There's no difference between falling a thousand feet to the jagged rocks below and tumbling out of bed.
Oh. Really?
Sure. [Laughs then clears throat] Except for the splat at the end they're practically similar.
I'm gonna miss that bear. [sniffles]
Oh Pooh....
Now that sounds like a wicked sharp teeth..... Up there! The eye of the skull!
WHAT EVER WILL WE DO?!
Well, we could get the kid outta there. If anybody has any ideas how to get up there, that is.
The map. What does it say?
Oh, my. It's useless. There's nothing in here about how to get up there. Why, I'd have to figure it out all by myself. From scratch, I- I... Can I do that?
Yeah, can he do that?
I could try, for Pooh.
Thank you, Wabbit.
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.
What’s donkey boy saying?
I said ouch.
OOOOH, DEEEEAAAAR!!!
Skull.
Christopher Robin's in the eye of that thing? How are we gonna get way up there?
By going in there.
But it's dark.
And f-f-f-frightful.
And we have no idea what we'll find.
The Skullasaurus!
Now which way to the eye of the skull?
Don't look at me.
Oh, bother. Think, think. If each of us went where the other one hasn't... Think. And one were where another wasn't... Uh, by which I mean to say... perhaps we should split up.
Why, Pooh Bear, I believe that's a very smart idea.
I'm so glad you liked it. Whatever it was.
Christopher Robin?
C-C-Christopher Robin.
Christopher Robin, yoo-hoo.
OH, D-D-DEAR!!!!
Heh-heh. There's nothing to be afraid of. It's just the wind. Yes, that's right. Yes. See, it's nothing. Nothing at all.
Christopher Robin. Christopher Robin. Come out, come out, wherever you aren't.
Eeyore?
Help!
Thanks for noticing.
It's the most terribibolous Skullasaurus I've ever seen! Not to mention the only one.
Did someone say Skullasaurus? [slides down crystals, shouting]
