Original subtitles

♪ 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 ♪

♪♪ [humming tune]

- Hiya, Rabbit! - [screams]

[chuckles]

You could use a hand with your handsome.

But if you really wanna see beautiful,

tiggers are so beautiful it hurts.

You're telling me.

[chuckles]

If I was any better looking,

you'd need two of me to hold all that gorgeous.

My public awaits.

[chuckles]

Whoa!

[gasps]

Tigger, you broke the mirror.

That means you'll have seven years bad luck.

Nah! It was only a little mirror.

I'll probably just get seven days.

Oh, no, no, no! Seven years!

[gulps]

Years?

Oh, tiggers don't believe in stupersitions!

- [glass shatters] - [laughing]

Besides-- [clears throat]

...it wasn't my mirror.

[gasps] Oh, no.

Yeah, bunny boy, it's you who's in for the bad luck.

Seven years? What'll I do?

Oh, no! Oh, no!

Don't worry those fuzzy, little ears.

Old Tigger will be your bodyguard.

I'll guard your body...

from all the ill fortune that's gonna befall it.

Just have a seat

in this nice, safe--

[cries out]

Don't move.

This chair's wobbly.

Lucky thing I stopped you from sitting.

- You might have got hurt. - Huh?

Now, don't worry.

[tapping]

I'll secure it.

Tigger!

[chuckles] Hmm, his bad luck

is about a gazillion times worse than I figured.

Don't worry, long ears!

We won't let another one of these things drop on your noggin.

Hey, wait a minute! This one's got a worm!

Worms? In my prize-winning apples?

Yeah, right here. See?

Tigger!

That's no good, bunny boy!

You can run from bad luck, but you can't hide!

Seven years.

Seven years?

I'll never make it.

[whimpering]

Ahh!

Oh, at last.

[chuckles]

Bad luck can't find me here.

- [screams] - Bubbly bath?

Rabbit, you're just asking for disaster.

[water draining]

Tigger!

No!

This isn't the answer, bunny boy.

You gotta come out and face your troubles.

How'd you get to be so good at bad luck anyways?

Come on up, long ears!

This spot is 101% safe! [chuckles]

You won't even need that anti-bad luck think.

Are you sure?

[chuckles]

Sure.

Hmm.

Just a harmless vegetable.

But with the kind of luck Rabbit's been having with apples--

[screams]

Tigger, what are you doing?

I'm digging for Rabbit, Pooh boy.

Why, you're in luck.

There's one now.

[stammering]

Hello, Rabbit.

I have just come from your house

where I was looking for you,

when I happened to find this.

Rabbit: Seven whole years!

But shouldn't I see me in it?

Or perhaps I've forgotten how to use it since I loaned it to you.

Why yes, I forgot.

It's Pooh's mirror.

[laughs]

Oh, Pooh, I am so sorry.

Seven years of bad luck. [clicks tongue]

Oh, but--

Now, don't worry, you're safe with me.

I'll protect you,

same as I did Rabbit.

Yes, and he's just the tigger to do it.

Why, I'd be a mess if it weren't were for him.

Oh, come on, Piglet, it's only for seven years.

But my shirt? Ooh! Whoa!

[snap]

Here, slip into this, Pooh boy.

Tigger, I'm confused.

If you're confused,

think how bamboozled that bad luck will be.

From here on out, Pooh, you're Piglet.

And Piglet, you're Pooh.

[chuckles] Got it?

Do Piglets such as myself like honey?

No, but Pooh bears do.

- Alley-oops! - Oh!

Oh, d-d-dear.

I wonder what that might be.

Tigger: That is bad luck!

Run!

- Help, help. - Help!

Don't worry, Pooh, I'll protect you!

[all scream]

[splash]

[buzzing]

Pooh: Now, if I'm Piglet, but he's Tigger,

and you're Pooh, then Rabbit must be--

Rabbit: Keep quiet!

Don't worry about a thing, Pooh.

Or is it Piglet?

You'll be absotutely, posilutly safe in here.

Do you really think so?

You just stay here for seven years and you'll be fine.

Oh, dear! Seven years?

And don't open your door for anyone.

I put a bona fide lightning rod up there.

Now even lightning will be afraid to come around.

[chuckles]

Let's see bad luck get in there.

[thunderclap]

Well, that didn't work.

This is outrageous.

First me, then you,

now Piglet.

How can it be?

We're just lucky.

[muttering]

Don't worry, Piglet.

I'm sure Tigger knows what's wrong.

After all, he was there when all three of us--

Tigger!

You were with all of us!

That's right, bunny boy.

And if it hadn't have been for me--

If it hadn't been for you,

none of this would have happened,

right, Piglet?

There! You see?

Tigger hasn't been following bad luck around,

it's been following him!

You broke the mirror.

The bad luck is yours!

[gasps]

He's right.

Oh, the pain, the agony,

the bunions, the woe,

the whoo, the you know who.

I'm gonna go away for awhile,

say seven years.

Tigger, what are you doing?

Packing seven years worth of stuff, for goodness sake.

Mind if I borrow this, bunny boy?

- Now, Tigger-- - Don't try to stop me.

- My bed! - I must go alone.

For the good of my fiends.

It's not safe having me around, you know.

Me! I'm not even safe being around myself.

- But-- - Yeah.

I'm gonna miss you guys, too.

[thunderclap]

We can't let him leave, not for seven years!

He'll miss my birthday.

[groans]

Boy, seven years stuck in the middle of nowhere.

This looks like as good a place as any.

Tigger! Oh, Tigger!

Hey! What are you guys doing in the middle of nowhere?

We unbroke the mirror.

[gasps] It works!

It's unbusticated!

- It's me! - Now you won't have to leave.

That old bad luck is just out of luck.

P-P-Pooh!

