Winnie the Pooh and Tigger Too (1974)

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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

Now on this sunny day Pooh was a bear of very little brain tried very hard to think of something.

Think, think. Think, think, think. Think. Think.

While he was thinking, all of a sudden...

Hello, Pooh!

I'm Tigger!

T, I, double "guh," err.

That spells "Tigger." I know.

You've bounced me before. I did?

Oh, yeah! I re-cog-go-nise you. You're the one stuffed with fluff.

Yeah. And you're sitting on it.

Yeah! And it's comfy, too.

Well, I gotta go now.

I got a lot of bouncing to do.

T-T-F-N. Ta-ta for now.

There goes Tigger, bouncing in on his friends when they least expect him.

Oh, hello, Piglet! I'm Tigger.

Oh, Tigger. You scared me.

Oh, shucks.

That was just one of my little bounces.

It was? Oh, thank you, Tigger.

Yeah. I'm saving my best bounce for old long-ears!

There! That should do it.

Oh, no! Stop!

Hello, Rabbit. I'm Tigger.

T, I, double "guh"...

Please! Don't spell it.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Just... Just look at my beautiful garden.

Messy, isn't it?

Messy? Messy? It's ruined! It's ruined, Tigger.

Oh, why don't you ever stop bouncing?

Why? That's what tiggers do best.

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

Order, please.

Now, I say, Tigger's getting so bouncy nowadays, that it's time we taught him a lesson.

No matter how much we like him, you can't deny he just bounces too much.

Excuse me, Rabbit.

Perhaps if we could think of a way of un-bouncing Tigger, it would be a very good idea.

Exactly! Just what I feel. What do you feel, Pooh?

Pooh?

Haven't you been listening to Rabbit?

I listened, but then I had a small piece of fluff in my ear.

Could you say it again, please, Rabbit?

Well, where should I start from?

From the moment the fluff got in my ear.

Well, when was that?

I don't know. I couldn't hear properly.

Pooh, we were trying to think of a way to get the bounce out of Tigger.

I've got a splendid idea. Now, listen.

We'll take Tigger for a long explore, see?

Someplace where he's never been, and we lose him there.

Lose him?

Oh, we'll find him again, next morning.

Mark my words, he'll be a humble Tigger.

A small and sad Tigger.

An, "Oh, Rabbit, am I glad to see you" Tigger.

It will take the bounces out of him.

Now, all in favour say "aye."

Aye. Pooh?

Pooh!

Here. Good.

Motion carried.

It was agreed they'd start the next morning, which, incidentally, turned out cold and misty.

Pooh, as usual, had a little something along to sustain himself.

And now, as Tigger kept bouncing farther and farther into the mist, Rabbit thought it was a good time to lose Tigger.

Now's our chance. Quick!

In here. Hide.

Tigger's lost now, isn't he, Rabbit?

He's lost, all right, Piglet.

Oh, goody. This is lots of fun, Pooh.

My splendid idea worked.

Now, home we go.

Good! It's time for lunch.

Hello! Oh, my goodness. Hide!

Hello!

That's funny. They must be lost.

Hello! Hello, hello, hello.

Hey, you blokes, where are ya?

He... Shush.

I am shushed.

Hey, where in the heck are you guys?

Hello!

Rabbit? Piglet? Where are you?

Hello!

Hooray! Hooray, we've done it.

Come on, hurry. Let's head for home.

Rabbit was certain everything was going according to plan, and so it seemed to be.

But sometime later, on the bottom of page 123...

It's a funny thing how everything looks the same in the mist.

He's right, Piglet.

It's the very same sand pit. I think so, too, Pooh.

It's lucky I know the forest so well, or...

Or we might get lost. Well, come on. Follow me.

Now, Pooh was getting tired of seeing the same sand pit, and he suspected it of following them about.

Because, whichever direction they started in, they always seemed to end up at it.

Rabbit. Yes?

Say, Rabbit, how would it be if as soon as we're out of sight of this old pit, we just try to find it again? What's the good of that?

You see, we keep looking for home, but we keep finding this pit.

I thought if we looked for this pit we might find home.

