All language subtitles for Winnie.the.Pooh.S04E02_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 ♪

[crows cawing]

What a lovely day for...

"an every other Thursday
except when it's raining"
squished ball game.

Okay, long-ears!

Here comes my knuckle-under
sideways overhead curveball

with a half a twist
of lemonade.

Oh, I do hope Rabbit
doesn't hit it,

and if he does,
I hope it doesn't hit me.

Not bad, if I do say so myself.

Um, Rabbit,
isn't this the part

where you run
to the first base?

Oh, my, Pooh Bear, it is.

Jumpin' crawdaddies!
What's all the commotion about?

Ahhhh!

[continues]

[continues]

[body thuds]

You know what I always say,

you gotta watch that first step.

Oh, dear, very small animals
such as myself

simply weren't meant to catch
such very large squish balls.

- I got it! I got it!
- Oof!

Say, I got you, Piglet,
old pal.

and you gotit.

Why, it's a touch goal!

I think.

Perhaps we could play a nice
quiet game of checkers instead?

[cries out]

What's the count,
Pooh Boy?

Either that,
or a hole-in-one.

A hole-in-one?

Yes, it is!

Piglet hit a hole-in-one.

Not, it's not,
it's not, it's not!

Yeah!

Why, Piglet, you're safe.

No! He's out, out, out
and re-out!

This is a matter
for the referee to settle.

But Christopher Robin
is a referee.

And Christopher Robin
isn't here.

Well, of course, he's here.

He's always here.
Where else would he be but here?

What do you know?
He's not here.

That's strange.
Christopher Robin has
never missed a game before.

Well, perhaps we should find him
and ask where he is.

Yoo-hoo! Christopher Robin!

Yoo-hoo!

Hi, guys,

Excuse, sir.

But have you perhaps
seen Christopher Robin?

He looks something
like you actually,

except much younger.

About so high, only higher.

He's a very good friend
of ours.

But I am me.

I don't know who this is.

But it is not
Christopher Robin.

He does look a slight little bit
like Christopher Robin.

This imposter's preposterous.

No, really, guys, it's me.

What's the matter
Christopher Robin?

Disguising yourself
so nobody'll recognize you?

Hiding out from robbers
or something?

It's because of this.

Oh, my, one of these?

Gasp! Not one of them.

Oh, dear.
It is one of those.

And what exactly is it?

It's an invitation to party
from a girl.

How wonderful!
[chuckles]

But you don't seem as happy
as it seems you should seem.

I'm not happy, Pooh.

'Cause this is a form
of grown-up kind of party.

You have to wear a suit
and a tie,

and sit up straight
and be polite.

Yuck!

And there'll be girls there.

Oh, I don't wanna go.

Don't worry,
Christopher Robin.

I got the answer
to your problems.

Don't go.

But I have to.

Mom said so.

- I feel sick.
- Oh, dear.

If you're sick, you really
shouldn't go out, you know.

Piglet, that's it!

[straining]

Stand back! Somebody give him
artificial perspiration!

[chuckles]
This is perfect!

Let's see.

The last time I was sick,
I had poising ivy.

I remember there was
a lot of scratching.

Weren't there also spots?

You're right.
Lots of spots.

Never fear, spots is here.

A little dab of this.

Maybe just a "squidge"
of that.

This is a very
"scientifical" process.

Is it real? Or is it isn't?

Only his friends know for sure.

Christopher Robin:
I look positively gruesome.

Thanks, Tigger.

I do spots almost as good
as I do stripes.

[chuckles]

Wait till Mom sees this.

[chuckles]

Well, what did your mom say?

She said I still have to go,

because water color spots
aren't contagious.

Christopher Robin,
it would seem to me

that any party must surely be
a good party.

Perhaps there will be
something sweet to eat.

Yes! Perhaps some carrot cake.

Actually, Rabbit,
I was thinking more of honey.

You don't understand.
This is a fancy party

where everything
has to be just so.

And I've never been
to one of those before.

Why, is that all it it?

Instruction in the social graces
is a specialty of mine.

I can teach you to be
a perfectly proper
gentleman in no time.

Posture, posture.
One must always sit up straight.

Christopher Robin.

Tigger, you may begin
the conversation.

Oh, Poohington...

- That's you, Pooh Bear.
- Oh.

[chuckles]

Um, yes, Tiggerington.

Cooking, anyone?

Oh, boy! Chow time!

Gentlemen take only one cookie.

It's a good thing I'm on a diet.

- Tea, Pooh?
- Oh, just a drop...

- if you please.
- Pooh Bear!

[chuckles]

One lump or two, Tigger?

- Make it 50.
- Tigger!

