Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree (1966)

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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.

They all live together in a wonderful world of make-believe.

His best friend is a bear called Winnie the Pooh, or "Pooh" for short.

Pooh had some unusual adventures, right here in the Hundred Acre Wood.

Deep in the Hundred Acre Wood

Where Christopher Robin plays

You'll find the enchanted neighbourhood

Of Christopher's childhood days

A donkey named Eeyore is his friend

And Kanga and little Roo

There's Rabbit and Piglet

And there's Owl

But most of all Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff

He's Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Willy nilly, silly old bear

Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff

He's Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Willy nilly silly old bear

Winnie the Pooh lived in this enchanted forest, under the name of Sanders, which means he had the name over the door in gold letters and he lived under it.

Now, when Pooh heard his Pooh-coo clock...

He knew it was time for something.

But he was a bear of very little brain.

So when he thought, he thought in the most thoughtful way he could think.

I haven't thought of anything, have you?

Nor neither have I.

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

Oh, yes, time for my stoutness exercise.

Up, down, up.

When I up, down, touch the ground

It puts me in the mood

Up, down, touch the ground

In the mood for food

I am stout, round and I have found

Speaking poundage-wise I improve my appetite when I exercise

Oh, stuff and fluff.

That's better, thank you.

Now, where was I?

Oh, yes. I'm rumbly in my tumbly.

Time for something sweet.

I am short, fat and proud of that

So with all my might

I up, down, up, down to my appetite's delight

While I up, down, touch the ground

I think of things to chew

Like honey and milk and chocolate.

With a hefty happy appetite

I'm a hefty, happy Pooh

With a hefty, happy appetite he's a hefty, happy Pooh

Oh, bother. Empty again.

Only the sticky part is left.

That buzzing noise means something.

The only reason for making a buzzing noise that I know of is because you're a bee!

The only reason for being a bee is to make honey.

The only reason for making honey is so I can eat it.

So Winnie the Pooh climbed the honey tree.

He climbed and he climbed and he climbed.

As he climbed, he hummed a little hum.

I call it my Rumbly in my Tumbly song.

Yes, it went something like this.

I am so rumbly in my tumbly Time to munch an early luncheon

Oh, I wouldn't climb this tree

If a Pooh flew like a bee

But I wouldn't be a bear then

So I guess I wouldn't care then

Bears love honey and I'm a Pooh bear

So I do care

So I climb there

I'm so rumbly in my tumbly

Time for something...

For something sweet to eat!

If only I hadn't...

You see, what I meant to do...

And it all comes, I suppose, from liking honey so much.

Oh, bother.

Winnie the Pooh crawled out of the gorse bush, brushed the prickles from his nose, and began to think. Think... Think... Think...

The first person he thought of was...

Winnie the Pooh? No.

Christopher Robin.

Christopher Robin lived in another part of the forest where he could be near his friends, and help them with their problems.

On this summer day, gloomy old Eeyore, being stuffed with sawdust, had lost his tail again.

Eeyore, this won't hurt. Never does.

There now. Did I get your tail back on properly, Eeyore?

No matter. Most likely lose it again, anyway.

It is my considered opinion that Eeyore's tail should be placed a trifle to the right.

Now, if you were to ask me, I think it's just a wee bit...

South.

No, no. North, dear.

Cheer up, Eeyore.

Don't be so gloomy. Try swishing it.

It worked. It worked. Oh, goody!

Thanks.

It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.

Good morning, Christopher Robin.

Oh, good morning, Winnie the Pooh.

Good morning, Pooh bear. Good morning, Pooh bear.

If it is a good morning, which I doubt.

What are you looking for, Pooh bear?

I just said to myself, coming along, thinking and wondering, if you had such a thing as a...

Such a thing, Christopher, as a balloon, about you.

What do you want a balloon for?

Honey.

But you don't get honey with a balloon.

I do. How?

I shall fly like a bee up to the honey tree. See?

But just a minute.

You can't fool the bees that way.

You'll see!

Now, would you be so kind as to tow me to a muddy place of which I know of.

