The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1988) s02e06 Episode Script
No Rabbit's a Fortress/The Monster Frankenpooh
1
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 ♪
Dagnabbit!
Uhh, shouldn't be
hitting bedrock yet.
Hold everything!
Hmm. Nah. Nah. Uh-huh.
That's it.
I missed my turnoff.
Eh, no time to lollygag.
Got places to be
and tunnels to dig.
Hmm. Hmph.
I knew I should have
brought along the big pick.
There.
This should keep everyone
from trampling
my garden every day.
If it isn't one thing,
it's another.
- Hmm.
- Rabbit, I came
to return the honey jars
I borrowed for breakfast.
How could you?
You're in my garden.
We are?
The signs say keep out,
among other things.
Can't you read them?
Oh, I can read them, Rabbit.
I just can't see them.
Whoa!
Piglet!
Look what you've done.
A young, vibrant carrot
mooshed before its prime,
and all because you and Pooh
have no regard for my garden.
Oomph!
Tigger! No, no, no!
My garden's ruined!
Nah. I just gave it
that bounced-in look.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Oh! What now?
I'll teach you
to dig up my vegetables.
Oh, my. Who turned out
the lights?
Where's my garden?
Hmm. Ah.
So that's why there's
all those roots in my way.
Well, it's gonna have to go.
You don't mind if I clear
away some of the deadwood,
uh, do you, Rabbit?
Do what you want, Gopher.
Just stay out of my garden!
Coming through.
Everybody stand clear.
Uh, stand clear of what, Gopher?
The big kerpowee, that's what?
Kerpowee?
Oh, my. I don't like
the sound of that.
Maybe you'd better
hold your ears, Piglet,
like this.
Here we go. Just press
this doohickey down,
- and, uh
- Uh-oh.
Did somebody say something?
"Keep out."
Well, heh heh heh heh,
that takes care of that.
Back to my digging.
My garden! It's gone! Gone!
Oh, ha ha ha ha!
Cheer up, floppy ears.
It's not gone.
It's just been, uh, uh, tossed.
Uh, got any
Tarzan Island dressing?
This is your fault!
All of yours!
First Pooh and Piglet,
then Tigger. Now this.
Why do you always
ruin my garden?
It never did anything
to any of you.
From now on,
I'm a rabbit unto myself.
Hmph!
Hmm. Is it just me,
or does something seem to be
bothering friend Rabbit?
You know, I haven't given fuzz
bottom a good bouncing in days.
I feel an empty spot in my life.
I know what you mean, Tigger.
I usually feel
that same empty spot
just before dinner.
I can't quite
put my finger on it,
but I believe Rabbit's garden
is somehow different?
Hmm. This calls for some
serious investergating.
Uh, perhaps we should
come back later
when the garden's
friendlier?
Naw. Just follow me.
I'll lead you around
them booby traps.
Tiggers are experts on trapping boobies,
you know.
Oh, don't worry. You can
ride on my shoulders, Piglet.
You'll be safe up here.
Hmm. I better get this
out of the way
before somebody trips over it.
Uh, Tigger?
Piglet?
Well, ha ha,
that takes care of that.
- Excuse me, Tigger, but
- Not now, Pooh Bear.
We got traps to unboobify.
Umph!
I don't think you guys had
better step on this thing.
It might be dangerous.
Quiet, fellas.
It's long ears.
I'm coming for you, buddy boy.
Ooh! Wait a minute.
This isn't Rabbit.
I've been boobied.
Hoo hoo hoo haah!
Surprised you, didn't I?
So how do you like it?
Hmm?
How do I like it? Ha ha!
Well, it's the most
wonderfulest one I've ever seen.
Heh heh.
Eh, what is it?
It's, uh
It's certainly big.
It's my fortress.
From now on, no one will
be able to bother me
or my garden again.
The whole point of this
fortress is to keep you out.
