The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1988) s01e06 Episode Script

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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 ♪
If you could possibly hurry.
Christopher Robin!
Help!
Christopher Robin, help!
So that's where my fan got to.
Really, Christopher Robin,
it looks like a tornado
hit your room.
I think it's time
to clean it up.
But I did, Mom.
Uh, last spring.
Remember?
Throwing everything
under the bed with the crud
is not cleaning up.
I know, Mom,
and I'll put everything away
after I go outside and play.
Before would be better.
But, Mom, I promised Pooh
we'd play catch
with my new ball.
Your ball got lost
in this mess two weeks ago.
I meant my yo-yo.
It went last week.
- My skates?
- Yesterday.
I guess it's time
to clean up my room.
- Huh, Mom?
- Say, there's an idea.
And I'd start with,
uh, under the bed.
Oh, and about
your bath this morning.
Try to use some of this
next time, huh?
It's called soap.
Oh, boy. This will take
a billion zillion years.
We'll never get to have any fun.
Cleaning your room
isn't much fun.
Why can't it just be
dum-dee-dum done?
Yeah. Leave this
to me, buddy boy.
I'll have these toys organized
quicker than you can
say Jiminy Crockett.
Well? Ha ha ha ha!
What do you think?
Well, um, um, it looks
sort of, uh, um, uh
Very pile-ish.
Oh, that's because
I'm not done yet.
Now you see 'em,
and now you don't.
Uh, Tigger, the mess is gone,
but now Christopher Robin
seems to have a mountain
right in the middle of his room.
Yeah, kind of ruins
the view, huh?
Perhaps if only it were
a very small mountain.
That's it, Piglet. We'll make
this mountain into a molehill.
Wouldn't Mom like them
better up here, all neat?
What? Stack all these things
way up on your shelf?
Why, they could fall down
and hurt themself.
You think they enjoy
lining up in a row?
Why, I never heard one
say it was so.
Tiggers know for a fact
that from using their head ♪
The best place
for stuff like this ♪
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Is under the bed ♪
Under the bed?
Absotutely.
That's what I said.
The closet's too dark,
and the box is too small ♪
And the drawers, why,
they're no fun at all.
This is posilutely
the perfect spot.
It is where it is,
and it's not where it's not ♪
So I'll tell you again
what I already said ♪
The best place
for stuff like this ♪
Is under the bed ♪
- Under the bed.
- Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Yeah. That's what I said.
The best place
for all of your stuff ♪
Is under the bed ♪
But, Christopher Robin,
isn't under the bed a darkish
and scary kind of place?
Uh, not to mention dirty.
Silly old bear.
They'll be all right.
It's only for a little while
so we can go out and play.
Hmm.
Must want more stuff.
No, Pooh.
He might not like it.
Who might not like what, Piglet?
Why, Crud.
Don't you remember?
Christopher Robin's mother
said he's under the bed.
But, Piglet, don't you
want to go out and play?
Hey!
Uh, you didn't do it
right, buddy bear,
because you got to have
the right windup.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
See? What did I tell you?
Hey, who's the wise guy?
Who's the wise guy?
Maybe Crud doesn't
like left shoes.
Hey, who turned out the lights?
No more shoes, please.
We already have one.
Did you hear that, Piglet?
Y-Yes, b-but I wish I hadn't.
If someone is speaking
to us, Piglet,
we must answer, or they
might think us impolite.
Hello, there,
Mr. Under the Bed.
Did you say someth
Hey! What's going on?
Let us out of here!
Come on, buddy bear,
quit kidding around.
Hoo. Now I know
how a sardiney feels.
Where's Pooh?
Pooh? Piglet? Where are you?
Christopher Robin!
Ooh. Where are we?
Don't worry, Piglet.
We're only in the Under the Bed.
Oh, dear. It's rather
dirty under here.
Ooh. I hope Christopher
Robin comes soon,
before C-C-Crud gets us.
Oh. Oh,
it's all right, Piglet.
We'll be out of here
in no time, see?
Christopher Robin
sent his crayons
to take us home.
Where are they, Tigger?
Aw, ha ha ha ha,
they're probably just playing
hide and don't speak.
You under there, Pooh boy?
Ho ho ho! I got you now!
Ready or not, here I bounce!
Gonna say uncle?
Aunt?
Uh, second cousin?
Tigger, that's not Pooh.
It sure felt like him.
Tigger, he's gone.
Under the bed.
I've lost him.
Then we'll just have to
go in after him.
Yaah!
Yahoo!
Pooh!
Piglet!
Olly olly limburger cheese!
Look at all this stuff.
It's like Christmas morning.
Yeah, after you open
the presents.
Tigger! This
This is the birthday card
my aunt Edna gave me
three years ago.
Hmm. Doesn't look
a day over 2.
Ah-choo!
What's that?
It's him! Ah-choo!
I mean it's you!
I mean
I mean you're him!
Ah-choo!
Ah-ah-ah-oh, Crud will
be so pleased. Yaah!