So Christopher Robin towed Winnie the Pooh to the very muddy place.

Pooh rolled and rolled until he was black all over.

There, now.

Isn't this a clever disguise?

What are you supposed to be?

I'm a little, black rain cloud, of course.

Silly old bear.

Now, would you aim me at the bees, please?

Careful, Pooh. Hold on tight.

Yes.

Four... Yes.

...three... Yes.

...two... Yes.

...one!

I'm just a little black rain cloud

Hovering under the honey tree

I'm only a little black rain cloud

Pay no attention to little me

Everyone knows that a rain cloud

Never eats honey

No, not a nip

I'm just floating around

Over the ground

Wondering where I will drip

Christopher Robin, I think the bees S-U-S-P-E-C-T something.

Perhaps they think you're after their honey.

Well, it may be that. You never can tell with bees.

Oh, I'm just a little black rain cloud

Hovering under the honey tree

Christopher Robin!

I think it would help with this deception, if you would kinda open your umbrella and say...

"It looks like rain." It looks like rain.

It looks like rain.

Christopher Robin, I have come to a very important decision.

These are the wrong sorts of bees!

Excuse me, please, bees.

Christopher Robin!

Oh, bother!

I think I shall come down.

I'll catch you, Pooh.

Hurry, come on. The bees!

Help!

Christopher!

Christopher Robin, you never can tell with bees.

Now, Pooh was not the sort to give up easily.

When he put his mind to honey, he stuck to it.

Now, honey rhymes with bunny, and bunny rhymes with...

Rabbit?

I like Rabbit because he uses short, easy words, like, "How about lunch?"

And, "Help yourself, Pooh."

Pooh? Lunch?

Oh, no. Not again.

Oh, my. Oh, my goodness gracious!

Is anybody at home?

What I said was, "Is anybody at home?"

No!

Bother! Isn't there anybody here at all?

Nobody.

Must be somebody there, because somebody must have said, "Nobody."

Rabbit, isn't that you? No!

Isn't that the Rabbit's voice?

I don't think so. It isn't meant to be.

Hello, Rabbit! Oh, hello, Pooh bear.

Pooh bear!

What a pleasant surprise.

How about lunch?

Oh, thank you, Rabbit.

And help yourself, Pooh.

Would you like condensed milk or honey on your bread?

Both! But never mind the bread, please.

Just a small helping, if you please.

There you are.

Is something wrong?

Well, I did mean a little larger small helping.

Perhaps it would save time if you took the whole jar?

Thank you, Rabbit.

So Pooh ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate and ate, and ate and ate!

Until at last, he said to Rabbit, in a rather sticky voice...

I must be going now.

Goodbye, Rabbit.

Well, goodbye, if you're sure you won't have any more.

Is there any more?

No, there isn't. I thought not.

Oh, help and bother! I'm stuck.

Oh, dear! Oh, gracious!

Well, it all comes from eating too much.

It all comes from not having front doors big enough!

Oh, dear, it's no use.

Only one thing to do. I'll get Christopher Robin.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Oh, my heavens to Betsy.

Well, if it isn't Pooh bear. Oh, hello, Owl.

Splendid day to be up and about one's business, quite.

I say, are you stuck?

No, no, just resting, and thinking and humming to myself.

You, sir, are stuck, a wedged bear, in a great tightness.

In a word, irremovable.

Now, obviously, this situation calls for an expert.

Somebody call for an excavation expert?

I'm not in the book, but I'm at your service.

Gopher's the name. Here's my card. What's your problem?

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

It seems the entrance to Rabbit's domicile is impassable.

To be exact, plugged.

And you want me to dig it out? Precisely.

I say, it's over here, my good fellow.

First thing to be done is get rid of that bear.

He's gumming up the whole project.

Dash-it-all, he is the project!

Hard digging, might hit bedrock.

Danger of cave-in. Risky.

Needs planks for bracing.

Big job. Take two, three days.

Three days? What about lunches?

No problem, I always go home for lunch.

