All language subtitles for Winnie.the.Pooh.S02E03_English

♪ Gotta get up,
I 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 ♪

Pooh: Where could it be?
Where could it be?

Where if it's
I haven't looked?

You know,
it's really much easier

losing a thing
than it is finding it.

- Guess what, Pooh?
- You found it?

No, I'm afraid not.

For what?

What I'm looking for!

Oh!

I'm learning to sing, Pooh.

It's a hammer, Piglet.

- What is?
- What I've lost.

Oh, I-- Eee!

Pooh, have you found my hammer?

Yes, Rabbit, almost.

How could you
almost find something?

Well, you see,
I've looked in so many places,

I'm sure it's much closer
to being found than lost.

I'm never loaning you
another thing.

You lose everything you touch.

It's a very bothersome
habit, Pooh.

And someday it's going
to get you in trouble.

Oh, bother. I do have a habit
of misplacing things.

Rabbit's hammer,
goldfish potato peeler.

Would you like
to hear me sing, Pooh?

It bothers the others
very much, Piglet.

It makes them rather angry,
you know.

But I haven't even started yet.

Oh, dear. I had no idea.

I don't like the way I'm always
displacing things, Piglet.

Piglet?

He was here a moment ago.
[gasps]

Oh! I hope I haven't--

No, I couldn't have.

Piglet? Piglet!

Oh, no, I've misplaced
my very best friend.

What shall I do? What--

Wait.

Since I lost Piglet right
after I lost the hammer,

when I find the hammer,
I find Piglet.

And what better bait for
catching a hammer than nails?

Well, have you found
my hammer yet?

No.

Not only have I not found
the hammer, Rabbit.

But now I've lost Piglet
as well.

It was bound to happen.
Only a matter of time.

You misplace everything
you come near.

Now you've misplaced Piglet.

Oh, well, it'll be
all right, Pooh bear.

- I'll help you find him.
- My hammer trap!

Oh bother, not even close.

Rabbit:
Pooh, we've looked everywhere

at least a hundred times.

But I believe we've
only looked over there

one or three dozen times.

Perhaps we should check again.

This is ridiculous!

We've passed the same tree
over and over.

What if we split up
and looked in different places?

Why Pooh,
that's almost a good idea.

You look that way,
I'll look this.

Then we'll meet back here
at this tree, Pooh.

This tall, brown,
oak tree, Pooh.

You won't get lost,
will you?

I won't, Rabbit.

I shall be back shortly,
if not sooner.

I've done so much looking
to have found so few Piglets.

But since I haven't found him,
maybe Rabbit has.

Rabbit?

Rabbit!

Oh, my!
This is the spot!

But I've lost the tree.

And Rabbit, too!

That Pooh Bear's
been gone forever.

I'd better get Gopher
or someone to help me find him.

And Piglet,
and maybe even my hammer.

[cries out]

I do hope Tigger could help me.

Certainly, Rabbit.

Be glad to help you
find him.

By the time I hadn't found
the hammer,

I'd unfound Rabbit,

which was shortly before
misplacing Piglet.

Oh, no. I lost Piglet first.

And then... Oh, bother.

Just remember, Pooh boy,

the secret to finding
the thing

is knowing where it is.

Let me see.

Yep! Pooh and Rabbit
are lost, all right.

Hmm, say, maybe
Gopher's seen them.

Anybody home?

[echoing]

Tigger, that means
I've lost Gopher, too.

And I haven't even
seen him today.

This is where
I misplaced Rabbit.

You see,
Rabbit was standing just here,

and I went over there to look
for Piglet like this.

Don't worry, pal!

I'll find him
before you can say--

Pooh? Pooh?

[gasps]

Oh, no, Pooh's lost me.

And then I lost this tree.

And-- Tigger?

Don't tell me
I've lost Tigger, too.

There! Out here,
I won't be bothering a soul.

Lesson one.

Singing is much like humming,
only louder.

That sounds reasonable.

I lost Rabbit
while I was losing Piglet.

And Gopher was found lost
by Tigger,

who is himself now lost,
because of the lost hammer.

And so the logical thing
would be for me to be lost too.

Then I would be where they are.

I shall count to 100,

just like in hide and seek.

And by the time I'm done,
I'll be gone.

One, two...

number after two...

- Can't find Pooh.
- I found you, didn't I?

- We weren't lost.
- A technicality.

Then who lost Pooh?

Pooh got lost losing Piglet.

Well, I'm lost.

That's funny,
I thought you was right here.

...a few large numbers,

33, 36, 38--

- One, two--
- [clears throat]

I'll be with you
in just a moment, Rabbit.