Where are your manners?

Must have left them
in my other suit.

[slurping]

No, no, no!

Proper gentlemen drink
with the pinkie extended

like so.

Now you may pass
the milk, Tigger.

Why certainly.
Go out long, Piglet!

- Tigger, no!
- It's okay being a proper
gentleman, bunny boy,

But there's no use
being stuffy about it.

Rabbit: Tigger, no!
Pooh, no!

Everybody stop!

Perhaps we should move on
to the next lesson.

Christopher Robin:
But Rabbit,

this is the worst part
of the whole thing.

You see, I-- I can't dance.

It's like I have two left feet.

Two left feetsies?

How do you tell
your socks apart?

How can I go to this party
and dance with girls

if I can't dance?

Why, Christopher Robin,
I can teach you to dance.

Or I could,
if I knew how.

Well, I know how!

I'm a regular dancing fool!

Don't move.
I'll be right back.

Hmm, used to be a muddy puddle
around here somewheres.

Ta-da!

Just what the dancing
doctor ordered.
[chuckles]

A little fancy footwork, and...

...just follow
the footie-steps.

One and two and four.

Hey, I think I'm dancing.

Why, Christopher Robin,
you are dancing.

Yes, and very nicely, too.

You're tripping
the light fantastic.

[crashing]

You got the tripping down,

but you need some work
on the fantastical.

Thanks for all your help, guys.

Now I won't feel
so shy around girls.

Oh, think nothing of it,
Christopher Robin.

I'm sure we shall have
a wonderful time.

But, guys...

What's wrong,
Christopher Robin?

I'm afraid you can't go
with me?

You see, the invitation
is addressed to me.

I wish I could take you
with me, but I can't.

He's gone...

without us.

Off to his party...

where he'll eat cake
and dance with girls.

And have fun.
[chuckles]

With all his new friends.

Yeah, he'll probably have
so much fun,

we'll never see him again.

And it's all our fault.

Oh, bother.

Piglet:
Oh, dear. We'll never see
Christopher Robin again.

Pooh Bear, how can you manage
to eat at a time like this?

Oh, isn't it time already?

Oh, bother.

Would you happen
to have more honey, Rabbit?

You know what happens when
a guy starts dressing up
in suits

and going to parties
with girls.

Oh, no, Tigger,
I don't know what happens.

Why, it's oblivious, Pooh Boy.

A guy just has to get all...

You tell him long-ears.

It's too painful for me
to talk about.

What happens is,
he turns into an adult.

[gasps]
Oh, my!

It sounds... terrible?

Why, it's worser
than terrible, Pooh Boy.

It's even miserably terrible.

What happens to happen,
Pooh Boy, is this.

First of all,
you move into a new house.

Nah. It's got to be
a big old house.

What? You call that big?

With a 200-car garage.

And a tree with a swing
and a garden full of daffodils,

and a couple of pink flamingos
and a mailbox made to match.

[inhales]

And last but not least,

an off-white pickety fence.

- [door closes]
- Sweetheart, I'm home!

- Hello, Christopher Robin.
- We haven't seen much
of you lately.

I haven't seen much
of anything lately.

Honeybunches!

Playing the hard parts
is what tiggers do the best.

- How was your day, dear?
- Just fine, sugar dumplin'.

I did the washin',
did the ironin',

painted the livin' room,
went shoppin',

retiled the kitchen,
built a bookcase,

and dug a swimming pool.

You wanna hear
what I did after breakfast?

[sighs]
Isn't she wonderful?

Who could ask
for a happier life?

Time for dinner,
sweetie pie.

Did someone say dinner?

How about a nice game of
squishball, Christopher Robin?

Fast food!
"Speciality" of the house!

Time to wash the dishes,
snookums. You dry.

Christopher Robin, do you think
we might have a word with you?

Sorry, Rabbit, but since
I found the girl of my dreams,

I don't have much time
for my friends.

My life is perfect now,
especially since--

Waah! Waah!

You have a baby?

Yep! And it's the spittin' image
of his dad,

a regular chip
off the old Robin.

Gopher, you're their baby?

Jumpin' crawdaddies, Tigger!
How'd I ever let you talk me
into this?

He's always a little cranky
before his evening feeding.

- Coochie-coochie-coochie-coo!
- [Gopher giggles]

Dagnabbit!

Christopher Robin
will never come back,
now that he's grown up.

Did you see the face
on that baby?

Yuck! It's gotta be love.

We've simply got to do
something.

It's for our-- for Christopher
Robin's own good.

But he has a wife
and a family now.

He's grown up.

Oh, if only we were grown up,
too.

I'm sure we'd know what to do.