Crud?
Yes, yes.
The Majestic Crud.
The guru of garbage.
The wise man of waste.
Oh. And who are you?
Me?
Why, I'm Smudge.
Crud's ah-choo!
aide de debris.
Now ah-choo quickly,
quickly, follow me.
Oh, imagine. You're you!
Come on, Tigger.
Maybe he knows where
Pooh and Piglet are.
Whatever you say,
Christopher Robin,
but if you ask me,
I think this guy's one
stick short of a bundle.
Hmm. Free-looking castle.
Hey, that's no castle.
That's one of my shoes.
Didn't know you had
such big feet.
Hurry, hurry!
Crud is waiting!
It's the boy.
Please come closer, my boy.
Good morning, Your Filthiness!
I have brought hmm
the boy.
Uh, hello.
Uh, my name is
Christopher Robin.
Everyone down here
knows who you are.
And I am Crud, the
Master of Mud!
The Surveyor of Slime!
The King of
Smudge.
Yes ah-choo
Your Muckiness.
I'm speaking.
Aah!
Oh.
Thank you, Your Putridness.
Without you, Christopher Robin,
none of this would have
been possible.
I did this?
Why, yes.
It's all made out of the things
you threw under the bed.
Ahem. Listen, uh,
why don't we just find Pooh boy
and hit the road,
Christopher Robin?
I, uh, I got a funny
feeling about this place.
Boy, Mom was sure right
about wanting me
to clean up down here.
Clean up?
Did you say clean up?
No one cleans up down here!
Smudge!
At once, Your Muddiness.
Oh, woe is me.
Men! It's Christopher Robin!
Hey! Let me go!
That's my ball and yo-yo
and all my other toys.
What are they doing with
that old vacuum cleaner?
This, Christopher Robin,
is my unvacuum.
It works in reverse.
Once it is filled,
I'm going to spread
my dirt and grime
everywhere.
Today your bedroom,
tomorrow the world!
Eww! That's disgusting!
Hey!
Tigger? Tigger!
Okay, Crud, what have you
done with Tigger?
Tigger who?
And Pooh and Piglet.
Oh, they're safe for now,
but there'll be no cleaning up.
In fact, you're going to
help me make it more dirty!
Or you'll never see
your friends again!
I've helped you enough, Crud.
From now on,
my middle name is Clean.
Ugh! Nasty! Nasty!
Guards! Take him away!
Just you wait, Crud.
I'll be back.
And when I do,
you'll be all washed up!
I hate that word, too.
Oh, my. Oh, dear. This place
is absolutely filthy.
Never mind that.
What do we do?
Start by sweeping the floor?
No, no, no, no. What do we
do about Christopher Robin
and that Crud fella?
I believe we should
Yeah? Yeah?
Should perhaps
Tell me, tell me!
Maybe get out of here.
That's it?
I believe so.
That's it! We'll escape!
Ha ha ha ha!
Oh, buddy boy, for a bear
of very little brain,
you sure got a lot of stuffing.
Let me out of here!
Let me out, I tell ya!
Hmm.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk.
Oh, my. Why,
this floor isn't dirty.
This dirt is the floor.
Uh, Pooh, I believe
I've found a way out!
Piglet? Oh, bother.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Aha!
W-What do we do now, Pooh?
He looks awfully angry.
He's not angry, Piglet.
He's probably always
that lovely shade of red.
Aren't you?
Aah!
Make a break for it!
Whew. That sure was
a close call.
Old wax lips almost caught us.
Don't look now, but I
think we have company.
Crayons!
Move those feet, Pooh boy,
before we end up looking
like scrambled Easter eggs.
Over there.
Didn't Christopher Robin
lose a roller skate
just like that,
uh, some time ago?
We're coming, Christopher Robin!
But not by skate.
Quick this way.
Look.
They've put
Christopher Robin to bed.
Pooh! Piglet! Tigger!
We've come
to save you.
But we have to be
very, very careful,
or the crayons will find us.
Raah!
I think they already have!
Run!
Whew!
Hello again.
I'll never join you, Crud.
I'd rather clean first.
Clean?
Clean?
Clean?
Christopher Robin!
The bath soap!
Good old Mom.
Aah!
No. Keep it away!
Keep it away from me!
Come on, you guys,
let's help Christopher Robin
clean up this Crud.
No! Don't turn that on!
It works backwards!
Not anymore.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Old yo-yo did a little
rinker-tinkering.
No! No! Smudge!
Coming, Your Muddiness!
Ah-choo!
Hurray! We've won!
Yay!
Hurry, hurry.
We've got to really
clean this room up
so Crud will never
be able to come back.
Christopher Robin,
your room, it's
it's beautiful.
Uh, mm, almost.
Well, I guess we'll just
have to throw this dirty sock
under the bed.
No way, Mom.
I'm not going to let Crud
get on my stuff ever again.
Okay.
Hey, time for you
to go out and play.
Oh, not now, Mom.
We got to take a bath.
Christopher Robin?