I'm trying to find you
and the others.

43, 11...

It worked!

I don't know how much more
of this I can take!

Well, anyway, we've found Pooh.

Now only Piglet's lost.

Yes, that's because I haven't
finished counting to 100 yet.

That's it! That's it!

I can't take it anymore!

I'm losing my mind!

Oh, no, not Rabbit's mind, too.

I better count to 100 quickly.

Hey! get a grip
on yourself, Rabbit.

Yeah, this is no time
to go to pieces, long ears.

We got piglets to find.

Yes, of course, you're right.

I'm sorry.

Come on,
let's keep looking.

Maybe my hammer's
somewhere out there.

Fourteen...

Oh, I've lost them again.

Pooh, will you come on?

♪♪ [humming tune]

Say! What's that?

Sounds like a heffalump
with a bad head cold.

Nah!

It's the mating call
of the yellow-bellied,

double-parked sapsucker.

What if whatever it is
has Piglet?

Its all my fault
for losing him.

[Pooh gasps]
Look!

Oh, d-d-dear.

Piglet's much less lost
than he used to be.

In fact,
I believe we've found him.

- Hello, Piglet.
- Hello, Pooh.

Now, that we've found you,

I'm very, very sorry
for having misplaced you

in the first place.

Will you forgive me?

I promise I shall never,
ever lose you anymore.

Piglet? Piglet!

Oh, I've done it again.

Excuse me,
but you didn't lose me, Pooh.

I came out here all by myself
to practice my singing,

after you said
how it bothered everyone.

Why, Piglet, you weren't
the bother. I was.

Me and my habit
of losing things.

Isn't that so?

[all agree]

Yes, thank you...
I think.

So, you see,
I've learned my lesson.

I'm never going
to lose anything again...

provided I van find it.

Wait a minute!
Enough of this
lost and foundsies.

Did you say
you were singing, Piglet?

Yes.

Yeah! I never knew you could.

Yeah, actually--

Why didn't you ever tell us?

Yeah, go ahead
and hum a few bars.

Oh, now, I don't really
sing all that wonderfully.

I'm just a beginner, you know.

Nonsense, Piglet!

Wed love to hear you.

And now, my very dear friend,
Piglet,

who was misplaced by me

but has since been found
and will stay found,

will sing for us.

[clears throat]

♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la ♪

You built a wonderful stage,
Pooh Bear.

I assume you found my hammer
to nail it together?

Well, Rabbit, I didn't
actually find the hammer.

So I never actually
hammered the nails in.

But don't tell anyone.

♪ La-la-la-la-la ♪

Oh.

Oh, dear.

Oh, bother.

Perhaps I'd better go look
for the hammer after all?

Faster! Faster!

Not too fast!

Tigger: It's gonna work!

It's not gonna work.

I believe I've run
out of room.

Christopher Robin,
what exactly is holding
the kite up?

Well, nothing, Pooh.
It's just flying.

I see.

And how does it do that?

Well, the wind tickles the kite

and makes it go up.

[chuckles]

You know, if I could fly,

it would be much less
of a bother getting honey.

[chuckles]

[screams]

[chuckles]

Oh, bother.

[cries out]

Now look what you've done,
silly old bear.

I'm afraid my mind
was somewhere else.

I was just thinking,
you see, how I'd love to fly

like your kite does,

or did, Christopher Robin.

You want to f-f-fly, Pooh?

I've heard of butterflies
and dragonflies,

but Pooh flies?

Pooh--
[laughing]

Why, bunny bear, you'd have
to give up honey for birdseed.

Come on, Pooh, let's let
the kite do the flying.

Eyeore: Don't see why you
shouldn't fly,

but then I'm just a donkey.

I know if I didn't have
high hopes once in a while,

I'd be depressed all the time.

[geese honking]

Yellow seems to be the color
for things which fly,

like the sun and yellow jackets
and canaries and-- and so on.

A few of these might help, too.

Couldn't hurt.

Look like a bird to me,
Pooh.

Uncanny resemblance.

Almost eerie.

You ought to be flying
any moment now.

Oh, bother!

Guess this just isn't
the moment.

♪♪ [humming tune]

My, what a very lovely day.

Not a cloud in the sky.

- [object falling]
- Just a... Pooh Bear?

I thought I heard Rabbit
a moment ago.

Thank you, Pooh Bear.

My morning aren't complete

without at least
one major catastrophe.

It would seem, Rabbit,

that the first thing
about learning to fly

is learning to land.

What? You're still
thinking about flying?

It's unnatural and dangerous for
bears to fly.

