03x09 - Easy Come, Easy Gopher/Invasion of the Pooh Snatcher

[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 got to be there ♪

♪ It's me and it's you ♪

♪ My silly old
Winnie the Pooh ♪

Don't stop now.

We're almost finished.

Whew. It sure took
long enough

to dig this whatchamahoosie.

Ooh. I thought you said
this, uh, whatchamahoosie

was going to save work, Rabbit.

Oh, dear.

This ditch is part of my new
scientific farming method.

Once it's filled with water,

It will keep my carrots
moist and happy

all summer long.

What's the big idea, sonny?

If I hadn't filled in
that big ditch,

you'd have water kersplashing
all over your garden.

Filled in?

By dinghy,

you've nearly ruined
the work of a lifetime.

Now see here, Gopher,

just what do you think
you're doing?

Well, first I got to set up
my construction site.

Then I got to take a survey...

Uh, but...

You fellas can help me,
too, if you like.

Careful. This blackboard's
been in the family for years.

Oh, it's beautiful, Gopher,

with just he right
amount of chalk.

This here equation
was handed down

from my grandpappy
to my pappy to me.

Boys, you're eyeballing
a real wonder of the world:

An equation for...
the ultimate tunnel.

And to think it looked like
just a bunch of numbers to me.

No, siree.

These are more
than just numbers.

Gopher, narrating:
My grandpappy was always

an overeager young
whippersnapper,

and one day he accidentally
tunneled into the Grand Canyon.

Ever since
that fateful afternoon,

he dreamed of digging
the ultimate tunnel.

I'm going to make
my ancestor's dream a reality.

That's wonderful, Gopher,

but just where will this
ultimate tunnel begin?

Follow me.

Congratulations, Rabbit.

My ultimate tunnel
starts right here.

You lucky guy.

Yep. Heh heh heh heh.

Ain't it wonderful?

But... But... But... But...

I know it's a big job, Rabbit,

but a gopher's got to do
what a gopher's got to do.

No. Wait. What I meant was...

And we'll help you, Gopher.

Perhaps we should have a
small smackerel of something

to celebrate before we start.

Oh, bother.

Is anyone hungry?

Besides me, I mean.

Oh, I suppose not.

Well, a pooh has to do
what a pooh has to do.

I can't stand this!

Oops! Oh, bother.

Pooh. What have you one?

What a pooh had to do,
I believe.

No, Pooh. Look.

Oh, don't worry about that,
Rabbit.

There. Oh, bother.

Something seems to be missing.

Missing?

Why, no, Pooh, not at all.

You've one a fabulous
thing, Pooh Bear.

I mean, a perfectly
fixable thing.

Now run along.

I promise to fix your mistake

if you promise to keep
quiet about it.

Quiet about what, Rabbit?

Never mind, Pooh.

I'll take care of everything.

Heh heh heh.
Thank you very much.

Say, there's something fishy
going on around here.

Have you started work

on your ultimate tunnel
yet, Gopher?

Nope. Seems I've made
a mistake in my calculations.

Oh, well. Somehow
I'll try to go on

living without it.

Poor Rabbit.

I hope he'll recover
from the disappointment.

♪ Tootly toot tee tee,
ta ta ta ta ta ta ♪

My, my. Even a dusty floor
looks better

than one with a big hole in it.

Now what can that be?

What are you doing
to Piglet's house?

Just following the equation
for my ultimate tunnel.

Mm, this time
I'm sure I got it right.

Oh, my goodness.
What have I done?

Are you all right, Piglet?

Oh, dear. Dirt
certainly piles up

if you're not watching it
every minute.

It's all my fault, every bit.

But, uh, Rabbit,
I don't understand.

Hmm. Hmm.

According to Grandpappy's
calculations,

the ultimate tunnel's
got to pass

right under Tigger's place.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Nothing like a morning swim

to keep my stripes fit and trim.

This is just awful.

Yi! Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Help! Or I'm gonna
be the first tigger

to drown in midair!

Then again, maybe not.

Thanks for putting
some spring in my fall,

- bunny boy.
- Don't mention it, Tigger.

That's funny. One minute
I was bouncing into my moat,

and the next minute
I landed on you.

You must have fallen

through Gopher's
ultimate tunnel.

Yeah. Now that you
mention it, I did.

Hoo hoo.
However did you guess?

Because I'm ultimately
to blame for it.

Morning, Pooh Bear.

Hello, Gopher.

I was just trying to decide

what was the most
amount of honey

for the least amount of climb.

Hmm. Sure wish I had
your kind of problems.

Grandpappy's equation
is getting to be

more than I can handle.

Oh, bother.

Pooh Bear, have you seen Gopher?

Why, yes, Rabbit.
I believe I have.

He disappeared down there,
along with my honey.

Oh, why did I ever tamper
with Gopher's equation?

It should have been my place
he tunneled through,

not everyone else's.

It was only a very small
smackerel of honey,

but it did make Gopher's
grandpappy's equation

much more, oh, less.

