Original subtitles

♪ Gotta get up, gotta get goin' ♪

♪ I'm gonna see a friend of mine ♪

♪ He's round and he's fuzzy ♪

♪ I love him because he's just Pooh Bear ♪

♪ Winnie the Pooh Bear ♪

♪ Lookin' for fun, chasin' some honeybees ♪

♪ Pooh Bear, I know he's out there ♪

♪ Rumbly, tumbly ♪

♪ Climbin' a honey tree ♪

♪ Fun never ends for us, we're so adventurous ♪

♪ At least every now and again ♪

♪ And when we're alone and there's nobody home ♪

♪ It's nice to be able to count on a friend ♪

♪ Like Pooh Bear, Winnie the Pooh Bear ♪

♪ Wherever you go ♪

♪ Oh, won't you take me, please? ♪

♪ Pooh Bear, I got to be there ♪

♪ It's me and it's you ♪

♪ My silly old Winnie the Pooh ♪

[cries out]

[chanting] The heffalumps and woozles!

The heffalumps and woozles!

- [cries out] - The heffalumps and woozles!

Beware! Beware!

Beware.

Beware.

Beware.

[cries out]

Pooh!

Oh! The heffalumps and woozles have got me.

- [door opens] - Yeek!

Morning, Piglet. Rise and shine.

[clattering]

Pooh and I have come to take you camping.

[stammering] Camping?

Yep! The great outdoors beckons!

[laughing]

Nature is calling.

Pooh, Tigger, I don't know.

My house might miss me.

Oh, come on, Piglet, old pal, we're gonna have oodles of fun.

- We'll build a campfire. - And eat honey.

And roast marshy-mallows.

And eat honey.

And bestest of all--

- Eat honey? - No.

Sleepin' under the wide-open skies.

But what about the heffalumps and woozles?

Oh, let them find their own campsite.

No, I meant--

Well, although I've never actually met one,

I hear they're very f-f-fierce.

Don't worry about them palookas.

Why, if they showed up, I'll give 'em the old one-three.

I'll give them the four-seven.

I'll give 'em the eight-two! [chuckles]

Fool around with my arithmetic, huh?

Whoa!

That's odd.

I thought I brought more honey than that.

Hey, buddy bear! I set up your tent!

Now what do I do?

Oh, perhaps if we had some firewood,

we could light a fire.

It's getting kind of dark.

That's it! Firewood!

Great idea, buddy bear!

Tiggers are experts at getting firewood.

Uh, where do I look?

Out there in the dark, spooky w-w-woods.

Firewood in the woods? [laughs]

That's-- Right you are.

TTFN! Ta-ta for now.

[giggles]

Nope, no firewood here.

No firewood here, either.

Not even any firewood down here.

Hmm.

This whole forest seems fresh out of firewood.

Whoa!

Topeka! I found it!

Firewood!

[chuckles] I just can't wait

until we reach our home sweet home.

Oh, and just in time for a little lick of honey.

[chuckles]

[inhales] Yes, Mama, there's nothing like honey.

And there's no place like-- Gasp!

Our home!

Someone has stolen our home!

[chuckles]

Isn't his wonderful?

Mmm! Delictable!

Anyone feel like going home yet?

Don't be ridiculous, Piglet.

Why, we haven't even told the ghost stories yet.

[owl hooting]

Ghost s-s-stories?

Yeah, you're right. Not scary enough.

I know! How about a heffalumps and woozles story?

[stammering] Heffalumps?

[stammering] Heffa--

Help!

[gasps] Our house!

Ding-ding-ding-ding! Out of my way! Out of my way!

Man the lifeboats! Women and children first!

Ah-ooga! Ah-ooga!

Dive! Dive!

[gulping]

[water sloshing]

Uh-huh! Ooh-hoo! Hee-hee!

- Piglet, Piglet. - [stammering]

Piglet!

[sputtering]

Help! Help!

Hey, that no-good heffalump's taken our firewood.

Piglet: Ooh! Tigger, where are you?

I'm waiting for you to come find me.

[growling]

[snarling]

- Yipes! - Yipes!

Oh, excuse me, but I thought you were a woozle.

I'm not a woozle.

I know, lucky for me.

I'm a heffalump.

- A heffalump! - Please don't yell.

- It scares me. - Oh, I'm sorry.

Funny.

I didn't know heffalumps were such very small animals.