Worse than getting bounced
by Tigger.

Oh, it's no that bad.

And how exactly will
this help me fly, Eyeore?

Eyeore:
Everybody's always sayin'

what goes up must come down.

With any luck,
it'll work both ways.

What goes down must come up.

'Course it's just a theory.

Won't know for sure
till we try it out.

[cries out]

Why, Eyeore!
I believe it's going to work!

I've called
this emergency meeting

because it seems Pooh Bear
has taken our joking seriously

and decided to fly.

But, Rabbit, Pooh can't fly.

Of course he can't fly.

And we have to stop him.

Until the skies are free
of Poohs,

none of us will be safe.

Just when we're least
expecting it--

Pooh really is trying to fly.

I believe I would have
stayed up that time,

had I not come down.

Why, the whole idea
is hippoposterous!

Isn't it?

Of course, it is... I think.

I know! We'll ask Owl!

He'll know if Pooh bears
were meant to fly.

You blow up a balloon,
it floats.

Same thing ought to work
for bears.

Oh, bother!

Just don't forget to flap, Pooh.

[clears throat]

Pooh Bear is,
aerodynamically speaking,

entirely unsuited for flight.

Indeed,
the only way he could fly

is by breaking
the law of gravity.

Breaking the law?

You mean Pooh
would be a criminal?

Oh, dear, we have to stop him.

Given the nature of updrafts
and downdrafts

and cold drafts--

- [Pooh screaming]
- Oh, my.

Thank you for the use
of your tail, Eyeore.

Eyeore: No problem.

I was getting a little tired
of it anyways.

Always hanging around.

Besides,
no self-respecting kite

would be seen without one.

Now, remember, Eyeore,

you'll have to go very fast!

I'll do my best.

Any moment now,

I shall be flying
with the birds,

buzzing with the bees,

soaring with the--

Stop! In the name
of the law of gravity!

Oh, bother!

[brays]

Well, at least we stopped
Pooh Bear from--

[gasps]
Oh, my!

I've done it!
I've done it!

Oh, dear! He has!

He has done it!

[gasps]

he's busted the law
of gravitivity!

Oh, Pooh, how could you?

[sniffles]

My very best friend,
a common criminal.

There's really
only one thing to do.

You've broken the law, Pooh,

so I'm afraid you have
to go to your room

and serve your time.

Sorry, buddy bear,
but laws is laws.

Perhaps after you've
finished your sentence,

you will have learned
a valuable lesson.

But how long will that take,
Rabbit?

Oh, I should say two--
three hundred years.

Look on the bright side.

Maybe you'll get a couple of
decades off for good behavior.

Oh, I can't leave Pooh all alone
for such a very long time.

After all, he is
my best friend and,

well, best friends
should stick together.

You want to stay in there, too?

Yes, I believe I must.

Whatever you say,
Piglet, old pal.

Yikes!

Guess I'm as much to blame
as Pooh is.

Perhaps I ought to be
in there, too.

Not that anybody'd really care,
mind you.

While ignorance of
the gravitational law
is no excuse,

I, too, feel rather responsible
for much of what's occurred.

Anybody else?

[sighs] Let's go, Tigger.
Oh, dear, dear, dear.

It's too bad I wasn't able
to stop Pooh Bear earlier.

None of this would have happened
in the first place.

No! Wait, Tigger!
I didn't mean--

♪♪ [whistling tune]

- Pooh: Honey, anyone?
- Owl: I suppose I might.

Rabbit: Do you have any tea,
Pooh Bear?

Piglet:
Oh, Earl Grey, my favorite.

They can't have fun without me.

Why, having fun
is what tiggers do best.

[chuckles]

Pooh Bear! Piglet!

Rabbit! Tigger?

Pooh: Over here,
Christopher Robin.

[chuckles]
What's going on?

I'm afraid that
by trying to fly

I broke the law of gravity.

You don't have to be
locked up for that.

Free!

Free at last!

Pooh's flying
isn't against the law.

- It's just impossible.
- It is?

Well, of course bears
can fly, Pooh.

But if they did,
then the bees wouldn't
have a chance,

and they couldn't make honey.

- No?
- No.

Well, in that case, I shall
leave the skies to the bees.

And speaking of bees,

I believe I hear them
calling me.

Pooh bears simply were
not meant to fly.

Thanks for taking
buddy boy's mind

off of flying,
Christopher Robin.

Yes, he could have hurt himself.

Or someone else.

Always knew he could do it.

- What was that, Eyeore?
- Said you're right.

Pooh bears simply
weren't meant to fly.