The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1988) s02e08 Episode Script
Eeyore's Tail Tale/Three Little Piglets
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 ♪
Ya-ha-ha-ha!
Oh, no, you don't,
you miserable millipedes.
Take that, you bugs, and that.
This means war.
Retreat! Retreat!
Had enough, eh?
Well, that'll teach you
to mess with my vegetables.
Uh-oh.
Fire!
Aah!
Another wild party
at Rabbit's house.
Guess I'm not fun enough
to be invited.
Maybe I should work on my image.
Let's see.
Smile's still like new.
Hardly ever use it.
Now!
Oh, I see.
It's a dance party.
Don't know what
the problem is, then.
Got twice as many feet
to dance with as most folks.
I think I got it.
I think I
Hawmp!
What happened?
You again.
You're what's holding me back.
Always tagging along,
getting me into trouble.
I think we've come
to the tail end
of our relationship.
What do you know?
Feel like the life
of the party already.
Ah!
All right, you pests,
it's payback time.
Ah-choo!
Where did those little
bugbarians go?
Aha!
Tell me where your friends are,
or I'll spray you
into next year.
Behind me? Ha ha.
You don't expect me to fall
for that old trick, do you?
Yaah-hee-hee-hee-hee!
Uch. Now that's what I
call dirty fighting.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dearie, dear.
Don't come any closer.
I've got this, uh,
whatchamacallit.
And halt!
Mm! Ah!
Mm. This gives me an idea.
Might be more popular,
but part of me is a lot colder.
Wonder if anyone's
even gonna notice.
Mmmf!
Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Hiya, donkey boy!
Say, I almost didn't
recoganize you
without your tail.
We parted company at Rabbit's.
I'm much happier without it.
Can't you tell?
Sure, sure.
Only how will you be able
to tell your front
from your back?
My tail always
took care of that.
And since you're always
saying you're such a nobody,
uh, won't you be
even less of a somebody
with part of your body missing?
A tail's more
than just a tail, you know.
It's a friend who's always there
to back you up when you need it.
You're right, Tigger.
How will I ever get
the little guy back?
Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
You asked the right tigger.
Ta-da!
Stand up, pal,
and slap a grin on that face.
Because Tigger, Private Ear,
is hot on your case.
And take it from me,
reuniting loved ones is
what us private ears do best.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Now that's what I call
a worm wrangler.
Sometimes I amaze even myself.
Whee-hoo!
All aboard for the
Dreamboat Island Cruise.
Step lively now.
Okay! Yahoo!
Goodbye.
Have a wonderful trip.
Ha ha ha ha!
You vicious vermin.
Now they'll be seasick
instead of lovesick.
Bon voyage.
Hello, Pooh Bear.
Hello, Rabbit.
I've come to see you,
but you don't seem to be home.
What can I do for you
on this wonderful day, Pooh?
Want to borrow some honey?
Break my china?
Tie my ears in a knot?
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Oh, I don't think I want anything
as important as those things.
Uh, what's that, Rabbit?
Oh. Uh, why, this old thing?
Oh, it's nothing at all.
Far too unimportant
for you to trifle with anyway.
Well, Pooh Bear, it was
so nice to see to again,
but I really must run.
I'm afraid I'm much too
busy to even say good
If this thing's that
unimportant to Rabbit,
I bet he'd really be pleased
if I found an important
use for it.
My tail.
My best friend.
It's gone.
Hmm. Tails are just tails,
not legs.
Someone had to help it run.
You mean it's been stolen?
Exactically.
I'll start my search
by interrogating the
nearest suspicious rabbit.
Old long ears has always
got a tale to tell.
Who can that be?
Yes?
Gotcha!
Where were you
at 13:00 today?
13:00? Why, I was
Where were you on the
night of the 43rd?
I was
When was the next
to the last time
you saw Eeyore's tail?
Eeyore's tail? I don't know.
And where does your lap go
when you stand up?
Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Impressive, aren't I?
Will someone please
tell me what's going on?
I'm on a case.
Oh, no.
I didn't think
it was that exciting.
My worm wrangler.
Someone took my worm wrangler!
Oh, boy! Another case!
But what about my tail?
Not now, Eeyore.
If my superstitions are correct,
these two crimes is related.
But you don't have any clues.
Oh, no. The thief
took them, too!
Who was the last
nogoodnik you saw
nastying it up around here?
No one except Pooh Bear,
but he's
The criminimal mastermind
of the century.
It's a case of very little
brain going bad.