From now on, no matter
what you think,
no matter what you hear,
no matter what happens,
you and you and especially you
are to stay away forever.
But who will come
and borrow honey from you?
No one!
And that means you.
Aw. My tummy will be
awfully sorry to hear that.
Come on, guys.
Something tells me
we're not wanted.
Come along, Piglet.
You took the words
right out of my mouth,
Piglet old pal.
Whew. Now for a little
peace and quiet
and gardening.
Hmm. Where did I
leave my shovel?
Oh, yes. It's right
outside the door?
Aah!
The door! I forgot
to make a door!
I can't get out!
I'm trapped! Doomed!
Do you hear?
Wait! Pooh!
Tigger!
Please come back!
Oh, no, you don't.
You told us not to come back.
You can booby a tigger oncet,
but you can't make him drink.
Yeah. You tell him, kiddo.
I think Rabbit is testing us
to see how good
of friends we are.
We should go before
we hurt his feelings.
Oh, no. They're leaving.
I'll starve.
Starve?
Oh, Pooh!
How about a little
smackerel of honey?
Honey.
No, Pooh.
He's just trying to trick us.
Mm. That honey
does taste tasty.
Bunny boy's counting on us.
We can't go back,
no matter what.
Oh, my.
Where's Tigger when you
need a good bounce?
Uh, did he say bounce?
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
No, no. Farther back.
A little farther.
Uh, that should do it.
Don't worry, bunny boy.
We'll bust you out
if it's the last thing you do.
Oh, d-d-dear.
Ohh, my!
Hey. How come
we do all the work
and bunny boy gets to do
all the bouncing?
Go on. Pull.
Pull! Pull!
I'm afraid
there may not be
any pull left in me.
Maybe if we got a better grip.
Yipe!
Sure hope he's got
a round trip ticket.
Yaah!
Tigger, there's no possible way
you can get me through
that little hole.
I'm just too big.
Oh, Rabbit,
it's just a small matter
of tiggernometry.
We'll have you vacuum free
before you can say
hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Oh, dear.
We did it!
Sure was simple.
I hope Rabbit's all right.
Genius. Pure genius.
Rabbit, what are you
doing in there
when you should be in there?
I told you I was too big
to hit through the hole.
Yeah, maybe, but what
happened to your garden?
Yaah!
Ah, I might as well face it.
I'll probably spend
the rest of my life in here.
Yeah, but look at the
bright side, bunny boy.
Maybe you won't live that long.
Is there anything
we can do, Rabbit?
No, except maybe try
not to forget me.
Of course not, uh
Rabbit.
Well, that's that.
Can't stand around here forever.
I've got tunnels
that need blasting.
Mm. That's an idea.
Blast him out.
Hmm. That's an idear.
Blast him out.
Hmm. That's an idea.
I wonder how much
longer to lunch.
Yes, siree.
Don't know why I didn't
think of it before.
I'll blast him out.
Yes, indeedie.
Of course, uh, you have to
be careful with dynamite.
Can't use too much.
Just a little keg will do you.
Only one keg?
- Oh, dear.
- Uh-oh.
Stand clear!
You, too, Rabbit.
Uh, do you think, perhaps,
we should have told Gopher
that we each used one keg, too?
Hello!
Hello!
Hmm. No sign
of hide nor bunny.
I wonder where
old floppy ears went.
Oh, dear. I hope he's
not angry with us.
I believe we should
look for him,
in case he's lost.
Good idea. Follow me.
No. He's not here.
Oh, my. Ohh. Oh, my.
Oh, dear, dear, dear,
dear, dear.
Oh, no, no, no.
And did you find
anything, Piglet?
Well, uh, no.
You, Pooh?
Only this very nice rock.
But no Rabbit.
I came up zip, too.
And I searched every one
of my holes to boot.
I I found this.
His favorite carrot.
He never went
nowheres without it.
We're just gonna
have to face it.
Bunny boy is gone.