Pooh Bear, that it!

If Christopher Robin
has grown up,

then we'll just have
to be grown-ups, too.

But grown-ups have
such very nice houses.

And none of us have
very grown-up houses.

We definitely need a new one.

Did I hear somebody say
new house?

Just happen to have
some plans right here.

It's the dream home my grand
pappy was always
dreaming of building.

Why, Gopher, it's perfect.

How soon can you build it?

Hmm, let's see.

I'll have to check
the specifications,

secure the proper permits.

How's a day and a half sound?

It sounds wonderful.

In a a day and a half,
we'll invite Christopher Robin

to our grown-up house
for a grown-up party.

All right, everyone,

we must stay precisely
on schedule,

if we're to be ready
for the party.

[straining]

- Tigger!
- What do you want, bunny boy?

I want you to take this
invitation to Christopher Robin.

Do you think you can do that?

Sure thing, long-ears.

Neither rainin' nor sleetin'
nor sick of smog

shall keep me from delivering
this invitation

to its disappointed round!

Whatever you do,
just be quick about it.

[straining]

I made it.

[wheel squeaking]

Oh, dear!

Pooh Bear,
what do you think
you're doing?

Why, I'm building a wall,
Rabbit.

But you should be using cement!

Yes, I know.
But honey is so much tastier.

Watch out!

[crash]

[wheel squeaking]

I hope this house is finished
before I am.

Like my grand pappy used to say,

you can't rush
quality craftsmanship.

And now if we're going
to have a truly grown-up party

in a truly grown-up house,

we simply must have
at least one girl present.

So run along, you two,
and find us a girl.

But Rabbit, wherever shall we
find one of those?

Well, must I think
of everything for you?

Tigger, what are you doing?

I'm doing the landscaping,
bunny boy.

You know, flowers and grass
and such as that.

The proper landscaping
of a lawn takes great care.

And the hands of
a skilled gardner who--

who-- who-- Yes.

Well, keep up
the good work, Tigger.

Do you see anything which looks
rather like a girl, Piglet?

Well, Pooh, when the light
hits it just a certain way--

Why, yes, I think
you're right, Piglet.

Actually, that looks somewhat
like a girl, doesn't it?

Rabbit: Tigger? Gopher?
What are you doing now?

What's it look like
we're doing?

We're putting the roof
on the garage.

Yes, but shouldn't you build
the garage first?

I knew we forgot something!

[wood snapping]

[crash]

Piglet: Do you think it
looks like a girl, Pooh?

Yes, Piglet.
I think it certainly does,

though I can't recall
if I have ever actually
seen a girl before.

[crows cawing]

[cawing]

It seems the crows
are shy around girls--

[chuckles]

...just like
Christopher Robin.

Gopher, why isn't
that chimney finished yet?

Do you want quality
craftsmanship

or slap-dash construction?

Hello, Rabbit.
Will you come meet
the girl we found?

Pooh Bear,
I simply don't have time.

There are only-- Oh, my!

There are only 15 more minutes
until the party!

Gopher! Tigger!
You must finish now

so that we can get ready
for Christopher Robin!

Just finishing
the finishing touch,
long-ears.

Now, remember everyone,
we're grown-ups now,

and only by acting
like grown-ups

can we hope to keep
Christopher Robin's friendship.

So I want all of you
to be on your best

and most grown-up behavior.

If we're supposed
to be grown-ups,

then I'm not wearing
this silly thing.

Come along, now.

Let's prepare for
Christopher Robin's arrival.

Hello. Anyone home?

[chuckles]

[rumbling]

Oh, bother.

Rabbit: Timber!

Christopher Robin:
There you all are.

I got your invitation and--
What happened?

It was our one chance
to get you back.

And we failed.

Get me back?
But I'm still here.

But Christopher Robin,

we thought you only wanted to be

with your new grown-up friends.

Just because
I had to go to a party

doesn't mean
I would forget you.

All that quality work
for nothing! Hah!

Silly old bear,
I'll never be so grown-up

that I won't have time
for my very best friends.

We merely thought that,
with your new home and wife--

- My wife?
- Oh, yes.

I'd almost forgotten.

Thank you for reminding me,
Christopher Robin.

Come right this way.

This, Christopher Robin,
is the guest who would
have been at the party...

had there been a party.

She's a girl, you know.
[chuckles]

But there's no reason
to be shy.

[chuckles]

She's very beautiful,
Pooh Bear.

Well, go on, Christopher Robin.
Say hello to her.

Um, how do you do?

I'm very pleased to meet you.

Go on, Christopher Robin.
Ask her for a dance.

Would you care to dance?

[chuckles]