.

PIGLET:
[GASPS] Our letter to Santa.

Yes, it must have followed me home.

For when I got there, so was it.

But Pooh, tomorrow's Christmas.

I didn't even know what I wanted,

and now I'm sure not to get it.

I'm sorry, Piglet. But I'm sure

it would have been wonderful.

Oh, no, what about Tigger's gift?

And Rabbit's? And...

Christopher Robin's sled!

Piglet, we are going to find a way

to bring Christmas to everyone,

or my name isn't Winnie the Pooh.

Which it is.

[SNORING]

[MUTTERING]

[CHUCKLING]

You're supposed to be asleep

when Sandy Claus comes, you know.

[GROWLING]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

[GASPS] Who could that possibly be

at this time of night?

[LAUGHING] As if I didn't know.

Ho, ho, ho?

Gasp! Sandy Claus!

Yep, that's him.

Though I always thought he was taller.

POOH:
Um...

It's awfully cold out here in the cold.

- If I could come in?

-Why, sure you...

Hey, wait a minute!

Isn't Sandy Claus supposed

to come down the chimney?

Oh...

[CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY]

Oh, bother!

[STRAINING]

[SINGSONG] Ooh! Sandy Claus

is coming down my chimney!

Sandy Claus is coming down

my chimney!

[GRUNTS] Here.

Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Presents is what Tiggers like best!

Oh, thanks, Sandy.

Uh... Uh... Sandy?

[MUTTERING]

[STRAINING]

Need a little help, huh?

Hey, anything for old Saint Nick.

- A-one, a-two, a-fire!

-POOH:
Merry Christmas!

Come back any time.

Oh, boy, my super-duper bouncer!

Hey, I can bounce in the snow!

What a present!

Just what I always wanted!

Definitely not what I always wanted.

[CACKLING]

Yes, make yourselves at home.

What's mine is yours... tonight.

Until I get my present from Santa Claus.

[RATTLING]

Oh, my! It's him!

[POOH STRAINING]

POOH:
Oh, bother!

Santa Claus?

But why isn't he coming down the...

Ho, ho, ho! Uh...

Here.

[GRUNTING]

Funny, I always thought he'd be taller.

On, Donner! On, Blitzen! On, Armchair,

[CHUCKLES] and everyone else.

Bugs, prepare to meet your muncher!

ALL:
Uh-Oh!

[CACKLING]

[WHIMPERING]

-[TEAPOT RATTLING]

-Uh-oh.

[LAUGHING]

[YELPING] No, no! Help!

[THUDDING]

[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

Hiya, bunny boy. Did you see

Sandy Claus come this way?

Yes, and look what

he brought me for Christmas.

- Yeah. Kinda know the feeling.

-EEYORE:
Hey!

Hark, the sound of a donkey in distress.

Something tells me

Sandy must have been here.

But Santa was supposed to

bring you a new home.

He did.

A mobile home.

Come on! We've got to stop Santa

before he delivers again.

[PIGLET GROANING]

Just think, Piglet, all we need to do

is give Christopher Robin this sled

and all the Christmas presents

will be present.

Look! There he is!

- Sandy Claus!

-RABBIT:
If that's really who you are.

Always thought he'd be taller.

But of course I'm Santa Claus.

I have the hat, don't I?

- He does, you know.

-And the boots.

Why, I even have the sled.

So I suppose I must be Santa Claus.

Hmm... Got a point there.

Although that's a pretty

sorry-looking reindeer.

If you really are Santa,

let's see you and your reindeer fly.

Fly? Well, we...

[MURMURING, STUTTERING]

If you insist.

On, Lawn Chair! On, Badminton!

UP. up and away!

- Whoa!

-Oh, bother!

[ALL SCREAMING]

[CRASHING]

[GASPS] Looky! That's no Sandy Claus!

That's a Pooh!

Ho, ho... Ho.

[RABBIT CLEARS THROAT]

Pooh Bear, which way

was the wind blowing

when you tried to send our letter?

Why, to the S. Towards Santa.

S is for south!

Santa lives at the North Pole!

[CHUCKLES] on.

[STUTTERING] Oh, dear. Perhaps we

have too little wind for so much letter.

What do you know?

[CHUCKLES] Fresh out of breeze.

- How will it get to the North Pole?

-Someone must take it there himself.

Um... Uh... Which one of us himselves

did you have in mind?

Me.

You? But the North Pole is so very far.

What if you can't get back

in time for Christmas?

It will be worth having

no Christmas, Piglet,

if I can bring Christmas to all of you.

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