I have a sad feeling
my tail's gonna come out
on the bottom of this.
My tummy's telling me
this whatchamacallit's
really a
a bee tickler.
I was right.
This certainly is
something to smile about.
Uh-oh.
Tickle. Tickle.
Oh, bother.
Is it time for a midnight
smackerel already?
Whoops!
Hark!
My private ears tell me
that's the sound
of the getaway car.
Yep. And it sounds like
it's getting this way.
Aha! Trying to disguise
yourself, eh, buddy bear?
Well, it won't fool
this super sloth.
Yes, sir, buddy, we're on to you
for committing two
count them, two
crimes of the century.
Who would have thought it
of such a nice, gentle friend?
Confess, you two-bit hood.
Where's my worm wrangler?
Yeah. Where is it?
But what about my tail?
I don't have a tail
or a worm wrangler,
but I'm sure Mr. Private Ear
can find them both.
And perhaps he can find
my missing bee tickler, too.
I love this job.
When the going gets tough
and the tough start a-groaning
because things get lost
or bent or stolen,
never fear. Tigger
the Private Ear is here.
When you can't see the woods
'cause there's too many trees
and you can't find a needle
'cause the hay makes you sneeze,
never fear. Tigger
the Private Ear is here.
When feetprints need following
and clues can be found,
when gumshoes are
pussyfooting all over town
never fear. Tigger
the Private Ear is here.
Handcuffing and snooping
and chasing down pests.
Whatever the case,
it's what tiggers do best.
Never fear.
Tigger the Private Ear is here.
Oh, dear.
Forward, men. The chase is on,
and I'm leaving no stone
underdone.
This worm-wrangling,
bee-tickling,
tail-nabbing rogue
is mighty slick,
but Private Ear Tigger
is hot on this trail,
and I haven't missed a clue yet.
Sure do miss my tail.
Oh, my. I wonder where
they're going in such a hurry.
Oh, dear.
That certainly looks
like a very small part
of a very large animal.
Well, I really
must be going, too.
Heh heh heh.
But don't bother getting
up to say goodbye.
Yipes.
Please. I'd rather be your
friend than your dinner.
Oh, my. That certainly
is a relief.
You might come in very handy
for protecting me
from spookables.
When you're a very small animal,
the list of spookables
is pretty big.
But you won't mind, will you?
We've been marching
around for hours.
Haven't you found
any clues yet, Tigger?
Nope. I'm so clever,
the thief ran out
of clues to give me.
I got to help him out
by making up some of my own.
What I can't figure is why anyone would
want Eeyore's less-than-splendiferous tail.
It has to be one pitiful
little termite.
Piglet's little and pitiful,
and he doesn't have a tail.
Probably just couldn't
stand it anymore.
Gasp! Piglet! That's it.
I'm gonna make
private ear history
by sending Piglet
to the big house.
Oh, but, Tigger,
he's much too little
to live in a big house.
Uh, come along, Pooh.
I'll explain it to you later.
Aha. There's
the little shifty shiftaroo
shuffling around his hideout.
The little guy sure fooled me.
He must be an incredible
master of disguises.
Shucks, he's so good,
I wouldn't be surprised
if even he really
didn't know who he was,
which means he'll
probably want to hire me
to find his missing person.
That's why I made
this Wanted poster.
Now there's no way he can get
away from old yours truly.
There. My bully
bamboozler's all finished.
Don't move, false face!
We caught you pink-handed.
Caught me?
Caught me doing what?
Caught you looking like
this poster, of course.
You know, Tigger,
your poster really looks
more like that gentleman
over there.
Mm. You're right, Pooh.
Grab him!
Hoo, my word.
This reminds me of the bell rope
Uncle Torbert brought back
from the Dark Continent.
Nuts. He got away.
And he took my bully
bamboozler with him.
Tigger, you're
the great private ear.
Do something.
That thief has got
to be stopped.
And that's just what I'm
going to do, bunny boy.
I'm about to shed some light
on the culprit's
dark and damp identity.
It's time to get
to the top of this mess
and clear it up
once and for all.
Hmm. They don't make
them like they used to.
I hope we're not
disturbing you, Owl.
We just want to expose you
for the jailbird you are.
It's my hypotenuse
that Owl turned
to a life of crime
because he grew up
misunderstood.
I? Misunderstood?
Inconceivable.
Don't fight it, feathers.
You haven't got a chance.
I got a whole brain load
of circumserial evidence
proving my point.
