The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1988) s03e03 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 ♪
Foul ball!
No shoving!
Whoops! There it goes!
Don't let it get away.
Oh, dear.
We're We're stuck.
Hmm. A sneaky
little guy, isn't he?
Are we having a time out?
Come on, you persnickety
little sphere.
Come to Papa.
Hand it off!
Dag nabbit! I can't
wait around all day.
I got things to thingie,
places to replace, and
Aah!
There it goes.
- Catch it.
- Pass it!
I get the feeling
it's time to move.
Well, there's no use
complaining,
not that I ever do.
Oh, dear.
Feet together,
left arm straight, head down.
Well played, Piglet. Ha ha!
Nice shot.
Was that a goal, Pooh?
Yeah, Pooh boy.
You're the referee.
You decide
all the important stuff.
Oh.
Well, I think it was
as close to being a goal
as it could be
without being close at all.
Thank you, Pooh.
There goes the ball!
No ball's going to get
the bounce on me.
Now I gotcha,
you ornery little orb.
Hurry, Tigger,
it's getting away.
Don't worry, Rabbit.
I got it on the run.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Why, hello, ball.
- We've got it cornered.
- Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Oh, my goodness.
I think it would
be safer if you left.
This certainly seems
like a good place for my house.
Hawmp!
But then again,
it never hurts to keep looking.
Why did you do that, Pooh Bear?
Don't you know what it
means to be the referee?
Of course I do, Rabbit.
It means I'm on the ball's side.
I'm glad you're on
its side, Pooh.
No, no, no, no.
The ball doesn't
have Pooh on its side.
How do you know, bunny boy?
They look pretty friendly to me.
I know because
I wrote the rules.
Oh, yeah? So what do
the rules say, long ears?
Uh, oh, yes, the rules.
Well, uh, the rules say
uh, well
Get that ball!
Dag nabbit!
The trouble with all this
fun and games stuff
is that it takes too long.
I got things to do.
Hmm. Now where did I put
that blasted first
Aah!
Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
One little swipe,
and the game's over.
Wait. Stop. Don't hit it.
Uh, where's Gopher?
The rules say you can't score
unless the goalie is here.
What do we do now, Pooh?
Perhaps a time out
for a small smackerel.
Exactly, Pooh. A time out.
But not for smackereling.
We must have a team meeting.
But haven't we met
each other already?
Oh, my.
Order, order.
Ahem. I call this team
meeting to order.
There.
Now we're all here.
Where's Gopher? We can't
stop the meeting without him.
Jumpin' crawdaddies!
How's a guy supposed
to get any work done
with all this playing going on?
But, Gopher, we can't
play without you.
I had enough fun and relaxation.
I got a whole system of
subterranean shortcuts to build.
But the rules say
we can't finish the game
without a goalie.
- I have to work.
- Play.
- Work.
- Play!
Work!
Uh, Pooh,
you're the referee.
What do you think we should do?
Yeah. You tell 'em,
buddy bear.
Yes, Pooh.
Should we play?
Or work?
Mm.
Yes.
Yes?
By dinghy, that
makes sense to me.
Right. We'll do both.
All right, Gopher,
we'll help you work.
And I'll help you play.
My first shortcut
wasn't short enough,
so I'm going to have to cut
another shortcut around it.
Well, whatever we do,
let's do it
so we can get back to the game.
Gonna need some rocks
for a retaining wall.
Safety first, you know.
Perhaps we could
use this, Gopher?
Nope, nope, not that one.
No, siree.
That's my pride and joy.
Best boulder I ever built.
I'm saving it
for something special.
Maybe one of these would do?
Oh, bother.
Head for the hills!
- Gangway!
- Retreat!
Yipes!
I think we lost it.
I think it found us.
Follow me.
Hmm. Not bad
for an oversized marble.
Now this is what I
call a shortcut.
Then that takes care
of the working.
And now we can get
back to the game.
All the modern conveniences
impressive yet tasteful.
But not too sturdy.
Heads up, Piglet.
I got it. I got it. Oof!
Hey, little Piglet,
where's the ball?
I didn't get it.
Here we go again.
Nothing but a waste of time.
Say,
what's all the ruckus about?
Hey! Watch it,
you dad-blasted ball!
Ball? Heh heh. I got the ball.
All right, you lollygaggers,
now you're going to see
some real Gopher goalieing.
Oh, dear.
It took the ball.
Spoilsport!
The rules! The rules!
It's against the rules!
If we don't get that ball back,
we'll never stop playing.
And we'll never
get back to work.
And we'll run out of time outs.
After that ball!
What shall we do now?
There's only one thing to do.
We'll call a team meeting
and decide what to do.
The rules clearly state
that the game's not over
until the game is finished.
And we can't finish
without a ball.
Gopher, it's your boulder.
You tell us where it
took the ball.
Matter of fact, I can.
Ahem. Taking into account
velocity, gravity,
and the hypotenuse
of any right triangle,
I calculate it's going
to come to a stop
right about there.
Come in.
Oh, no! My vegetables!
Of course, that's after it
passes through your garden.
So when will it get to there?
Oh, in, uh, say, 35 seconds.
Then why don't we
make there the goal?
Nice house in a quiet
neighborhood.
What more could a donkey want?
Huh?
Yikes.
Well, Pooh?