I thought they were big and scary.

Scary?

Nuh-uh.

You know what's really scary?

Being lost.

Oh, d-d-dear.

Pooh: Are you sure this is going to work, Tigger?

Tigger: Abso-posi-tutly.

The way to a woozle's firewood is through his honey.

But we've got to find Piglet.

Don't worry, buddy, bear,

Piglet's probably home sweet homing it.

We gotta get our firewood back.

Mmm! Something smells yummy!

Uh-oh.

Oh, no. [chuckles]

Oh, no. [chuckles]

It must be honey! [chuckles]

Oh, dear! Papa's got honey feet!

[laughing]

Oh, no. Oh, now, come on.

Oh, there it is, Mama.

[laughing] Stop! Stop, I tell you!

I can't take it anymore!

I can't stand it, I tell you! I want it!

I love it when honey plays hard to get.

[cries out]

[crash]

[crash]

It worked! It worked!

Oh, my, we've fallen into a deep, dark pit.

So?

Don't you remember, Papa dear?

You're allergic to deep, dark pits.

Oh, yeah.

[sneezes]

Unusual weather we're having, Tigger.

What do you mean, Pooh boy?

It seems to be raining heffalumps and woozles.

[owl hooting]

Can you see our way home, Piglet?

Uh, no.

Well, what can you see?

Treetops.

Um...

[stammering] A long way down.

[stammering] What do we do now, Piglet?

Call for h-h-help?

Help!

No! Gimme! It's my woodpile!

I saw it first!

That's no woodpile! That's my house!

- No, it's firewood! - Oh, no!

[overlapping shouts]

- No, you don't! - Help! Help!

[gasps] My baby!

Piglet?

Both: Help! Help!

There they are!

Pooh! We're stuck!

And can't get down, too!

Never fear! Papa Heffalump is here!

Step aside! Step aside!

- Tiggers are experts at climbing trees! - One side! One side!

Hey, watch where you're going, you Sunday climber.

Mama Heffalump: Yeah, Papa, you're up awfully high.

- So? - Don't you remember?

You're allergic to high heights.

Heights too, huh?

[inhaling]

[sneezes]

[crash]

My baby! Whatever shall we do?

What we need is teamwork.

Now, remember, everyone,

on the count of three.

One...

Three!

- Can we get down now? - Down?

Tigger: That a boy, buddy bear.

That's the way to throw your weight around.

Oh, bother. For a camping trip,

I sure am doing a lot of flying.

Yeah, and a lot of landing, too.

Pooh: Sorry we thought your house was a woodpile, Mr. Heffalhip--

um, Mr. half-a-hump--

[stammering] We'll help fix it up in the morning.

Papa Heffalump: You're rootin'-tootin', you will!

It was all one big misunderstanding.

- Uh, have a marshmallow? - Thanks!

Oh, dear, Papa! Marshmallows?

So?

Mama Heffalump: Don't you remember?

Papa Heffalump: Oh, yeah.

[inhaling]

[sneezes]

♪♪ [Pooh humming tune]

[chuckles]

Oh, hello.

Might Christopher Robin be at home?

[chuckles] Silly old bear, it is me.

And who might that be?

A balloon, Pooh.

You know, made of rubber and air?

In that case, may I take it for a walk?

Well, if you're careful not to pop it.

I shall take care of it as if it were--

as if it were honey.

Then it's in the best of hands, Pooh.

Whee!

♪ Here we go floating anywhere we please ♪

♪ Holding you tight as I can ♪

♪ You're safe as a honeypot ♪

♪ You always will be ♪

♪ And I'll be right there when we land ♪

♪ You're snuggly-wuggly ♪

♪ Snug as a buggly ♪

[chuckles]

♪ You're snuggly safe in my hands ♪

- [cawing] - [shouting]

Why, you flying feather duster!

I'll-- I'll-- Whoa!

[crash]

[birds cawing]

There's got to be a way to keep those birds out of my garden.

♪♪ [Pooh humming tune]

I've got it! [chuckles]

A brilliant idea!

[laughing]

But I need that balloon!

Oh, hello, Rabbit.

Why, hello, Pooh Bear.

Nice balloon you've got there.

Yes, isn't it?

Christopher Robin let me borrow it.

You know, I was wondering if I could borrow it from you.

Well, I don't know.

Honey!

Yes, fresh honey.

Fresh.