He was the dagblasted
best rabbit friend
I ever had,
even if he was
the only rabbit friend
I ever had.
Perhaps we shouldn't
have blown him up.
Then he wouldn't
have had to leave.
Help! Help!
- Help!
- Oh, my.
I can still hear him calling.
I must be having
hearlookinations.
Help! Help! Help!
I wonder if hearlookinations
are contagious.
I hear Rabbit, too.
So do I.
Me, uh, too.
Get me down from here!
Yaah!
Why, look.
There's Rabbit's
hearlookination now.
Wait a minute.
That's not Rabbit's
hearlookination.
That's Rabbit in a tree.
Hooray! Ha ha ha ha!
Old floppy ears wasn't blown
to tangerines after all.
Hey, watch where you're
bouncing, you big galoot.
- Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
- Oh, my.
Rabbit's so high up.
How are we going
to get him down?
Won't be easy,
but maybe this will help.
Uh, chop me down?
Yep.
Might be painful,
but it could hurt a lot, too.
No. We can't do that.
Why, the tree might fall
on an innocent plant
or something.
Hmm. Good point.
- Well, in that case
- Aah!
I'll just have to
use dynamite again.
Like my daddy
always used to say,
what gets blown up
might get blown down.
No, no!
Not dynamite again!
You're right. Better
make it nitroglycerine.
Wait. Uh, how about U235?
I believe I could get him down.
You? All by your lonesome?
He's right, Pooh.
Won't you want some help?
Help?
Oh, no.
I don't believe so.
Just watch.
Hello, Rabbit.
Hmm? What?
Oh, hi, Pooh Bear.
- Aah!
- See? I thought it might work.
Aah!
You were right, buddy boy.
Not only did you get
Rabbit out of the tree,
you caught him, too.
Here we are.
I think it's all right
for Rabbit to look
at our surprise now.
Oh, my. Oh, my.
It's wonderful.
And for me?
After everything
I've said to you?
Well, you are
our friend, Rabbit,
whether you like it or not.
How can I ever thank you
all for fixing it?
Let me see. I know.
Tigger, stop that.
Say, you know anything
about the rest of my dynamite?
It's gone.
Yes. I hid it
in a nice safe place
where it can't blow up
any innocent gardens
or rabbits.
Uh, Rabbit, I found this
pogo stick in the woods,
and I thought it might make
a nice garden warming gift,
since you have a new garden
which needs warming.
Here.
Why, thank you, Pooh.
How thoughtful.
Can I try it, please?
Please? Please?
No. It's my pogo stick.
I get to pogo on it first.
Maybe I can bounce
on you for once.
Oh, my. Why does it
always happen to me?
Say, I bet I know
where you hid my dynamite.
Come on, Piglet, old pal,
tell us a scary ghostly story,
something full of,
uh, spookables
and horribibble creatures,
uh, and things that go
shopping in the night.
Oh, well, actually,
I thought I might tell
a not-so-scary story,
a story about a scientist.
A mad scientist, Pigalet?
Oh, no. Not mad at all.
Quite happy and cheerful,
really. Heh heh.
Once upon a time
Say, it's the middle
of broad daylight.
Even a not-so-scary scary story
has to happen at night,
you know.
Oh, but this one
happens in the daytime.
Night.
D-Day.
Night.
Day.
Morning.
Evening.
Oh, dear.
That's better.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Although a nice thunderstorm
would be nice.
Y-Yes. Well, as I was saying,
there was a very pleasant
and cheerful scientist.
Mm-mm. Peanut butter
and jelly.
My favorite.
And it's so very good
for you, too.
Gasp.
What is it? What is it?
Why, this story is so unscary,
it's scary.
I got better things to do
than listen to this.
I think I'll go
trim my toenails.
Or better yet, I'll go
trim Pooh's toenails.
Oh, Tigger, where
are your manners?
I don't know.
But I bet they're having
more fun than I am.
Tigger, behave.
