03x05 - Pooh Skies

[bunniefuu]

♪ 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 gotta be there ♪

♪ It's me and it's you ♪

♪ My silly old
Winnie the Pooh ♪

See it? There's a whale.

And that one looks like a...

It is, if I'm not mistaken,

a honey pot.

Silly old bear.

You think all the clouds
look like honey pots.

Not that one.

It looks like a bee.

Christopher Robin,

where exactly do all
these clouds come from?

Well, they come from
a cloud machine, of course.

Oh, yes.

I should have known.

The cloud machine
can make anything.

See?
There's a pirate ship.

And that one
looks like a dragon.

Doesn't it, Pooh?

The one carrying the honey pot?

It seems all this cloud watching

has made me rather hungry.

Perhaps we should stop

for a small smackerel
of something sweet.

Oh, bother.

This, I think, is not honey.

Indeed, it's nothing
in the least bit like honey.

Oh, but as for what it is,
I don't know.

Hiya, buddy bear!

Hello, Tigger.

Seen any good
muddy puddles lately?

The kind that need bouncing in?

I'm afraid I've
only seen, uh, this.

Say, where'd you get that
nice-looking handful of blueness?

Hmm?

It came from up there,
somewhere,

I should imagine,

though I was hoping
for honey instead.

Gasp!

You knocked that down
from up there?

Do you know what you done,
buddy bear?

For one thing,
I haven't gotten any honey.

You broke the sky

with your stick!

Ohh! I did?

Do you know what this means?

Why, no, Tigger, I don't.

Uh, do you?

You remember
that crazy old story

about the cat
who played out of tune?

He fiddled so bad,
a moo-cow got mad

Moo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

And knocked him
clear to the moon.

Yaah!

Oh, my.

The whole sky was bare

when the kitty got there.

And he fell

to what looked like his doom.

Meanwhile, down on the ground,

all cuddly and round,

Humphrey Dumphrey
sat on his wall.

Then he heard a strange noise.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

And he gazed up on high.

And that kitty came falling
right out of the sky.

He sent Humphrey flying
like a chubby old bird.

But where the guy landed
I won't say a word.

You won't?

Aw, hoo hoo, you talked
me into it. Hoo!

It was Jack Horner's pie
which was big as the sky.

And when Humphrey hit it...
I don't want to quibble...

the splash was so big,
it was... horribibble

What are we standing here for?

We got to warn everybody.

Pooh! You...
You broke the sky?

Oh, Pooh, how could you?

Well, I was using this stick
to gather honey when...

...when, uh, that happened.

Uhh. Only a bear
of very little brain

could break an entire sky.

I'm sure Pooh didn't
mean to break it.

Don't want to rain
on anybody's parade,

but it seems to me,
with one piece gone,

the rest of the sky
could fall, too.

Why...
Why, Eeyore's right.

Oh, dear.

The whole sky is going
to fall down on our heads.

The most important thing

is to remain calm.

Not surprised
the sky's coming down.

Only surprised it didn't
happen yesterday.

There. Quality construction.

Meets all the modern standards.

Should hold up against
fallen skies.

Of course, butterflies are
another matter altogether.

I got to be ready
for that fallen sky

because no sky means no rain,

and no rain means no muddy
puddles to splash in.

That ought to hold me till
Tuesday. Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Oh, dear.
No sky means no sun.

And no sun means no light.

And very small animals
who are afraid of the dark

simply must be prepared.

Oh, dear.

If there was no sky,

there will be nothing
for the bees to fly in,

and that means no honey for me.

So I must gather
as much as possible.

Ohh. Still not nearly enough.

If the sky is going to fall,

it's going to fall
all over my vegetables.

I must protect them.

With pieces of sky
dropping everywhere,

nothing's going to be...

safe.

I don't know why I didn't
think of it sooner.

It's simply too
dangerous up... here!

At least the falling sky
can't hurt us now.

Ohh...

dear.

Hawmp!

Bother.

Down here we'll be perfectly,

absolutely, 100% safe.

Uh, more or less.

Yes, sir, I've earned
myself some shuteye

after all that tunneling.

Morning, Tigger.

Tigger? Piglet?

Pooh? Eeyore?
Rabbit?

Say, what's going on here?

We're moving in with you.

But... But...

Couldn't very well
stay where we were.

Not with the sky falling
down on our noggins.

Sky?

Falling?

So we thought we'd
come live with you.

Forever.

Forever?

I can't have
houseguests forever!

Mm. Hmm. No way no how

can I have these squatters here
for the whole rest of time.

Uh, there's only one
thing to do.

If the sky's busted,

I'll have to fix it.

Hmm. It can't be done,
Gopher.

It's impossibibble.

Impossibibble?

Why, I don't even know
the meaning of the word.

Neither do I.

If a thing's broken,

I'm just the gopher
to unbreak it.

Screwdriver.

Ratchet.

Yes, sir. Just about done.

Not much more.
Almost there now.

Yep. Yep. Mm-hmm.

Considered all the angles...

patching, sewing, new paint job.

Figured there's only one
good way to fix it:

Going up and rebuilding it.

No slapdash patchwork
for me, no, sir.

Gopher, it will never work.

Come along. We must finish
moving into the tunnel.

Aren't you coming, Pooh?

I believe, Piglet,

since the broken sky
is my fault,

I should help Gopher.