Owl stole Piglet's
bully bamboozler
to guard his ill-gotten grains,
and he took Pooh's bee tickler
to keep his pointy-tailed
minions in line.
What about my worm wrangler?
Who else would need it
to catch those
early morning wrigglies
but an early birdbrain like Owl?
Well, I Really, I Hmm?
Yes, siree,
I can only conclude
Hawmp!
My worm wrangler!
My bee tickler.
My bully bamboozler.
Uncle Torbert's bell rope.
Hmm. You know, I have
seen this thing before.
Of course you have, Tigger.
It's always the last
thing you see
after Eeyore says goodbye.
I know no one cares except me,
but that's my tail.
Wait, Eeyore! That's it!
Your tail's the real
guilty party.
It plotted its own disappearance
till you learned
to appreciate it.
I knew it all along.
Well, from now on,
me and him are going
to stick together,
no matter what.
I'm even going to let it
walk in front for a change.
Yaah!
Hawmp!
Oh, dear.
I think Eeyore forgot
he was at Owl's.
Too bad he didn't have
a little more hindsight.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
I hereby declare
the case of Eeyore's tail tale
artificially closed.
Well, it's a good thing, too.
With all this private ear
foolishness,
I've lost my patience.
Lost your patience?
Then I, Tigger Private Ear,
won't rest till I find it.
How and will I ever learn?
"Once upon a time,
there were three little," uh
Hmm.
Oh, yes. Much better.
"Once upon a time,
there were three
little piglets"
and a honey tree.
In every story, there's honey.
This time, Pooh, for once,
please, no honey.
Well, I'm sorry, Rabbit.
For some reason, honey
seems to be on my mind.
Pooh Bear, it's the only
thing on your mind.
So please, just tell the story.
All right, Rabbit.
Ahem.
The first little piglet
lived in a honey tree, and
No.
He lived in a house
of straw, Pooh.
Yes. A house of straw,
which was next to a honey tree.
Pooh Bear.
And the little piglet
Was scared out of his wits
by the big bad bunny.
It's supposed to be a wolf
a big bad wolf.
Not anymore.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Pooh, giggling: Yes.
So the big bad bunny
was looking for his
grandma's house, and
Oh, my, Grandma,
what big ears you have.
Uh, what's in the basket?
I should have known.
Say, for a big bad bunny,
this bunny's not being very bad.
For once you're right, Tigger.
We have lost track
of the story. Haven't we?
Ahem.
Let me into your house,
little Piglet.
What do I do, Pooh?
I believe you should
say no, Piglet.
No, Piglet.
Why, then I'll huff
and I'll puff,
and I'll blow your house down.
Ha ha. Ahem. Not bad
if I do say so myself.
Oh, dear. And then
what happened, Pooh?
Then the second little piglet,
who lived
in a house of sticks
Say, kind of resembles
the Eeyore residence.
And then the Papa Bear said
Looks like somebody's
been sleeping in my bed.
No, no, no.
This is another story entirely.
The first little piglet
went to the second little
piglet who lived in
A house of cards.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Oh, why do I bother?
And I suppose now
I have to blow this house down.
I'll do it for you, long ears.
I'll huff and I'll puff,
and I'll blow the house down.
Oh, bother.
I seem to have lost my place.
Um, I believe
this is the part
heh heh where the three
little piglets are all together.
How do you do?
I'm Piglet.
- Me, too.
- So am I.
Pleased to make
your acquaintance.
No. The pleasure
is all mine.
No. It's mine.
Pooh Bear.
You finally have them right,
but what about me?
Oh, well. It's close
enough, I suppose.
Ahem. You little piglets
had better let me in.
Oh, who will save me
uh, us now?
Never fear, citizens!
It is I, the Masked Defender,
to the rescue!
No, no, no!
You don't belong here.
Whoops.
There is no Masked
Defender in this story.
Pooh, uh, just why
does the big bad bunny
want to get into the house?
I believe he wants
to borrow some honey.
No. Not that.
Uh, he, uh, he wants, uh
To get out of the rain.
That's it. No more.
This has gone far enough.
Big bad bunnies, Papa Bears.
It's too much!
I'm taking over.
I'm going to tell this story
the way it's supposed
to be told. Ahem.
I'm going to huff and puff
and blow your tree down.
Oh, d-d-dear.
Whoo!
And the three little piglets,
who had all the honey
they wanted,
lived happily ever after.
The end.
Oh, I love happy
endings, Pooh.
Uh, but what happened
to the big bad bunny?