Well, if you're going to have
a story about a scientist,
he ought to at least be
doing something terribibble
like creating
a boing-boing monster.
A monster?
Yeah. The monster Frankenpooh.
Oh, d-d-dear.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Absotutely perfect.
Uh, but only he ought to be
a little bit bigger than that.
No, even bigger.
Biggerer!
Oh, bother.
Now that's what I
call a monster.
- Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
- Oh, help! S-Save me!
H-Help me! Oh, save me!
Oh, dear. This is
so very terrifying.
I want honey?
Honey.
A m A m
m-monster
Trembling in your socks,
are you?
Clinging to the edge
of your seats, maybe?
There was no stopping
that gigantically
monstrous monstrosity.
Honey.
Oh, d-d-dear!
Tigger, I'm afraid
this has become
a not-at-all
so not-so-very-scary story.
Perhaps I'd better tell it
because I really think
the monster shouldn't
be quite that size.
Oh, you're right, Pigalet!
He ought to be maybe
quadrupally as big.
Uh, Tigger,
I seem to have reached
the top of the picture.
So you have.
Maybe I ought to cut it
by a few feetsies.
Thank you, Tigger.
And so the monster was back
on his unendingless
search for
Honey.
There was no stopping
the thiefting beastie.
Everybody was up
to their necks in arms
because they knew
who was responsibibble
for that terribibble monster
that was terrorizing them.
It's that mad
Dr. von Piglet.
He's the one
that made the monster.
- Let's boil him in tomato juice!
- Yee!
Oh! No!
Stop this story!
Please. It was an accident.
I I didn't mean
to do it. Honest.
I just wanted it to be
a nice not-so-scary story.
But, Pigalet,
there's nothing
to get so upset about.
It was just a silly story.
Of course, Piglet.
There was no monster.
No one's angry at you.
N-N-No?
You really should
learn the difference
between what's real
and what isn't.
Shouldn't he, Pooh?
Yes, Piglet, you really should.
And, uh, so should I.
Oh, bother.
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 ♪
Dagnabbit!
Uhh, shouldn't be
hitting bedrock yet.
Hold everything!
Hmm. Nah. Nah. Uh-huh.
That's it.
I missed my turnoff.
Eh, no time to lollygag.
Got places to be
and tunnels to dig.
Hmm. Hmph.
I knew I should have
brought along the big pick.
There.
This should keep everyone
from trampling
my garden every day.
If it isn't one thing,
it's another.
- Hmm.
- Rabbit, I came
to return the honey jars
I borrowed for breakfast.
How could you?
You're in my garden.
We are?
The signs say keep out,
among other things.
Can't you read them?
Oh, I can read them, Rabbit.
I just can't see them.
Whoa!
Piglet!
Look what you've done.
A young, vibrant carrot
mooshed before its prime,
and all because you and Pooh
have no regard for my garden.
Oomph!
Tigger! No, no, no!
My garden's ruined!
Nah. I just gave it
that bounced-in look.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Oh! What now?
I'll teach you
to dig up my vegetables.
Oh, my. Who turned out
the lights?
Where's my garden?
Hmm. Ah.
So that's why there's
all those roots in my way.
Well, it's gonna have to go.
You don't mind if I clear
away some of the deadwood,
uh, do you, Rabbit?
Do what you want, Gopher.
Just stay out of my garden!
Coming through.
Everybody stand clear.
Uh, stand clear of what, Gopher?
The big kerpowee, that's what?
Kerpowee?
Oh, my. I don't like
the sound of that.
Maybe you'd better
hold your ears, Piglet,
like this.
Here we go. Just press
this doohickey down,
- and, uh
- Uh-oh.
Did somebody say something?
"Keep out."
Well, heh heh heh heh,
that takes care of that.
Back to my digging.
My garden! It's gone! Gone!
Oh, ha ha ha ha!
Cheer up, floppy ears.
It's not gone.
