Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day (1968)

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This could be the room of any small boy, but it just happens to belong to a boy named Christopher Robin.

Like most small boys, Christopher Robin has toy animals to play with.

And they had many remarkable adventures in an Enchanted Place called the Hundred Acre Wood.

And this is where our story begins.

On this blustery day, Pooh decided to visit his thoughtful spot.

Yes, and on the way I made up a little hum.

It hums something like this.

Oh, the wind is lashing lustily

And the trees are thrashing thrustily

And the leaves are rustling gustily

So it's rather safe to say

That it seems that it may turn out to be

It feels that it will undoubtedly

It looks like a rather blustery day today

It seems that it may turn out to be

Feels that it will undoubtedly

Looks like a rather blustery day today

Fortunately, Pooh's thoughtful spot was in a sheltered place.

He sat down and tried hard to think of something.

Think, think, think, think, think.

Think... Think... Think...

Say, what's wrong, sonny?

Got yourself a headache? No, I was just thinking.

Is that so? What about?

I... Oh, bother, you made me forget.

If I was you, I'd think about skedaddling out of here.

Why?

Because it's Winds-day.

Winds-day?

I think I shall wish everyone a happy Winds-day.

I shall begin with my very dear friend, Piglet.

Piglet lived in the middle of the forest in a very grand house, in the middle of a beech tree.

Piglet loved it very much.

Yes.

You see, it's been in the family a long time.

It belonged to my grandfather.

That's his name up there. Trespassers Will.

That's short for Trespassers William.

Trespassers William?

Yes. And Grandma.

She called him T.W.

That's even shorter.

Yes, yes, yes. And on this blustery day, the wind was giving you a bother. Now, you've been here before.

I don't mind the leaves that are leaving.

It's the leaves that are coming!

Happy Winds-day, Piglet.

Well, it isn't very happy for me.

Where are you going, Piglet?

That's what I'm asking myself, where?

Pooh!

What do you think you will answer yourself?

Oh, I'm unravelling!

Oh, that was a close one!

Hang on tight, Piglet.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear, dear!

Look, Mama, look! A kite!

Oh, my goodness, it's Piglet!

Happy Winds-day, Kanga. Happy Winds-day, Roo.

Can I fly Piglet next, Pooh?

Oh, dear. Oh, dear, dear!

There, that should stand against anything.

Oh, help, help! Somebody, save me!

Happy Winds-day, Eeyore. Thanks for noticing me.

Oh, bother!

Oh, what a refreshing day for harvesting.

Happy Winds-day, Rabbit.

Pooh bear! Stop! Oh, go back!

Oh, no! Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Oh, yes!

Next time, blow through my rutabaga patch.

Who, who, who... Who is it?

It's me. Please, may I come in?

Well, I say now.

Someone has pasted Piglet on my window.

Well, well! Pooh, too.

This is a surprise.

Do come in and make yourselves comfortable.

Am I correct in assuming it is a rather blustery day outside?

Yes, sir, Owl.

It's a very, very blustery day outside.

Oh, yes. That reminds me.

Happy Winds-day, Owl.

My good fellow, I wouldn't go so far as to call it a Winds-day, just a gentle spring zephyr.

Excuse me, Owl, but is there honey in that pot?

Oh, yes, of course. Help yourself.

Now, as I was saying, this is just a mild spring zephyr, compared to the big wind of '67.

Or was it '76? Oh, well, no matter.

Oh, I remember the big blow well.

I'll remember this one, too.

It was the year my Aunt Clara went to visit her cousin.

Now, her cousin was not only gifted on the glockenspiel, but being a screech owl, also sang soprano in the London opera.

Thank you, Piglet.

You see, her constant practising so unnerved my aunt, that she laid a seagull egg by mistake.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear, dear.

Well, I say now, someone has...

Pooh, did you do that?

I don't think so.

As soon as Christopher Robin heard of the disaster, he hurried to the scene of Owl's misfortune.

What a pity.

Owl, I don't think we will ever be able to fix it.

If you ask me, when a house looks like that, it's time to find another one.

That's a very good idea, Eeyore.

Might take a day or two, but I'll find a new one.

Good, that will just give me time to tell you about my Uncle Clyde, a very independent barn owl, he didn't give a hoot for tradition.