I don't see much sense in that.

If I walked away from this pit, and then walked back to it, of course I should find it. I'll prove it. Wait here.

So Pooh and Piglet waited in the mist for Rabbit.

And they waited, and waited, and waited.

And all the while, Pooh's thoughts kept returning to his honey pots at home.

What was that, Pooh?

My tummy rumble.

Now then, come on. Let's go home.

But, Pooh, do you know the way?

No, Piglet, but there are 12 pots of honey in my cupboard, and they have been calling to my tummy.

They have?

Yes, Piglet. I couldn't hear them before, because Rabbit would talk.

I think I know where they're calling from.

Come on. We'll just follow my tummy.

They walked off together and, for a long time, Piglet said nothing so as not to interrupt Pooh's honey pots.

Sure enough, as the mist got thinner, and just when Piglet began to know where he was...

Hey, hello there, you two blokes.

Where have you been?

We've been trying to find our way back home.

Pooh, I don't think Rabbit's splendid idea worked.

Say, where is old long-ears, anyway?

He must still be missing in the mist.

Well, leave it to me. I'll bounce him out of there!

T-T-F-N. Ta-ta for now.

Meanwhile, Rabbit was still wandering around in the mist.

By now, he was lost and bewildered.

And to make matters worse, his mind was beginning to play tricks on him.

What's that?

Pooh? Piglet?

Help! Hello, Rabbit!

Tigger! But you're supposed to be lost.

Tiggers never get lost, bunny boy.

Never get lost.

Of course not. Oh, no.

Come on, Rabbit. Let's go home. Hang on!

They started back.

Rabbit was now a humiliated Rabbit, a lost-and-found Rabbit, an "Oh, why, oh, why, do these things happen to me" Rabbit.

Now we come to the next chapter, in which the first snowfall had covered the Hundred Acre Wood.

And in which Tigger learns that even bouncing can be overdone.

On this day, Roo was waiting for Tigger to take him out to play.

Mama, when is Tigger gonna get here?

Be patient, dear. He'll be here.

Well, here I am!

Did I surprise you, Roo?

You sure did! I like surprises.

Hello, Mrs Kanga, ma'am. Why, hello, Tigger, dear.

She called me "dear."

Roo, are you ready for some bouncing?

Yeah! You and me are good bouncers.

Just a moment, dear.

Hold still. Goodness, you're bouncy today.

That's what roos do the best-est.

Now keep your scarf on. Not so tight, Mama.

Is your sweater warm enough? Yes, Mother.

Well, come on, Roo. Let's go!

Tigger, have Roo home in time for his nap.

And be careful!

Don't worry, Mrs Kanga. I'll take care of the little nipper.

What a perfect day!

Peace and quiet, and thank goodness, no Tigger.

Say, look, look, look.

If it isn't old long-ears.

Can tiggers ice skate as fancy as Mr Rabbit?

Can tiggers ice skate?

That's what tiggers do the best.

Say, this is a cinch.

Oh, no. Not him!

I can't... Watch out!

It can't be! Out of my way!

Look out! I can't...

Oh, why does it always have to be me?

Why, oh, why, oh, why?

Tigger, Tigger, are you all right?

Tiggers don't like ice skating.

So Tigger and Roo went farther into the Hundred Acre Wood looking for something that Tiggers do best.

I bet you can climb trees, Tigger?

Climb trees? That's what Tiggers do best!

Only Tiggers don't climb trees. They bounce them!

Come on, let's go.

I almost bounced clear out of the book.

Some bouncing.

Say, how did this tree get so high?

Hey. Hey! Hey!

What's happening now?

Don't swing on a string, it's much too frail, the best kind of swing is a tigger's tail.

Stop that, kid. Please.

S-T-O-P. Stop!

You're rocking the forest.

What's the matter, Tigger?

Oh, thank goodness.

I was just getting see-sick from seeing too much.

We'll have to leave Tigger up in the treetop for a little while.

Because, at the bottom of the next page, Pooh is having a problem of his own.

What are you doing, Pooh?

Tracking something. Tracking what?