Well, the sun's gone out.

First thing to happen
when a sky falls.

Quickly, back to the tunnel.

Come on, little Piglet,

before some sky falls down
on your very small head.

Yep, time's running out.

Let's get cracking, Pooh Bear.

Oh, my.

On top of all the trouble

I've caused
for everyone down there,

I'm sure I've also made
things very difficult

for Christopher Robin's
friends up here.

Can't fix a thing till I
find out where it's broke.

Hmm. Mm. Got to be
around here somewhere.

I don't see any sign of...

Gopher? Oh, bother.

And another bother.

Yikes!

W-W-What was that?

Could have been the sky falling.

Not that I've ever
heard one fall before.

Hmm. Looks like it's still up
there where it ought to be.

So I was wrong.
Big surprise.

Look!

Oh, it's Pooh's honey pot.

But where are Pooh and Gopher?

Hate to even bring up
the possibility,

but they might be up there.

That Pooh Bear always did
have his head in the clouds.

Oh, dear.

Never fear, Pigalet.

We'll get him down,

or my name isn't
T-I-double Guh-Er:

Tigger.

Which, by the way, it is.

Oh, my.

Gopher!

Gopher!

Gopher!

Well, since he isn't here,

he must be... somewhere else.

So I shall look there.

Oh, bother!

No. He's not here, either.

Good news, Pooh boy.

While you were sitting around,

I found the trouble.

When you busted the sky,

it sprung a leak.

Why, this must be
the cloud machine

Christopher Robin told me about.

And there is where

your cloud soup's coming from.

Well, we're gonna have to
tighten that handle

so the leak will stop.

Yes. That's exactly
what we must do.

Uh, can we do that?

Mm. First thing
we're going to need

is a larger-than-usual wrench.

Tigger, watch your foot.

Can you... reach it, Eeyore?

Need to be a little higher...

say, a mile or three.

I don't think
this is going to...

Hawmp!

...work.

This ought to do it.

Heave.

h*.

Heave.

Uh-oh.

Unless we get
that thing stopped,

the whole place is going
to be neck-deep in clouds.

Gopher!

I got you... Aah!

- Yaah!
- Bother!

Almost had it.

This time, give it all you got.

This won't do.

We're just going to have
to think of something else.

You're right, bunny boy,

and I'm just the tigger
to think of it.

Oh, Christopher Robin's
pirate ship is sinking,

and it's all my fault.

We got to get back
to the busted pipe

so we can stop that leak.

Yaah!

Whoa!

I came. I sawed. I hammered.

This will get us up there.

But how do we get it up there?

Why, we'll simply...

we'll just... or we could...

Well, this was your idea.

Things are getting
so weighed down,

looks like the whole
shebang's gonna go.

Uh, Gopher, does it
seem to be getting

just the least bit stormy?

Yep. Sure sign
it's fixing to fall.

Better get an idea
quick, Pooh boy.

Dag nabbit! Why didn't I
think of it before?

If you got too much of a
thing, you drain it off.

That's the solution
to any plumbing problem.

I think we'd better get
Pooh and Gopher down

very, very soon.

Heave.

h*!

Heave!

h*!

Oh, dear.

My nose itches.

I'll get it for you,
little Pigalet.

Better not let go.

How's that, donkey boy?

Said you better not let go.

Heave...

h*-h*-h*-whoa!

Well, back to the ironing board.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Got to work fast.
Not much time left.

Now to get the clouds
into the drain.

Heave!

Timber!

By dinghy! Ha ha ha!

It's working!

Now to get back to that leak.

Oh, my!

The sky's falling!

Oh, dear!



Success.

Gopher, look.

Christopher Robin's
cloud friends are safe.

Wish I could say
the same for us.

Fixing that leak
put us in a fix.

Oh, bother.

Head the high ground!

If you can find any.

Don't go anywhere, Pooh boy!

Yes, I wasn't.

Come on!

Uh, we seem to have run
out of places to run.

Don't have much choice
in the matter.

- Yaah!
- Ohh!

Is it falling?

Oh, my. It is!

It's falling!

Say, those piece of falling sky

look awful familiar.

One of them bears a
remarkabibble resemblance

to a bear I know.

Other one looks
kind of like Gopher.

It... It is Pooh and Gopher!

Quickly, the net!

Over this-a-way!

- No. Over here.
- Oh, dear.

Pooh. Gopher.

You're all right.

Why, look. It's the sun.

Pooh boy, we did it!

We fixed the sky!

You got it looking good as new.

Can't even tell it was busted.

Oh, yes, it looks
very beautiful indeed.

I believe an occasion
as wonderful as this

calls for...

a celebration

in honor of Pooh and Gopher
who fixed the broken sky.

Hip hip!

Hooray.

Thanks to their heroic efforts,

my vegetables will be safe.

And it won't be dark forever.

And I won't need a new house

till it falls down again.

And there will be
muddy puddles to spare.

And the bees...

can still make honey.

And everybody can move
out of my tunnels.

Because the sky
at long last is fixed.

And we have nothing more
to worry about ever... again?

Why, bunny boy,

do you realize what you've done?

Oh, my.

And then the sky was fixed.

Here, you see,
are a few of the pieces which broke.

But, Pooh, this isn't the sky.

These are just eggshells.

The sky isn't going to fall.

Yes.
Not since we fixed it.

Silly old bear.