He became enamoured of a pussycat, and went to sea in a beautiful pea green boat.

Owl talked from page 41 to page 62.

On page 62, the blustery day turned into a blustery night.

To Pooh, it was a very anxious sort of night, filled with anxious sorts of noises.

One of the noises was a sound that had never been heard before.

Is that you, Piglet?

Well, tell me about it tomorrow... Eeyore?

Oh, come in, Christopher Robin.

Now, Pooh, being a bear of very little brain, decided to invite the new sound in.

Hello, out there.

Oh, I hope nobody answers.

Hello, I'm Tigger!

You scared me. Sure I did.

Everyone's scared of tiggers.

Who are you? I'm Pooh.

Oh, a Pooh, sure.

What's a Pooh? You're sitting on one.

I am?

Oh, well, glad to meet ya. Name's Tigger.

T, I, double "guh," err.

That spells "Tigger."

But what is a tigger?

Well, he asked for it.

The wonderful thing about tiggers is tiggers are wonderful things

Their tops are made out of rubber their bottoms are made out of springs

They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy pouncy fun, fun, fun, fun, fun

But the most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one

I'm the only one

Then what's that over there?

Oh, hey, hey, look, look, look.

Oh, what a strange looking creature.

Look at those beady little eyes, and that pur-posti-rus chin, and those ricky-diculus striped pyjamas.

Looked like another tigger to me.

Oh, no, it's not! I'm the only tigger.

Watch me scare the stripes off of this impostor.

Is he gone?

All except the tail.

He's gone.

You can come out now, Tigger.

Tigger?

Hello, I'm Tigger. You said that.

Oh, well, did I say I was hungry?

I don't think so. Well, then I'll say it.

I'm hungry!

Oh, not for honey, I hope.

Honey! Oh, boy, honey!

That's what tiggers like best.

I was afraid of that.

Oh, say...

Yuck!

Tiggers don't like honey!

But you said...

That icky, sticky stuff is only fit for heffalumps and woozles.

You mean elephants and weasels.

That's what I said. Heffalumps and woozles.

Well, what do heffa... Halla... What do they do?

Nothing much. Just steal honey. Steal honey?

They sure do. Well, I'd better be bouncing along now, chum.

Cheerio!

The wonderful thing about tiggers is tiggers are wonderful things

Their tops are made out of rubber their bottoms are made out of springs

They're bouncy trouncy, flouncy pouncy fun, fun, fun, fun, fun

But the most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one

I'm the only one

Well, if what Tigger said was true, and there really were heffalumps and woozles about, there was only one thing to do.

Take drastic precautions to protect his precious honey.

Oh, hello.

Am I glad to see you!

It's more friendly with two.

Now, you go that way, and I'll go this way.

You didn't see anything, did you?

Neither did I.

Now, the very blustery night turned into a very rainy night, and Pooh kept his lonely vigil, hour after hour after hour.

Until, at last, Pooh fell fast asleep and began to dream.

Heffalumps and woozles.

Heffalumps and woozles steal honey.

Beware. Beware.

They're black, they're brown

they're up, they're down

They're in, they're out they're all about

They're far, they're near they're gone, they're here

They're quick and slick they're insincere

Beware, beware

Be a very wary bear

A heffalump or woozle is very confusil

A heffalump or woozle's very sly, sly, sly

They come in ones and twosles

But if they so choosles

Before your eyes you'll see them multiply

Ply, ply, ply

They're extraordinary

So better be wary

Because they come in every shape and size

Size, size, size

If honey's what you covet

You'll find that they love it

Because they guzzle up the thing you prize

They're green, they're blue they're pink, they're white

They're round, they're square they're a terrible sight

They tie themselves in horrible knots

They come in stripes or polka dots

Beware, beware

Be a very wary bear

They're extraordinary

So better be wary

Because they come in every shape and size

Size, size, size

If honey's what you covet

You'll find that they love it

Because they'll guzzle up the things you prize

They're black, they're brown they're up, they're down

They're in, they're out they're all about

They're far, they're near they're gone, they're here

They're quick and slick they're insincere

Beware, beware

Beware, beware

Beware

Is it raining in there?

It's raining out here, too.

As a matter of fact, it was raining all over the Hundred Acre Wood.

There was a thunderstorm on page 71.

And on page 73, there was a bit of a cloudburst.