Uh, don't ask, Piglet.
Don't ask.
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 ♪
Ya-ha-ha-ha!
Oh, no, you don't,
you miserable millipedes.
Take that, you bugs, and that.
This means war.
Retreat! Retreat!
Had enough, eh?
Well, that'll teach you
to mess with my vegetables.
Uh-oh.
Fire!
Aah!
Another wild party
at Rabbit's house.
Guess I'm not fun enough
to be invited.
Maybe I should work on my image.
Let's see.
Smile's still like new.
Hardly ever use it.
Now!
Oh, I see.
It's a dance party.
Don't know what
the problem is, then.
Got twice as many feet
to dance with as most folks.
I think I got it.
I think I
Hawmp!
What happened?
You again.
You're what's holding me back.
Always tagging along,
getting me into trouble.
I think we've come
to the tail end
of our relationship.
What do you know?
Feel like the life
of the party already.
Ah!
All right, you pests,
it's payback time.
Ah-choo!
Where did those little
bugbarians go?
Aha!
Tell me where your friends are,
or I'll spray you
into next year.
Behind me? Ha ha.
You don't expect me to fall
for that old trick, do you?
Yaah-hee-hee-hee-hee!
Uch. Now that's what I
call dirty fighting.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dearie, dear.
Don't come any closer.
I've got this, uh,
whatchamacallit.
And halt!
Mm! Ah!
Mm. This gives me an idea.
Might be more popular,
but part of me is a lot colder.
Wonder if anyone's
even gonna notice.
Mmmf!
Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Hiya, donkey boy!
Say, I almost didn't
recoganize you
without your tail.
We parted company at Rabbit's.
I'm much happier without it.
Can't you tell?
Sure, sure.
Only how will you be able
to tell your front
from your back?
My tail always
took care of that.
And since you're always
saying you're such a nobody,
uh, won't you be
even less of a somebody
with part of your body missing?
A tail's more
than just a tail, you know.
It's a friend who's always there
to back you up when you need it.
You're right, Tigger.
How will I ever get
the little guy back?
Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
You asked the right tigger.
Ta-da!
Stand up, pal,
and slap a grin on that face.
Because Tigger, Private Ear,
is hot on your case.
And take it from me,
reuniting loved ones is
what us private ears do best.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Now that's what I call
a worm wrangler.
Sometimes I amaze even myself.
Whee-hoo!
All aboard for the
Dreamboat Island Cruise.
Step lively now.
Okay! Yahoo!
Goodbye.
Have a wonderful trip.
Ha ha ha ha!
You vicious vermin.
Now they'll be seasick
instead of lovesick.
Bon voyage.
Hello, Pooh Bear.
Hello, Rabbit.
I've come to see you,
but you don't seem to be home.
What can I do for you
on this wonderful day, Pooh?
Want to borrow some honey?
Break my china?
Tie my ears in a knot?
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Oh, I don't think I want anything
as important as those things.
Uh, what's that, Rabbit?
Oh. Uh, why, this old thing?
Oh, it's nothing at all.
Far too unimportant
for you to trifle with anyway.
Well, Pooh Bear, it was
so nice to see to again,
but I really must run.
I'm afraid I'm much too
busy to even say good
If this thing's that
unimportant to Rabbit,
I bet he'd really be pleased
if I found an important
use for it.
My tail.
My best friend.
It's gone.
Hmm. Tails are just tails,
not legs.
Someone had to help it run.
You mean it's been stolen?
Exactically.
I'll start my search
by interrogating the
nearest suspicious rabbit.
Old long ears has always
got a tale to tell.
Who can that be?
Yes?
Gotcha!
Where were you
at 13:00 today?
13:00? Why, I was
Where were you on the
night of the 43rd?
I was
When was the next
to the last time
you saw Eeyore's tail?
Eeyore's tail? I don't know.
And where does your lap go
when you stand up?
Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Impressive, aren't I?
Will someone please
tell me what's going on?
I'm on a case.
Oh, no.
I didn't think
it was that exciting.
My worm wrangler.
Someone took my worm wrangler!
Oh, boy! Another case!
But what about my tail?
Not now, Eeyore.
If my superstitions are correct,
these two crimes is related.
But you don't have any clues.
Oh, no. The thief
took them, too!
Who was the last
nogoodnik you saw
nastying it up around here?
No one except Pooh Bear,
but he's
The criminimal mastermind
of the century.
It's a case of very little
brain going bad.
I have a sad feeling
my tail's gonna come out
on the bottom of this.