Yeah. And old long ears
was practacally misty-eyed

when the tunnel got switched.

Now the rest of him
is very misty, too.

Why don't we change
Gopher's equation

back to the way it was?

That's a splendiferous idea.

That'll cheer up
Gopher and Rabbit.

And the equation, too.

Rabbit?

Oh, what are you doing here?

Oh, I was just thinking.

It's my fault
your homes are ruined,

so I decided I had to
change the equation back

to make things right.

But I don't know how.

Aw. Don't feel sad,
Rabbit.

Yes.

Neither do we.

You're right, Pooh boy.

So what are we waiting for?

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Tiggernometry
is one of the things

tiggers do best.

Hoo hoo! We did it.

Uh, not quite.

Gopher's been working so hard

and getting nowhere,

and it's all my fault.

We've fixed the equation.

Now it's time to dig
Grandpappy's ultimate tunnel.

And I know just where to start.

Digging tunnels
takes much longer

than digging irritation streams.

All night, to be exact.

I don't know if we dug it right,

but we certainly dug it deep.

My tummy suggests we share
a small smackerel

to celebrate.

The tunnel sounds hungry, too.

The tunnel sounds hungry?

- Help!
- Oh, dear!

There goes the equation!

Oh, no! Where's Gopher?

Well, looks like Grandpappy's
dream is gone forever.

It's all my fault, Gopher.

I thought our homes
were more important,

and just look
at the mess I've made.

Of course your homes
are important.

That's why I tried
to include them

in the ultimate tunnel.

Guess I got carried away.

I think we all did.

If we all got carried away,

can't we all carry ourselves
back somehow?

By ding-dangy,
you're right, Pooh Bear.

Maybe we can't build
Grandpappy's ultimate tunnel,

but, uh, we sure
can clean up after it.

Now this mill is what I call
a real labor saving device.

Ah, you could have
fooled me, long ears.

Oh, no. Not again!

Well, what do you
think of it, boys?

It's wonderful, Gopher.

Oh, yes. It's
the most wonderful

I don't know what it is
exactly I've ever seen.

This baby's my dream.

I chose your home to be
the site of my super tunnel

just so's I could
make it up to you

for all the trouble
the last one caused.

That's very thoughtful
of you, Gopher.

Thank you.

Bunny boy, you're one lucky guy.

Hoo hoo!

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Spring is perfect for
springing into swimming holes,

which everybody also knows
is what tiggers do the best.

I'd rather take a nap
in this warm sun

than a dip in that
very cold water.

Well, then keep your eyes peeled

for my specticular prawn dive

with a half twist of lemonade.

Hoo hoo hoo... Whew!

That was a nice
ref-fresherizing dip.

Hoo hoo. Your turn,
Pooh Bear.

Pooh Bear?

Say, what good
is a nice spring nap

if you're going to sleep
right through it?

Why, there's got to be
gazillions of things

tiggers do best on spring days.

Just like I was saying,

spring's perfect for chasing
a stripety-typed butterfly.

Whoo. What a dizzifying
experience.

He may be stripish,
but he's not very tiggerish.

Say, who'd be
creepy crawling around

in the bushes

on a springy type day like this?

Could it be some
monstrous monstrosity

waiting to spring out
and grab you?

Raah! Whoo! Aah!

Maybe heffalumps.

Or possibibbly woozles?

Or... gasp... jaguluars.

Yipes!

Pigalet, little buddy,
little pal,

what's he idea of roaming
around the woods all alone?

Well, I decided

to take advantage
of this beautiful day

to add to my
very small collection

of very small rocks.

Don't you know
it's todays like today

when jagulars are out
making collections

of very small animals?

Oh, dear.

Spring is the jagular's
favorite time of year

for springing out unexpectedly

at collectibibbles.

Oh, uh, I just realized

how much spring cleaning
I have to do.

If anyone needs me,

I'll be spending spring
locked in my house

until fall.

Hmm. I'd better
warn fluff boy.

Mm. I don't know
anything... ohh...

that makes me hungrier
than a nap in the sun.

Tigger doesn't seem to be
here to join me for lunch.

Maybe he's here
for lunch at Piglet's.

Wake up, buddy bear.

I'm too late.

Pooh boy's been snatched

by the springing jagular.

I've got to save Pooh.

And I've got to protect
all my friends

from the dreadiful danger
that lurks and springs.

Oh, dear.

Excuse me, Piglet.

Yipes!

This seems to be an unusual way

to arrange furniture.

It makes it very difficult

to use the front door.

I had to climb
in the bedroom window.

Oh, Pooh, what
are you doing here?

Why, I'm looking
for Tigger and lunch.

But not necessarily
in that order.

Tigger is missing?
Oh, dear.

Pooh, we have to rescue Tigger.

Rescue Tigger from what, Piglet?

The springing jagular.

Tigger says they like
to collect animals...

like us.

Well, then,

we must by all means
uncollect Tigger.

Oh, but, Pooh,

what if the jagular
springs into my house

while we're rescuing Tigger?

We shall just have
to have a surprise

to spring back at the jagular.

