Tigger Honey! Oh, boy, honey! That's what tiggers like best.
I was afraid of that.
Tigger Oh, say.
Tigger YUCK! Tiggers don't like honey!
But you said that you liked....
Tigger Yeah, that icky, sticky stuff is only fit for heffalumps and woozles.
You mean elephants and weasels.
Tigger 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.