My tummy's telling me
this whatchamacallit's
really a
a bee tickler.
I was right.
This certainly is
something to smile about.
Uh-oh.
Tickle. Tickle.
Oh, bother.
Is it time for a midnight
smackerel already?
Whoops!
Hark!
My private ears tell me
that's the sound
of the getaway car.
Yep. And it sounds like
it's getting this way.
Aha! Trying to disguise
yourself, eh, buddy bear?
Well, it won't fool
this super sloth.
Yes, sir, buddy, we're on to you
for committing two
count them, two
crimes of the century.
Who would have thought it
of such a nice, gentle friend?
Confess, you two-bit hood.
Where's my worm wrangler?
Yeah. Where is it?
But what about my tail?
I don't have a tail
or a worm wrangler,
but I'm sure Mr. Private Ear
can find them both.
And perhaps he can find
my missing bee tickler, too.
I love this job.
When the going gets tough
and the tough start a-groaning
because things get lost
or bent or stolen,
never fear. Tigger
the Private Ear is here.
When you can't see the woods
'cause there's too many trees
and you can't find a needle
'cause the hay makes you sneeze,
never fear. Tigger
the Private Ear is here.
When feetprints need following
and clues can be found,
when gumshoes are
pussyfooting all over town
never fear. Tigger
the Private Ear is here.
Handcuffing and snooping
and chasing down pests.
Whatever the case,
it's what tiggers do best.
Never fear.
Tigger the Private Ear is here.
Oh, dear.
Forward, men. The chase is on,
and I'm leaving no stone
underdone.
This worm-wrangling,
bee-tickling,
tail-nabbing rogue
is mighty slick,
but Private Ear Tigger
is hot on this trail,
and I haven't missed a clue yet.
Sure do miss my tail.
Oh, my. I wonder where
they're going in such a hurry.
Oh, dear.
That certainly looks
like a very small part
of a very large animal.
Well, I really
must be going, too.
Heh heh heh.
But don't bother getting
up to say goodbye.
Yipes.
Please. I'd rather be your
friend than your dinner.
Oh, my. That certainly
is a relief.
You might come in very handy
for protecting me
from spookables.
When you're a very small animal,
the list of spookables
is pretty big.
But you won't mind, will you?
We've been marching
around for hours.
Haven't you found
any clues yet, Tigger?
Nope. I'm so clever,
the thief ran out
of clues to give me.
I got to help him out
by making up some of my own.
What I can't figure is why anyone would
want Eeyore's less-than-splendiferous tail.
It has to be one pitiful
little termite.
Piglet's little and pitiful,
and he doesn't have a tail.
Probably just couldn't
stand it anymore.
Gasp! Piglet! That's it.
I'm gonna make
private ear history
by sending Piglet
to the big house.
Oh, but, Tigger,
he's much too little
to live in a big house.
Uh, come along, Pooh.
I'll explain it to you later.
Aha. There's
the little shifty shiftaroo
shuffling around his hideout.
The little guy sure fooled me.
He must be an incredible
master of disguises.
Shucks, he's so good,
I wouldn't be surprised
if even he really
didn't know who he was,
which means he'll
probably want to hire me
to find his missing person.
That's why I made
this Wanted poster.
Now there's no way he can get
away from old yours truly.
There. My bully
bamboozler's all finished.
Don't move, false face!
We caught you pink-handed.
Caught me?
Caught me doing what?
Caught you looking like
this poster, of course.
You know, Tigger,
your poster really looks
more like that gentleman
over there.
Mm. You're right, Pooh.
Grab him!
Hoo, my word.
This reminds me of the bell rope
Uncle Torbert brought back
from the Dark Continent.
Nuts. He got away.
And he took my bully
bamboozler with him.
Tigger, you're
the great private ear.
Do something.
That thief has got
to be stopped.
And that's just what I'm
going to do, bunny boy.
I'm about to shed some light
on the culprit's
dark and damp identity.
It's time to get
to the top of this mess
and clear it up
once and for all.
Hmm. They don't make
them like they used to.
I hope we're not
disturbing you, Owl.
We just want to expose you
for the jailbird you are.
It's my hypotenuse
that Owl turned
to a life of crime
because he grew up
misunderstood.
I? Misunderstood?
Inconceivable.
Don't fight it, feathers.
You haven't got a chance.
I got a whole brain load
of circumserial evidence
proving my point.