You know, watching Christopher Robin's balloon

has made me a bit hungry, Rabbit?

I don't suppose you could look after it for me?

Pooh, I suppose I could.

Always glad-- happy-- ready to help a friend.

But be very, very careful with it.

I promised Christopher Robin that I would take care of it.

[laughing]

You're just the thing I need!

♪♪ [humming tune]

[chuckles]

Perfect!

♪♪ [humming tune]

There.

That should do the trick.

[cawing]

[cawing]

[laughing]

Oh, hello. You must be a friend of Rabbit's.

Have you come to visit him?

Oh, no need to be shy.

I'm a friend of rabbit's, too.

Yike!

Help!

[stammering] Run, Tigger! Run!

There's a big monster right behind me!

Where?

Let me at him! Let me at him!

Hey, don't get pushy! Don't get pushy!

I think he's mad.

Oh, a tough guy, eh?

Ha! You missed me!

[chuckles]

This guy isn't so tough.

Hmm.

This calls for a little strategery.

Listen, Piglet, follow me.

Okay, Piglet, now, here's the plan.

Get him!

[cries out]

Good work, Piglet! You got him on the run!

Don't let go!

What's going on? Wha--

The balloon, it's gone.

- [air hissing] - [leaves rustling]

Oh, my! Oh, my! Oh, my, my, my!

- [air hissing] - Yo!

I got you, kid! I got--

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Where's the balloon?

How could you?

How could you?

How could we what, bunny boy?

You broke my scarecrow.

[gasps] Oh, my. Oh, my-- The balloon.

I borrowed it from Booh Pear-- Pooh Bear--

who borrowed it from Ristopher Crobin--

Ristopher Cribbin-- [cackling]

♪♪ [Pooh humming tune]

[Rabbit screams] It's Pooh Bear.

Pooh Bear! Quick! Back to the house!

- I gotta go home! - ♪♪ [Pooh humming tune]

♪♪ [continues]

♪ Rock-a-bye bunny ♪

♪ In the tee-trop-- uh, treetop ♪

♪ When the wind blows ♪

♪ The radle will crop ♪ [stammering]

- ♪ When the bough breaks ♪ - [gasps]

- What happened to the ba-- - Shh!

The balloon's asleep, Pooh Bear.

I don't hear it sleeping, Rabbit.

You know, it's much smaller when it sleeps.

Why absotively posilutely!

They have to shrink, Pooh,

so they can fit in the bed...

for goodness sake.

Wake up, balloon.

Time to go back to Christopher Robin.

No, you'll wake it, Pooh.

Why, it's not sleeping. Its eyes are open.

But shouldn't it be big now?

Now that it's awake, I mean.

Oh, it's no good.

Pooh, we popped the balloon.

Oh, bother.

What shall I tell Christopher Robin?

[chuckles] You don't suppose he'd believe it was asleep, do you?

No! I must tell him the truth!

No, no, no! If you tell him that he popped his balloon,

he'll never talk to us again.

We must make a pact

to never tell Christopher Robin about this.

Now raise your right hands and right legs.

Now, jump and down and promise,

Friends together, friends apart,

I'll never, never, cross my heart,

tell how this balloon was popped.

And if I do, I hope I drop.

Now you hide it.

Oh, can't sleep either, huh, balloon?

[inhales]

[sighs]

You, Pooh Bear, have been accused of popping a balloon!

He broke my balloon!

How can I ever speak to him again?

[crying]

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

Silence!

Pooh Bear, how do you plead?

[stammering]

Guilty!

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

Christopher!

Oh, my! It's Pooh Bear!

Oh, he's gonna tell Christopher Robin about the balloon.

[straining]

Watch where you're going!

You almost made me drop Christopher Robin's balloon.

But I'm Christopher Robin's balloon.

What are you talking about? I've got his balloon.

Now, what are you three up to?

[sniffles] I'm sorry,

but I broke your balloon, Christopher Robin.

No, I did. Tiggers are the ballooniest breakers.

Uh, I'm actually the one who p-p-popped it.

Christopher Robin, we're sorry, but we all broke your balloon.

Christopher Robin, I have broken your balloon.

It's not broken, it's only untied.

The air's out of it.

Oh, no! Not again!

Hold on, you two balloony brains!

[laughing]

Oh, my.

Oh, my.

Oh, my.

Hey! Come back, you balloonatics!

[chuckles]