It's just been, uh, uh, tossed.
Uh, got any
Tarzan Island dressing?
This is your fault!
All of yours!
First Pooh and Piglet,
then Tigger. Now this.
Why do you always
ruin my garden?
It never did anything
to any of you.
From now on,
I'm a rabbit unto myself.
Hmph!
Hmm. Is it just me,
or does something seem to be
bothering friend Rabbit?
You know, I haven't given fuzz
bottom a good bouncing in days.
I feel an empty spot in my life.
I know what you mean, Tigger.
I usually feel
that same empty spot
just before dinner.
I can't quite
put my finger on it,
but I believe Rabbit's garden
is somehow different?
Hmm. This calls for some
serious investergating.
Uh, perhaps we should
come back later
when the garden's
friendlier?
Naw. Just follow me.
I'll lead you around
them booby traps.
Tiggers are experts on trapping boobies,
you know.
Oh, don't worry. You can
ride on my shoulders, Piglet.
You'll be safe up here.
Hmm. I better get this
out of the way
before somebody trips over it.
Uh, Tigger?
Piglet?
Well, ha ha,
that takes care of that.
- Excuse me, Tigger, but
- Not now, Pooh Bear.
We got traps to unboobify.
Umph!
I don't think you guys had
better step on this thing.
It might be dangerous.
Quiet, fellas.
It's long ears.
I'm coming for you, buddy boy.
Ooh! Wait a minute.
This isn't Rabbit.
I've been boobied.
Hoo hoo hoo haah!
Surprised you, didn't I?
So how do you like it?
Hmm?
How do I like it? Ha ha!
Well, it's the most
wonderfulest one I've ever seen.
Heh heh.
Eh, what is it?
It's, uh
It's certainly big.
It's my fortress.
From now on, no one will
be able to bother me
or my garden again.
The whole point of this
fortress is to keep you out.
From now on, no matter
what you think,
no matter what you hear,
no matter what happens,
you and you and especially you
are to stay away forever.
But who will come
and borrow honey from you?
No one!
And that means you.
Aw. My tummy will be
awfully sorry to hear that.
Come on, guys.
Something tells me
we're not wanted.
Come along, Piglet.
You took the words
right out of my mouth,
Piglet old pal.
Whew. Now for a little
peace and quiet
and gardening.
Hmm. Where did I
leave my shovel?
Oh, yes. It's right
outside the door?
Aah!
The door! I forgot
to make a door!
I can't get out!
I'm trapped! Doomed!
Do you hear?
Wait! Pooh!
Tigger!
Please come back!
Oh, no, you don't.
You told us not to come back.
You can booby a tigger oncet,
but you can't make him drink.
Yeah. You tell him, kiddo.
I think Rabbit is testing us
to see how good
of friends we are.
We should go before
we hurt his feelings.
Oh, no. They're leaving.
I'll starve.
Starve?
Oh, Pooh!
How about a little
smackerel of honey?
Honey.
No, Pooh.
He's just trying to trick us.
Mm. That honey
does taste tasty.
Bunny boy's counting on us.
We can't go back,
no matter what.
Oh, my.
Where's Tigger when you
need a good bounce?
Uh, did he say bounce?
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
No, no. Farther back.
A little farther.
Uh, that should do it.
Don't worry, bunny boy.
We'll bust you out
if it's the last thing you do.
Oh, d-d-dear.
Ohh, my!
Hey. How come
we do all the work
and bunny boy gets to do
all the bouncing?
Go on. Pull.
Pull! Pull!
I'm afraid
there may not be
any pull left in me.
Maybe if we got a better grip.
Yipe!
Sure hope he's got
a round trip ticket.
Yaah!
Tigger, there's no possible way
you can get me through
that little hole.
I'm just too big.
Oh, Rabbit,
it's just a small matter
of tiggernometry.
We'll have you vacuum free
before you can say
hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Oh, dear.
We did it!