Why, welcome back, Piglet.

Oh, Thank you.

Christopher Robin: Oh, no, no!

A broken mirror doesn't mean bad luck, Pooh.

That's just a superstition.

Oh, I know, Christopher Robin.

I don't believe in--

[stammering]

...in those things.

I was just playing along

so the bad luck wouldn't feel bad.

What are you looking for, Pooh?

I thought I might find a four-leaf clover...

just in case.

Silly old bear.

Christopher Robin! [chuckles]

You know you can't skate without your earmuffs on.

Oh, yeah. Thanks, Mom.

Christopher Robin, why can't you skate without earmuffs?

'Cause otherwise his toes would get cold.

Oh, no! I can skate without my earmuffs.

It's just I can't skate without my earmuffs.

You know how moms are.

Ready?

Ready! For what?

Christopher Robin: Watch out, Piglet!

Tigger: Gangway!

Oh, hello, Piglet.

Nice of you to drop in.

Hello, Pooh.

Where are we going so very quickly?

Why, we're going skating.

Skating?

Last one on the ice is...

last one on the ice!

[shudders]

The ice seems particularly cold today.

Perhaps if I waited till it got warmer.

Hurry up, Piglet! You're missing all the fun.

Huh! Tourists!

Hey, anybody wanna play ice cookie?

Isn't that ice hockey, Roo?

No, we're out of hockey pucks.

But Mama gave me an oatmeal cookie.

I'll be captain of the winning team.

And Christopher Robin, you can be captain of the other one.

Pick me, Tigger! Pick me!

Hmm. I pick Roo.

- Pooh! - Eyeore!

- Rabbit! - Owl!

- Piglet! - Oh, dear!

- Oh, bother. - Come on, Piglet!

We need you!

Oh, I can't really.

I have to mow my lawn.

But, Piglet, it's winter.

Well, there's no use waiting until the last minute.

I wonder what's wrong with Piglet.

- Perhaps I'd better find out. - [whistle blowing]

Okay! Let's whack that cookie!

Rabbit: I got it!

Roo: I think I got it!

Yay!

Whoo! I say!

[laughing]

Hurrah.

If only I knew how to skate.

Pooh: Piglet, isn't your yard that way?

Why, Pooh, what are you doing up here?

I've come to ask...

What are you doing up here, Piglet?

I'm up here because I--

because I can't-- I can't skate!

Oh!

[cries out]

Oh, dear!

- [whistle blows] - One point for Piglet's team!

Whichever that is.

Hello, Piglet.

Finish mowing your lawn already?

He wasn't really mowing his lawn, Christopher Robin.

Why, Piglet, what's the matter?

You see, he can't skate.

And he feels terribly ashamed.

Don't worry, Piglet, we'll teach you.

But, Christopher Robin, I can't do it.

I know I can't.

Of course you can, Piglet.

It's just like walking, only not.

Well, this isn't so entirely bad.

You see, Piglet?

You can do it.

Oh, dear! Oh!

Oh!

He caught one.

So what kind of bait do you use?

Spread out. Let me have a crack at him.

I'll have him skating quicker than you can say

Ticonderogia!

If you can say Ticonderogia!

You see, the trouble is the little skates

on the little guy's little feet.

They're just too little.

Perhaps I might try learning a bit later.

Say around summertime?

There, there, Piglet. Be brave.

These king-size super skates will do the trick.

I don't think this is a good idea.

Good?

Why, it's downright superfluous.

Yaah!

Oh, I say, I'm impressed.

Reminds me of the time my cousin Torbek shot

an armadillo out of a catapult.

- [laughing] - [screams]

Why, exactly what he said.

Well, that didn't work.

Christopher Robin, I believe I have an idea...

or something like one.

What is it, Pooh?

- Your earmuffs. - My earmuffs?

Your mother said you couldn't skate without your earmuffs,

so perhaps Piglet could borrow them?

Yes! We'll give Piglet my earmuffs.

That's a wonderful idea.

I rather thought so.

Christopher Robin, do you mean if I wear these earmuffs,

I'll e be able to skate?

Yes, Piglet. These earmuffs are magic.

[chuckles]

Christopher Robin: First your right foot, then your left.

Right, left.

- Good! - I can skate.

I can skate!

The earmuffs really do work!

In a little while, I'll be ready to play ice cookie.

It's ice honey now.

Eyeore ate the puck,

so Rabbit brought a jaw for us to use.

Come on! We better hurry!

They'll start without us!

Christopher Robin: Oh, that was some game.

Tigger: Yeah! And tomorrow we got to break the tie!

Ta-ta, all. Until tomorrow.

Yeah, I better be going, too.

Bye, everybody.

Pooh: Why, Rabbit, we almost forgot your honey jar.

Perhaps there's still a small lowly smackerel left in it?

Oh, bother.

Now, Pooh bear, you know you shouldn't go on the ice without skates.

We better go out and get him.

Roo: Help! Mama!

Oh, dear! What was that?

Say, isn't it a little foolhardy heading downstream?

Don't you know there's a waterfall over there?

Piglet!

- What, Pooh? - Our skates!

Don't worry! I'll save you s-s-somehow!

I almost forgot my magic earmuffs.

Oh, my! The magic earmuffs!

Piglet!

Without my earmuffs, I'm doomed!

Tigger: Piglet! You're going the wrong way!

But I have to get those earmuffs if I'm going to skate.

But Piglet, aren't you skating now?

Yes, I was skating, wasn't I?

Oh, d-d-dear!

[screams]

Is it over?

You see, Piglet, you never needed those earmuffs at all.

Yeah! All you needed was a little practicing.

And a little confidence.

Isn't it wonderful that I became such a very fine skater

- just as-- just as-- - [water bubbling]

Just as the spring thaws, as in.