[after the seam on his bottom splits]
Oh, stuff and fluff.
Honey! Oh, boy, honey! That's what tiggers like best.
[gulps down a few handfuls]
Oh, say.
[chuckles, then smacks]
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.
And the first person he thought of was...
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.
EO Eeyore, Owl, Kanga, and Roo
Good morning, Pooh bear.
If it is a good morning, which I doubt.
[after rolling in the mud]
There, now. [giggles, then hops out of the mud puddle]
Isn't it a clever disguise?
What are you supposed to be?
[looks himself over]
I'm a little, black rain cloud, of course.
[giggles]
Silly old bear.
[in a sticky voice]
I must be going now. Goodbye, Rabbit.
Well, goodbye, if you're sure you won't have any more.
[turns to leave then stops]
Is there any more?
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.
[strains]
It all comes from not having front doors big enough!
Good idea! We'll dynamite! Save time.
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.
Pooh, Roo has a little surprise for you.
Honeysuckle! [tries to eat flowers]
No, Pooh, you don't eat them. You smell them.
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]
Winnie the Pooh crawled out of the gorse bush, brushed the prickles from his nose and began to think again.
And the first person he thought of was...
Christopher Robin lived in another part of the forest, where he could be near his friends and help them with their problems. On this summer day, gloomy old Eeyore, being stuffed with sawdust, had lost his tail again.
[Christopher Robin hammers Eeyore's tail back on him] [accidently hurts his hand]
Ooh, heh, heh. There now. Did I get your tail back on properly, Eeyore?
No matter. Most likely lose it again anyway.
It is my considered opinion that Eeyore's tail should be placed a trifle to the... right.
Now, if you would ask me, I think it just a wee bit...
Cheer up, Eeyore. Don't be so gloomy. Try swishing it.
[Eeyore successfully swishes his tail]
It worked, it worked!
Thanks. It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.
[enters]
Good morning, Christopher Robin!
Oh, good morning, Winnie the Pooh!
R Roo
Good morning, Pooh Bear!
If it is a good morning, which I doubt.
What are you looking for, Pooh Bear?
I just said to myself coming along thinking and wondering if you had such a thing as a umm, such a thing, Christopher... as a balloon about you?
What do you want a balloon for?
But you don't get honey with a balloon.
I just fly like a bee, up to the honey tree, see!
But, just a minute. You can't fool the bees that way.
You'll see. Now, would you be so kind as to pull me to a muddy place of which I know of?
So Christopher Robin pulled Winnie the Pooh to the very muddy place. And Pooh rolled and rolled until he was black all over.
[covering himself with black mud]
There, now. [chuckles] Isn't it a clever disguise?
What are you supposed to be?
[looks at himself]
I'm a little black rain cloud, of course.
[chuckles]
Silly old bear.
Now, would you aim me as the bees, please?
Careful, Pooh. Hold on tight. [hands Pooh the balloon]
[launches Pooh and his balloon high up]
One!
So the Hundred Acre Wood got floodier and floodier. But the water couldn't come up to Christopher Robin's house, so that's where everyone was gathering. It was a time of great excitement. But in the midst of all excitement, Eeyore stubbornly stuck to his task of house hunting for Owl.
There's one. Cozy cottage. Nice location. Bit damp for Owl though. [the house sinks into the water]
Meanwhile, little Roo made an important discovery.
R Roo
Look! I've rescued a bottle! And it's got something in it too!
It's a message! And it says: "Help! P-P-Piglet Me!" Owl, you fly over to Piglet's house, and tell him we'll make a rescue.
A rescue! Yes, yes, of course, of course.
So, Owl flew out the flood and he soon spotted two tiny objects below him. One was little Piglet caught in the whirlpool, and the other was Pooh trying to get the last bit of honey from the pot.