Sure was simple.
I hope Rabbit's all right.
Genius. Pure genius.
Rabbit, what are you
doing in there
when you should be in there?
I told you I was too big
to hit through the hole.
Yeah, maybe, but what
happened to your garden?
Yaah!
Ah, I might as well face it.
I'll probably spend
the rest of my life in here.
Yeah, but look at the
bright side, bunny boy.
Maybe you won't live that long.
Is there anything
we can do, Rabbit?
No, except maybe try
not to forget me.
Of course not, uh
Rabbit.
Well, that's that.
Can't stand around here forever.
I've got tunnels
that need blasting.
Mm. That's an idea.
Blast him out.
Hmm. That's an idear.
Blast him out.
Hmm. That's an idea.
I wonder how much
longer to lunch.
Yes, siree.
Don't know why I didn't
think of it before.
I'll blast him out.
Yes, indeedie.
Of course, uh, you have to
be careful with dynamite.
Can't use too much.
Just a little keg will do you.
Only one keg?
- Oh, dear.
- Uh-oh.
Stand clear!
You, too, Rabbit.
Uh, do you think, perhaps,
we should have told Gopher
that we each used one keg, too?
Hello!
Hello!
Hmm. No sign
of hide nor bunny.
I wonder where
old floppy ears went.
Oh, dear. I hope he's
not angry with us.
I believe we should
look for him,
in case he's lost.
Good idea. Follow me.
No. He's not here.
Oh, my. Ohh. Oh, my.
Oh, dear, dear, dear,
dear, dear.
Oh, no, no, no.
And did you find
anything, Piglet?
Well, uh, no.
You, Pooh?
Only this very nice rock.
But no Rabbit.
I came up zip, too.
And I searched every one
of my holes to boot.
I I found this.
His favorite carrot.
He never went
nowheres without it.
We're just gonna
have to face it.
Bunny boy is gone.
He was the dagblasted
best rabbit friend
I ever had,
even if he was
the only rabbit friend
I ever had.
Perhaps we shouldn't
have blown him up.
Then he wouldn't
have had to leave.
Help! Help!
- Help!
- Oh, my.
I can still hear him calling.
I must be having
hearlookinations.
Help! Help! Help!
I wonder if hearlookinations
are contagious.
I hear Rabbit, too.
So do I.
Me, uh, too.
Get me down from here!
Yaah!
Why, look.
There's Rabbit's
hearlookination now.
Wait a minute.
That's not Rabbit's
hearlookination.
That's Rabbit in a tree.
Hooray! Ha ha ha ha!
Old floppy ears wasn't blown
to tangerines after all.
Hey, watch where you're
bouncing, you big galoot.
- Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
- Oh, my.
Rabbit's so high up.
How are we going
to get him down?
Won't be easy,
but maybe this will help.
Uh, chop me down?
Yep.
Might be painful,
but it could hurt a lot, too.
No. We can't do that.
Why, the tree might fall
on an innocent plant
or something.
Hmm. Good point.
- Well, in that case
- Aah!
I'll just have to
use dynamite again.
Like my daddy
always used to say,
what gets blown up
might get blown down.
No, no!
Not dynamite again!
You're right. Better
make it nitroglycerine.
Wait. Uh, how about U235?
I believe I could get him down.
You? All by your lonesome?
He's right, Pooh.
Won't you want some help?
Help?
Oh, no.
I don't believe so.
Just watch.
Hello, Rabbit.
Hmm? What?
Oh, hi, Pooh Bear.
- Aah!
- See? I thought it might work.
Aah!
You were right, buddy boy.
Not only did you get
Rabbit out of the tree,
you caught him, too.
Here we are.
I think it's all right
for Rabbit to look
at our surprise now.
Oh, my. Oh, my.
It's wonderful.
And for me?
After everything
I've said to you?
Well, you are
our friend, Rabbit,
whether you like it or not.
How can I ever thank you
all for fixing it?