Owl stole Piglet's
bully bamboozler
to guard his ill-gotten grains,
and he took Pooh's bee tickler
to keep his pointy-tailed
minions in line.
What about my worm wrangler?
Who else would need it
to catch those
early morning wrigglies
but an early birdbrain like Owl?
Well, I Really, I Hmm?
Yes, siree,
I can only conclude
Hawmp!
My worm wrangler!
My bee tickler.
My bully bamboozler.
Uncle Torbert's bell rope.
Hmm. You know, I have
seen this thing before.
Of course you have, Tigger.
It's always the last
thing you see
after Eeyore says goodbye.
I know no one cares except me,
but that's my tail.
Wait, Eeyore! That's it!
Your tail's the real
guilty party.
It plotted its own disappearance
till you learned
to appreciate it.
I knew it all along.
Well, from now on,
me and him are going
to stick together,
no matter what.
I'm even going to let it
walk in front for a change.
Yaah!
Hawmp!
Oh, dear.
I think Eeyore forgot
he was at Owl's.
Too bad he didn't have
a little more hindsight.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
I hereby declare
the case of Eeyore's tail tale
artificially closed.
Well, it's a good thing, too.
With all this private ear
foolishness,
I've lost my patience.
Lost your patience?
Then I, Tigger Private Ear,
won't rest till I find it.
How and will I ever learn?
"Once upon a time,
there were three little," uh
Hmm.
Oh, yes. Much better.
"Once upon a time,
there were three
little piglets"
and a honey tree.
In every story, there's honey.
This time, Pooh, for once,
please, no honey.
Well, I'm sorry, Rabbit.
For some reason, honey
seems to be on my mind.
Pooh Bear, it's the only
thing on your mind.
So please, just tell the story.
All right, Rabbit.
Ahem.
The first little piglet
lived in a honey tree, and
No.
He lived in a house
of straw, Pooh.
Yes. A house of straw,
which was next to a honey tree.
Pooh Bear.
And the little piglet
Was scared out of his wits
by the big bad bunny.
It's supposed to be a wolf
a big bad wolf.
Not anymore.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Pooh, giggling: Yes.
So the big bad bunny
was looking for his
grandma's house, and
Oh, my, Grandma,
what big ears you have.
Uh, what's in the basket?
I should have known.
Say, for a big bad bunny,
this bunny's not being very bad.
For once you're right, Tigger.
We have lost track
of the story. Haven't we?
Ahem.
Let me into your house,
little Piglet.
What do I do, Pooh?
I believe you should
say no, Piglet.
No, Piglet.
Why, then I'll huff
and I'll puff,
and I'll blow your house down.
Ha ha. Ahem. Not bad
if I do say so myself.
Oh, dear. And then
what happened, Pooh?
Then the second little piglet,
who lived
in a house of sticks
Say, kind of resembles
the Eeyore residence.
And then the Papa Bear said
Looks like somebody's
been sleeping in my bed.
No, no, no.
This is another story entirely.
The first little piglet
went to the second little
piglet who lived in
A house of cards.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Oh, why do I bother?
And I suppose now
I have to blow this house down.
I'll do it for you, long ears.
I'll huff and I'll puff,
and I'll blow the house down.
Oh, bother.
I seem to have lost my place.
Um, I believe
this is the part
heh heh where the three
little piglets are all together.
How do you do?
I'm Piglet.
- Me, too.
- So am I.
Pleased to make
your acquaintance.
No. The pleasure
is all mine.
No. It's mine.
Pooh Bear.
You finally have them right,
but what about me?
Oh, well. It's close
enough, I suppose.
Ahem. You little piglets
had better let me in.
Oh, who will save me
uh, us now?
Never fear, citizens!
It is I, the Masked Defender,
to the rescue!
No, no, no!
You don't belong here.
Whoops.
There is no Masked
Defender in this story.
Pooh, uh, just why
does the big bad bunny
want to get into the house?
I believe he wants
to borrow some honey.
No. Not that.
Uh, he, uh, he wants, uh
To get out of the rain.
That's it. No more.
This has gone far enough.
Big bad bunnies, Papa Bears.
It's too much!
I'm taking over.
I'm going to tell this story
the way it's supposed
to be told. Ahem.
I'm going to huff and puff
and blow your tree down.
Oh, d-d-dear.
Whoo!
And the three little piglets,
who had all the honey
they wanted,
lived happily ever after.
The end.
Oh, I love happy
endings, Pooh.
Uh, but what happened
to the big bad bunny?
Uh, don't ask, Piglet.
Don't ask.