Oh, this will run into money.

I say, how much?

Do the job for hourly rate, plus cover materials, plus overtime, plus 10%.

And your estimate?

Nope, can't give an estimate. Too risky.

Blast-it-all.

Good idea! We'll dynamite, save time.

What's the charge?

The charge? Oh, about seven sticks of dynamite.

No, no, no, the cost! The charge in money?

Nope, no charge account. I work strictly cash.

Obviously, but I should think...

I can't stand around lollygagging all day. Got a tight schedule.

If you think it over, let me know.

You got my card. I'm not in the book.

Dash-it-all, he's gone.

After all, he's not in the book, you know.

Here we come. Don't worry.

Cheer up, Pooh bear. We're coming.

We'll get you out.

Well, maybe.

Silly old bear. Here, give me your paw.

It's no use. I'm stuck!

Well, if we can't pull you out, Pooh, perhaps we can push you back.

Oh, no! Not that! Oh, my gracious!

Oh, dear!

Having got this far, it seems a pity to waste it.

Pooh bear, there's only one thing we can do.

Wait for you to get thin again.

Oh, bother. How long will that take?

Days. Weeks. Months. Who knows?

Oh, dear.

If I have to face that thing for months, I might as well make the best of it.

Oh, no! There it is again!

Well, I'll just turn it to the wall.

Oh, dear!

Yes, a frame.

No. No, no, no. No.

Very nice.

And a splash of colour.

It just doesn't have that rustic, informal look.

There.

A hunting trophy.

I know just the thing.

Something tickles.

Oh, Pooh! You messed up my moose!

Pooh?

Roo has a little surprise for you.

Flowers. Honeysuckle.

No, Pooh, you don't eat them.

You smell them.

That's not bad. Not bad at all. It's rather good, I think.

Oh, no!

Oh, no! Help!

Why did I ever invite that bear to lunch?

Why, oh, why, oh, why?

While Pooh's bottom was stuck at the top of page 28, his top was stuck at the bottom of page 30.

So both ends waited to get thin again.

Day after day.

Night after lonely night.

I wonder what's for breakfast?

Breakfast.

Lunch.

A lunch box! It certainly is!

I'm working the swing shift, you know.

Time for my midnight snack.

Say! Ain't you that stuck-up bear?

I still think I could blast you out of there.

What sort of lunch is in that lunch box?

Well, let's see here.

Summer squash...

Salmon salad, succotash, spiced custard, and honey.

Honey?

Honey? Oh, no!

Could you spare a small smackerel?

Say, you ought to do something about that speech impediment, sonny.

Thank you, Gopher.

Oh, no! Not that!

No, no, no, no, no!

Not one drop!

But, Rabbit, I wasn't going to eat it.

I was just going to taste it.

I'll taste it for you.

That supercilious scoundrel confiscated my honey.

Don't feed the bear!

I'm going to skedaddle. I'm not in the book.

And I'm ding danged glad of it!

And then, one morning, when Rabbit was beginning to think he might never be able to use his front door again, it happened. He budged.

Hooray! Christopher Crabin.

No, Chrostofer Raban.

He bidged! He badged! He booged!

Today is the day!

Hooray for you

Hooray for me

Hooray, hooray

The Pooh will soon be free

Now the time has come for proving

What the diet did for Pooh

And since we pledged he'd be unwedged

That's what we're going to do

He'll be pulled and he'll be tugged

And eventually unplugged

We'll have a tug-of-w*r

To open Rabbit's door

Think heave-age

Think h*-age

And out the Pooh will go-age

For mind over matter

Has made the Pooh un-fatter

Heave, h*

Heave, h*

Heave, heave, heave, heave

Heave...

There he goes!

Suffering sassafras. He's sailing clean out of the book!

Quick! Turn the page!

Stuck again.

Don't worry, Pooh. We'll get you out.

No hurry. Take your time.

Bears love honey and I'm a Pooh bear

Yum, yum, yum, yum

Yum, yum, yum, yum

Time for something sweet

Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Willy nilly

Silly old bear