Winnie the Pooh Page #5

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Oh, I see.

Yes, Piglet, go, and bring some honey.

Yes, bring some honey...

[gasps] The jump rope,

Piglet, the jump rope.

With a little honey on the side.

You mean, all by myself?

Through there?

Yes, Piglet.

Through a dark wood fraught with peril,

on a mission of life or death.

It is a task of great complexity,

but I have full confidence

that you shall return victorious,

and rescue us from the abyss.

Go forth, Piglet,

and we shall await your return.

For weeks, if necessary.

Owl!

What?

I can't believe how wonderful

that speech was.

I can't, either.

Moved me to tears.

[narrator] So Piglet bravely ventured

forth towards Christopher Robin's house.

But the further he went,

the more frightened he became.

[whimpering] Oh, dear.

I mustn't fear.

There's a very important thing to...

[heavy stammer] Do...

[screams]

[whimpering]

Oh. It's just you, B'loon.

I'll get some help.

Oh, dear. I am the help.

How did you ever get stuck up there?

It wasn't the Backson, was it?

Oh, good.

I knew the Backson wasn't around here.

[grunts]

[Tigger grunts]

[moaning]

[stammering] Backson!

Huh?! Backson?

- [screaming]

- Piglet, help!

Whew.

[shouting]

Let me tell you, that was the last time

I'll ever put my beak

- in a keyhole.

- Shh-shh-shh!

[whispers] Do you hear something?

- Help! Help me!

- Piglet!

He knows my name!

[blowing hard]

- Yeah!

- [gasp]

Whoa! Oh!

[shouting]

Ah!

- [straining]

- [grunting]

[groaning]

[screams]

[Piglet groans]

[all gasp] Backson!

Whew! It's only Tigger.

Oh! Hi, fellas!

Tigger Two?

I thought the Backson got you.

Ahh. As soon as we get out of here,

we're gonna show that Backson

what Tiggers are made of, aren't we?

Thanks, but I'd rather stay an Eeyore.

What? But what about all the pouncing

and the trouncing?

And the mixing it up?

I thought you liked being a Tigger.

The most wonderful thing about Tiggers,

is you're the only one.

Aw, shucks. I'm speechless.

[Piglet] Excuse me.

- I can't breathe! [groans]

- [Tigger] Oh.

Sorry about that, little guy.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Wait! B'loon! Don't leave!

[Piglet] You're the only one

who can get us out of here!

We're all gonna die.

Cheer up, Eeyore.

We won't perish for days.

Which leaves plenty of time for me

to continue my memoirs.

Now, dear Uncle Ridley...

Honey

[Owl] ...exacerbated

by my aunt's predilection

- for only the finest parchment...

- Hmm. [gasps]

...woven so tightly

the ink took weeks to fully dry.

Their nest was littered with quills

that were never used,

papers that were never cut,

and letters that never dried.

My aunt often bemoaned the situation in

letters that she couldn't write to me.

It drove my poor uncle absolutely batty,

which is quite a feat for an owl,

I assure you.

Now, when my uncle had committed

an exceedingly rousing point...

Empty.

...and let me tell you,

it packed quite a wallop.

- [groans]

- Huh?

Look! Look, the letters!

The ladder! The ladders formed a letter!

I mean the letters... We can get out!

[narrator] And so they all used the

letter ladder to climb out of the pit.

But little did they know that

coming through the bushes was...

- [branches snapping]

- [all gasp] Backson!

Back to the pit!

[Christopher] Wait, everyone.

It's only me.

[all] Christopher Robin!

You found them, B'loon. Well done.

It's Christopher Robin!

How did you escape from the Backson?

Backson? What on earth is a Backson?

He wakes up babies!

He swipes your stripes!

He puts out the lights!

Yes, and we thought he took you from us.

What gave you the idea

I was taken by a Backson?

Your note.

[narrator] Christopher Robin explained

that it had all been a misunderstanding.

And now that it was autumn,

the school year had begun.

His note was simply to say he had

gone out and would be back soon.

[all] Oh!

Ooh. Um...

OK.

It's getting late.

We ought to be heading back.

Just a moment, everyone.

Just a moment, everyone.

Oh, yes. You're right, Piglet.

We owe a very special someone...

...a token of our appreciation.

Ohh!

This reward goes to a good friend

and a loyal companion.

Someone who not only helped us

out of this pit,

but also found Christopher Robin.

And he just so happens

to be wearing red today.

So it is with great, great honour

and a humble heart,

that I bestow this pot of honey

upon our dear friend...

...B'loon.

Wonderful idea, Rabbit.

- Hooray!

- Hooray, B'loon!

- Thank you, B'loon. Goodbye.

- Hooray!

[narrator] Pooh watched as B'loon took

the honey pot higher and higher,

until it was completely out of sight.

Oh, bother.

Sorry, Pooh.

Ever have one of those days

where you just can't win, Eeyore?

Yep. I know how you feel.

- [rumbling]

- Oh, yes.

I simply must find some honey.

[narrator] As Pooh continued searching,

he got hungrier...

- Oh!

- ...and hungrier...

- Yes, tummy, I know.

- ...and hungrier...

Ohh...

...until he found himself

at Owl's house.

[bell jingles]

Well, stone the crows.

If it isn't Pooh Bear.

Hello, Owl.

Well, congratulate me.

- For what?

- I have achieved completion

of my autobiographical treatise!

Oh! Was it painful?

No, no, no. My memoirs are finished.

Oh.

Dash it all, Pooh. Why do you keep

staring at that bell rope?

Because it reminds me of something.

And that reminds me

of another something.

Perhaps I could borrow some honey?

Just a taste? A drop, perhaps?

A small lick, I should think.

My boy, I shall do better than that.

Not only will I beckon you to my table,

but as we feast,

I shall treat you to an excerpt

from chapter 127,

which tells the gripping tale of how

only a few days ago,

I found that very handsome bell rope

that you were admiring

just hanging over a thistle bush.

Thistle bush?

Or was it a gorse bush?

No. No. It was definitely

a thistle bush.

Pardon me, Owl.

At first I thought someone lived there,

so I rang it.

No one answered.

And then the thing just fell off

in my hand.

What sort of place

was this particular thistle bush in?

Certainly not a very cheery place.

One might say it was rather...

Gloomy?

Yes. That's it. Do you know it?

Oh, dear.

Nobody seemed to want it,

so I brought it home.

Oh, but somebody did want it, Owl.

Really? Who?

Eeyore. My dear friend Eeyore.

He was fond of it, you see.

- Fond of it?

- Attached to it.

Attached?

Ohh!

Yes. Well, yes.

And I was just keeping it safe for him.

Well, there you are.

And you can tell him he's welcome.

Yes, Owl. And thank you very much.

I say, Pooh! What about the honey?

[tummy rumbles]

Some other time, perhaps?

[narrator] Ignoring his tummy's

desperate pleas,

Pooh went directly

to Christopher Robin's.

Tail.

Nail.

Hammer.

So what do you think, Eeyore?

I'll test it out.

Seems about the right length.

Pink bow's a nice touch.

Swishes real good, too.

So, are you happy, Eeyore?

- No.

- Ooh.

But I sure do like this new tail.

Thank you, Pooh.

And now,

I have a surprise for you, Pooh.

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