That's what I asked myself, Piglet. What?

And what do you think you'll answer yourself?

I shall have to wait until I catch up with it.

Pooh, for a bear of very little brain, you sure are a smart one!

Thank you, Piglet.

Now what?

A very mysterious thing, Piglet.

A whole new set of tracks. See?

And so it seemed to be.

There were the tracks joining each other, here, getting mixed up with each other, there.

But to Pooh, quite plainly, four sets of paw marks.

Piglet, whatever it was that made these tracks, has now been joined by a whatever-it-is.

Yes.

And all of them are proceeding in company.

Piglet, I wasn't exactly expecting company.

Neither was I, Pooh.

So they went on, feeling a little anxious now, in case the animals in front of them were of hostile intent.

Hello!

Look, look, Piglet, there's something in that tree over there.

Is it one of the fiercer animals? Hello!

Yes. It's a jagular.

What do jagulars do, Pooh?

Well, jagulars always call, "Hello!"

And when you look up, they drop on you.

I'm looking down, Pooh.

Hello!

Hey, Tigger, it's Pooh and Piglet.

Pooh! Piglet!

Why, it's only Tigger and Roo.

Come on.

Hello, Roo.

What are you and Tigger doing up there?

I'm all right, but Tigger's stuck.

Help, somebody, please. Get Christopher Robin.

It wasn't too long before word got back to Christopher Robin and the others that Tigger was in trouble.

Hello, Pooh. Hello, Piglet. What's up?

Tigger and Roo are up. Oh, my goodness.

Roo, how did you get way up there?

Easy, Mama. We bounced up.

Oh, gracious. Do be careful, dear.

I'm all right, Mama, but Tigger's stuck.

Oh, what a shame. That's too bad.

No, that's good.

You see, he can't bounce anybody up there.

Oh, dear! We'll just have to get him down, somehow.

Down? Down? Do we have to?

Come on, everyone. Let's hold the corner of my coat.

You're first, Roo. Jump!

Try not to fall too fast, dear.

Oh, thank goodness.

Gee, that was fun!

Come on, Tigger. It doesn't hurt. Jump!

You're next, Tigger.

Jump! Jump?

Tiggers don't jump. They bounce.

Then bounce down.

Don't be ri-dic-cour-ous. Tiggers only bounce up!

You can climb down, Tigger.

But tiggers can't climb down, because their tails get in the way.

Hooray! That settles it.

If he won't jump and he can't climb down, then we'll just have to leave him up there forever!

Forever?

If I ever get out of this, I promise never to bounce again. Never!

I heard that, Tigger.

He promised! Did you hear him promise?

I heard him. I heard him! You heard him, didn't you?

Well, Tigger, your bouncing really got you into trouble this time.

Say, who are you?

I'm the narrator.

Please, for goodness sakes, narrate me down from here.

Very well. Hold on tight.

You can let go, Tigger.

Never.

But, Tigger, look for yourself. You're perfectly safe.

What did I tell you, Tigger?

Come on. Back we go.

Good old terra firma.

Say, I'm so happy, I feel like bouncing.

You promised. You promised.

Oh, I did, didn't I?

You mean, I can't ever bounce again?

Never!

Never?

Not even just one teensy, weensy bounce?

Not even a smidgen of a bounce.

Oh, the poor dear. Oh, that's too bad.

Christopher Robin, I like the old, bouncy Tigger best.

So do I, Roo.

I do, too. Me, too!

Of course, we all do. Don't you agree, Rabbit?

I... I... Well, Rabbit?

Well, I... I...

That is... What I mean...

Well?

I...

Oh, all right.

I guess I like the old Tigger better, too.

Oh, boy! You mean, I can have my bounce back?

Come on, Rabbit. Let's you and me bounce.

Good heavens! Me bounce?

Why, certainly! Look, you've got the feet for it.

I have? Sure. Come on, try it.

It makes you feel just great!

Well, say, it does, doesn't it?

Come on, everybody. Bounce!

Come on, bounce.

The wonderful thing about tiggers is tiggers are wonderful things

Their tops are made out of the 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