Tod, do you need help?
No, I knew this way, all the... all the time! [falls into the water, then ends up catching a stick] I got him!
Boomer Oh, that farm boy! He don't know nothing about f-f-f-f-fishin'!
[All laugh hysterically]
Boomer A caterpillar under glass! Oh, boy!
Boomer Holy...!
...smoke! [coughs]
Boomer Hey! Hey! How's he do that, Dinky? How's he do that?
Look at that little creep. Warm and cozy by the fire.
Boomer Let me take a look. How do you like that g-g-guy? S-s-s-snug as a b-b-bug! While we're out here f-f-freezin' our b-b-b-b-beaks off!
Yeah. Well, yakkin' and shiverin' ain't getting us anywhere. We'll get that no-good worm when we come back! [flies away]
Boomer Oh, sh-sh-sh-sh-shucks!
Tigger There's no difference between falling a thousand feet to the jagged rocks below and tumbling out of bed.
Oh. Really?
Tigger Sure. [Laughs then clears throat] Except for the splat at the end they're practically similar.
Tigger Well, of course it's mine. It's got my name scribbled all over it. T-I-Double guh-Ur. Honey? Yuck! Ptooey! Blech! Tiggers do not like honey.
Tigger What’s donkey boy saying?
I said ouch.
I'm looking down, p-p-p-Pooh.
Hellooooo!
Hey Tigger, it's Pooh and Piglet! Pooh! Piglet!
Why, it's only Tigger and Roo. Come on.
Honey! Oh, boy, honey! That's what tiggers like best.
I was afraid of that.
Oh, say.
YUCK! Tiggers don't like honey!
But you said that you liked....
Yeah, that icky, sticky stuff is only fit for heffalumps and woozles.
You mean elephants and weasels.
That's what I said, heffalumps and woozles.
It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.
The only reason for being a bee is to make honey. And the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it.
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.
There now. Did I get your tail back on properly, Eeyore?
No matter. Most likely lose it again anyway.
Good morning, Christopher Robin.
Oh, good morning, Winnie the Pooh.
Good morning, Pooh bear.
If it is a good morning, which I doubt.
Isn't it a clever disguise?
What are you supposed to be?
Well, goodbye, if you're sure you won't have any more.
No, there isn't.
I thought not. [tries to climb out the front door but gets stuck]
Oh, oh, help and bother! I'm stuck.
Oh, dear. Oh, gracious. Oh. [tries to push Pooh out] Well, it all comes from eating too much.
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, 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. [falls down a hole, screaming] 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.
Pooh, Roo has a little surprise for you.
Flowers.
Honeysuckle! [tries to eat flowers]
No, Pooh, you don't eat them. You smell them.
Oh.
Why did I ever invite that bear to lunch? Why, oh, why, oh, why?
Could you spare a small smackerel?
Say, you ought to do something about that speech impediment, sonny. [offers Pooh his jar of honey]
Oh, thank you, Gopher.
Meanwhile, Rabbit was still wandering around in the mist. By now he was lost and bewildered. And to make matters worse, his mind was beginning to play tricks on him.
What’s that? Pooh? Piglet? [frog croaks at Rabbit screams, then caterpillar chewing on leaf and gulping at Rabbit gasps, more plus frogs croaking hearing the noises sound] Help!
Hello, Rabbit!
Tigger! B-B-But… you’re supposed to be lost.
Oh! Tiggers never get lost, Bunny Boy.
Never… get… lost.
Of course not.
Oh, no.
Come on, Rabbit, let’s go home! Hang on! Hoo-hoo-hoo!
So they started back, and Rabbit was now a humiliated Rabbit. A lost and found Rabbit. And “oh, why, oh, why, do these things happen to me” Rabbit.