Let me see. I know.
Tigger, stop that.
Say, you know anything
about the rest of my dynamite?
It's gone.
Yes. I hid it
in a nice safe place
where it can't blow up
any innocent gardens
or rabbits.
Uh, Rabbit, I found this
pogo stick in the woods,
and I thought it might make
a nice garden warming gift,
since you have a new garden
which needs warming.
Here.
Why, thank you, Pooh.
How thoughtful.
Can I try it, please?
Please? Please?
No. It's my pogo stick.
I get to pogo on it first.
Maybe I can bounce
on you for once.
Oh, my. Why does it
always happen to me?
Say, I bet I know
where you hid my dynamite.
Come on, Piglet, old pal,
tell us a scary ghostly story,
something full of,
uh, spookables
and horribibble creatures,
uh, and things that go
shopping in the night.
Oh, well, actually,
I thought I might tell
a not-so-scary story,
a story about a scientist.
A mad scientist, Pigalet?
Oh, no. Not mad at all.
Quite happy and cheerful,
really. Heh heh.
Once upon a time
Say, it's the middle
of broad daylight.
Even a not-so-scary scary story
has to happen at night,
you know.
Oh, but this one
happens in the daytime.
Night.
D-Day.
Night.
Day.
Morning.
Evening.
Oh, dear.
That's better.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Although a nice thunderstorm
would be nice.
Y-Yes. Well, as I was saying,
there was a very pleasant
and cheerful scientist.
Mm-mm. Peanut butter
and jelly.
My favorite.
And it's so very good
for you, too.
Gasp.
What is it? What is it?
Why, this story is so unscary,
it's scary.
I got better things to do
than listen to this.
I think I'll go
trim my toenails.
Or better yet, I'll go
trim Pooh's toenails.
Oh, Tigger, where
are your manners?
I don't know.
But I bet they're having
more fun than I am.
Tigger, behave.
Well, if you're going to have
a story about a scientist,
he ought to at least be
doing something terribibble
like creating
a boing-boing monster.
A monster?
Yeah. The monster Frankenpooh.
Oh, d-d-dear.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Absotutely perfect.
Uh, but only he ought to be
a little bit bigger than that.
No, even bigger.
Biggerer!
Oh, bother.
Now that's what I
call a monster.
- Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
- Oh, help! S-Save me!
H-Help me! Oh, save me!
Oh, dear. This is
so very terrifying.
I want honey?
Honey.
A m A m
m-monster
Trembling in your socks,
are you?
Clinging to the edge
of your seats, maybe?
There was no stopping
that gigantically
monstrous monstrosity.
Honey.
Oh, d-d-dear!
Tigger, I'm afraid
this has become
a not-at-all
so not-so-very-scary story.
Perhaps I'd better tell it
because I really think
the monster shouldn't
be quite that size.
Oh, you're right, Pigalet!
He ought to be maybe
quadrupally as big.
Uh, Tigger,
I seem to have reached
the top of the picture.
So you have.
Maybe I ought to cut it
by a few feetsies.
Thank you, Tigger.
And so the monster was back
on his unendingless
search for
Honey.
There was no stopping
the thiefting beastie.
Everybody was up
to their necks in arms
because they knew
who was responsibibble
for that terribibble monster
that was terrorizing them.
It's that mad
Dr. von Piglet.
He's the one
that made the monster.
- Let's boil him in tomato juice!
- Yee!
Oh! No!
Stop this story!
Please. It was an accident.
I I didn't mean
to do it. Honest.
I just wanted it to be
a nice not-so-scary story.
But, Pigalet,
there's nothing
to get so upset about.
It was just a silly story.
Of course, Piglet.
There was no monster.
No one's angry at you.
N-N-No?
You really should
learn the difference
between what's real
and what isn't.
Shouldn't he, Pooh?
Yes, Piglet, you really should.
And, uh, so should I.
Oh, bother.