Neither rain nor snow
nor feet nor tail

can stop this tigger
from warning his buddies.

Unless the feets and tail
happen to be attached

to a sneaky old jagular. Aah!

Say, these aren't
jagular noises.

They're just your everyday kind.

Hoo hoo hoo.

But that's just the way

would want them to sound

when it's creepy
crawling upon you.

What's a tigger supposed to do

in a stitcheration like this?

Hmm. Rabbit always
seems to know something

about most things,

so maybe he'd know
something about this thing.

And he's also a long way

away from these
sneaky-pants-type noises.

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Not to alarm you, Piglet,

but does that sound like
a springing jagular to you?

Oh, dear.

Hide, Pooh.

Uh-oh. Not those
noisy-type noises again.

Bounce, don't fail me now.

Piglet, we have
to be very, very quiet.

But, Pooh, how are we
going to rescue Tigger

from the jagular

if we keep hiding from it?

Don't worry, Piglet.

I'm sure the jagular
will find us eventually.

It will?

Oh, yes.

Jagulars usually do, you know.

Oh, dear. What will we
do then, Pooh?

Well, I suppose we shall
think of something, Piglet.

Won't it be springing on us

while we're thinking
of something?

Not if we spring first.

- Can we do that?
- Why, certainly.

All we have to do is practice.

Ready? 1, 2, 3,

spring!

That seemed much more
like falling

than springing, Pooh.

What the ding-dangity

do you think you're doing

dropping in all unexpected
like that?

Don't you know you could
hurt the floor or something?

I'm sorry, Gopher.

I was practicing my springing,

but I don't seem to have
the up-down yet quite.

Hmm. What are you
springing for anyways?

To save Tigger
from the terrible jagular

that's collected him.

Springing jagular, huh?

Well,

a jagular is
everybody's problem,

and I know precisely

how to handle that
springy whippersnapper.

No time for seed stuffing
now, long ears.

Tigger, what...

We got a jumping jagular

that snatched a certain
Pooh Bear,

otherwise known as Pooh Bear.

Jagulars?
Oh, my goodness gracious.

But, bunny boy, why are we
going to Pigalet's?

Before I start running around
like a fool with stripes

yelling "Help! Jagular!"

I want to hear Piglet's
side of the story.

Aah!

Hey, that looks like fun.

Let me give it a try.

Come on, long ears.
It's my turn.

Just wait a minute, Tigger.

There must be
a jagular out there.

Why else would Piglet
build a jagular trap?

We'll have to return to the
scene of the pooh snatching,

set some bait, and catch
that jagular in the act.

Well, you got
the right idea, Pooh.

All you need's a little
technical assistance.

I wouldn't mind a little
smackerel assistance.

First tonight we return
to the scene of the crime:

The old swimming hole.

Tonight? When it's dark?

We'll set up Piglet
as bait to be collected.

Oh, dear.

And then Pooh and I will
grab that up-to-no-gooder.

Why, thank you, Piglet.

Can't we do it
when it's not so dark

and when I'm somewhere
else I have to be?

Nope. Dark's
the best time, Piglet.

Jagulars can't see us.

But we won't be able
to see it, either.

Eh, trivialities.

We got more important
things to think about.

What's more confusing
than one pooh bear?

Hmm. More confusing
than Pooh, huh?

Three of them.
Ha ha ha ha!

Why, that's so easy,
I didn't even know it.

We'll dress like Pooh,

which will confuse
the jagular so much,

he won't know who he's collected

and who he hasn't.

And that's when we'll catch him.

We have to
Pooh Bear-ize ourselves.

Follow me.

You're all set, Piglet.

Pooh! Take your position.

Oh, bother.

Now, Tigger, you hop
on the tree swing

and wait for the jagular.

Then, when it comes for you,

I'll jump out
and say "Aha."

He'll be so confused,
we'll catch him

and make him return
the real Pooh Bear.

Anything for the good
of Pooh Beardom.

The jagular's out-disguised us.

He looks like Pigalet.

- Pooh?
- Yes.

That "Yes" sounds
like fluff boy.

I'll save you, buddy bear.

Spring him, Pooh, now!

Oh, bother!

That sounds like the jagular.

And he's not
getting away this time.

- Tigger?
- Me?

- Whoa!
- Oh, dear.

Hoo hoo hoo!

That jagular will never
show his face

around here again.

Tigger.

Pooh boy.

You're saved.

Aw, Pooh, you don't
have to thank me.

What are friends for?

Just a ding-dang minute
here, Tigger.

Pooh rescued you.

No, not at all.

It was Tigger who rescued Pooh.

Oh, dear.

A lot more of us needed
rescuing than I thought.

And the best thing is, Piglet,

that we all got rescued...
...by each other.

Yeah. Hoo hoo! Those old
jagulars haven't got a chance

with us around.

But perhaps we could all
share a small smackerel

of something to celebrate
my... uh, your...

uh, our rescue.

Well, that even
sounds good to me.

Let's go.

Oh, bother.