It rained and it rained and it rained.

The rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

In rushing rising rivulets

Till the river crept out of its bed

And crept right into Piglet's

Poor Piglet he was frightened

With quite a rightful fright

And so in desperation

A message he did write

Help! Piglet, Me!

He placed it in a bottle

And it floated out of sight

And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

So Piglet started bailing

He was unaware atop his chair while bailing he was sailing

And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

And the flood rose up, up, upper

Pooh too was caught and so he thought

I must rescue my supper

Ten honey pots he rescued

Enough to see him through

But as he sopped up his supper

The river sopped up Pooh

And the water twirled and tossed him In a honey pot canoe

Rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

When the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

So the Hundred Acre Wood got floodier and floodier.

But the water couldn't come up to Christopher Robin's house, so that's where everyone was gathering.

It was a time of great excitement.

But in the midst of all the excitement, Eeyore stubbornly stuck to his task of house-hunting for Owl.

There's one.

Cosy cottage. Nice location.

A bit damp for Owl, though.

Meanwhile, little Roo made an important discovery.

Look! I've rescued a bottle.

And it's got something in it, too.

It's a message, and it says...

Help! Piglet, Me!

Owl, you fly over to Piglet's house, and tell him we'll make a rescue.

A rescue? Yes, yes. Of course, of course.

So Owl flew out over the flood and he soon spotted two tiny objects below him.

One was little Piglet caught in the whirlpool, and the other was Pooh, trying to get the last bit of honey from the pot.

Oh, Owl, I don't mean to complain, but I'm afraid. I'm scared.

Now, now, Piglet, chin up and all that sort of thing.

A rescue is being thought of.

Be brave, little Piglet.

It's awfully hard to be brave when you're such a small animal.

To divert your small mind from your unfortunate predicament, I shall tell you an amusing anecdote.

It concerns a cousin of mine, who became so frightened during a flood that he...

I beg your pardon, Owl, but I think we're coming to a flutterfall, a flatterfall, a very big waterfall.

Please, no interruptions.

There you are, Pooh bear.

Now, to continue my story...

Look, there's Pooh. Over here, Pooh!

Oh, hello, Christopher Robin.

Pooh, thank goodness you're safe.

Have you seen Piglet? Excuse me, I have...

What I mean is, here I am!

Pooh, you rescued Piglet. I did?

Yes, and it was a very brave thing to do.

It was?

You are a hero. I am?

As soon as the flood is over, I shall give you a hero party.

Attention, everybody.

Now, this party is a hero party, because of what someone did. And that someone is...

I found it. Found what, Eeyore?

House for Owl.

I say, Eeyore, good show!

Oh, isn't that wonderful. Where is it, Eeyore?

If you want to follow me, I'll show it to ya.

Everyone followed Eeyore.

Then, to the surprise of all, Eeyore stopped right in front of...

Piglet's house?

Why are you stopping here, Eeyore?

This is it, Owl's new house.

Oh, dear, mercy me!

Oh, dear, mercy me, too!

Name's on it and everything.

W-O-L. That spells "Owl."

Bless my soul, so it does.

Well, what do you think of it?

It is a nice house, Eeyore, but...

It is a lovely house, Eeyore, but...

It's the best house in the whole world.

Tell them it's your house, Piglet.

No, Pooh.

This house belongs to our very good friend, Owl.

But, Piglet, where will you live?

Well, I guess I shall live...

I suppose I shall live...

With me! You shall live with me.

Won't you, Piglet? With you?

Oh, thank you, Pooh bear.

Of course I will.

Piglet, that was a very grand thing to do.

A heroic thing to do.

Christopher Robin, can you make a one-hero party into a two-hero party?

Of course we can, silly old bear.

And so, Pooh was a hero for saving Piglet, and Piglet was a hero for giving Owl his grand home in the beech tree.

We never will forget our hero of the wet

Our quick thinking unsinking Pooh bear

And Piglet, who indeed helped out a friend in need

For truly they're the heroes of the day

So we say hip-hip-hooray for the Piglet and the Pooh

Piglet and Pooh we salute you

What's all that stomping and singing and silly shenanigans?

Hip-hip hoo-ray

Hip-hip hoo-ray

Hip-hip hoo-ray for Winnie the Pooh

And Piglet, too!