Why, it's a goal.
Then, according to the rules,
the game is over.
Leave it to old donkey boy here
to show up in the right
place at the right time.
It's a talent we donkeys
don't like to brag about.
Why, Eeyore, a stick has
fallen from your home.
Oh, bother.
Oh, dear.
Eeyore, I'm very sorry.
Aren't I?
No need to be, Pooh.
It's all the house
I ever needed.
Say, long ears,
what was the score?
That's a very good
question, Tigger.
What was the score, Pooh?
Score?
But, Rabbit, Pooh can't count.
Then according to the rules,
we have to play tomorrow
to figure out today's score.
What'll we use for a ball?
Ah, don't worry.
We'll find something.
Hiya, buddy bear!
How about some fun
and frolics and stuff?
I can't now, Tigger.
I'm cleaning
my empty honey pots,
before I fill them again
so I can empty them again.
I'll bet Pigalet can play.
He's always got time
for a friend.
Oh, bother.
I must have pumped
the pump too hard.
Perhaps it's gone off
to take a nap.
Let me see.
A carrot caddy for Rabbit,
a honey pot warmer
for Pooh Bear
- Hiya, little Pigalet!
- Yipes!
What say you and me go hunting
heffalumps or something?
I can't now, Tigger.
I'm making up my Christmas list.
But it's only half past
springtime.
Well, I have so many friends
that it's a very long list.
Maybe old long ears will
want to have some fun.
I hope I get this done before
it gets too dark to see.
Oh, my. That's much better.
I think.
I certainly
do not want to play, Tigger.
As you can see, I'm very
busy with my gardening.
I guess nobody wants to do
any playing with me today.
Oh, my.
Oh, my, oh, my.
Everybody's too
for me.
If I bounced up
and never came down,
nobody would even notice
the extra space.
Say, even my door's being
unfriendly.
If I don't get
this thing unstuck
huh I'll be stuck
out there forever.
I'm gonna get in there
if it's the last thing
I do-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Say, do I hear teensy
little insecty footsteps
of the bug variety?
Hmm. Looks like I got
a houseguest.
Why, it must be a blue-faced,
yellow-bellied housefly.
Hiya, little fella.
My name's Tigger.
What's yours?
The shy type, no doubt.
That's okay, kid.
You and me are gonna
be best friends.
We'll go places and do things
like going to walks,
playing marbles,
singing songs
in four-part harmony,
just the two of us.
We'll have a ton of fun,
and when we're done
we'll have some more.
Having fun with friends
is what tiggers do the best.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
There's something very
strange going on here.
Say, everybody,
I want to introduce you
to my new friend.
Not now, Tigger. We have
a crisis to resolve.
Do you see Tigger's new friend?
Well, uh, no,
not exactly. Do you?
Not very well, I'm afraid.
We must find out
what's happening
to all the wood in the Wood.
Hmm. Let's you and me go
have some friend-type fun.
TTFN.
Uh, Tigger seems
to have a new friend
only Tigger can see.
Why would Tigger need
a new friend when he has us?
Well, if the friend
he likes best isn't,
then the friends
who like him best
must be friendlier.
Why, Pooh,
I believe that's
a very friendly idea.
Poor little guy,
out there all alone
on that big, cruel world
and nobody watching
where they're stepping.
Hope he's okay.
You're home.
I'm never letting you
out of my sight again
because you're the best
pal a tigger ever had.
Hello, friend Tigger.
I've brought you a small gift.
And I brought you these, Tigger.
It's the sort of things
friends do for their friends.
Glad you dropped by.
Now you can meet my new friend.
How do you do?
I'm Pooh, and this is
my friend Piglet.
It's very nice to meet you.
Say, who you guys talking to?
My friend's not there.
He's over Gasp!
He's gone again!
I've got to find him!
Poor Tigger has imagined
that his imaginary friend
has run away.
Yes. It seems this is
worse than we'd imagined.
Oh, poor Tigger.
What shall we do?
What is it that's chewing
everything into sawdust?
Chewing? Are we going
to have breakfast?
We have to do something.
Yes. Something sweet.
I believe we must
convince Tigger
his friend isn't real.
Is Tigger's unfriend
coming to breakfast?
Uh, Pooh Bear, I'm talking about
the strange goings-on
in the forest.
Something very unusual
is happening,
and I'm going to get
to the bottom of this!
Aha!
The mystery is solved.
Ahem. After a great deal
of research on my part,
- I
- Hey, everybody!
- I found my little
- Not now, Tigger.
Ahem. As I was saying,
I have discovered what's
responsible for our problem,
and it is
a termite.
Hmm.
Bears a remarkabibble
resemblance
to a blue-faced,
yellow-bellied housefly.
We must find this
terrible termite
before it eats us
out of house and home.
And honey.
Me and my little friend
will find that villainous
villain for you.
I'll bet he's already
hot on the trail.
Wait for me, little guy.
Let's find that termite.
And invite him to breakfast.
Here, Mr. Termite.
I know you're here somewhere.
Aren't you?
Oof. I was right.
Perhaps the termite has
come back here for dessert.
My house is getting taller,
or I'm getting even smaller.
Have you seen the termite,
Piglet?
Why, yes, Pooh.
I believe I have.
There he goes!
He's headed straight
for Tigger's house.
Hiya, fellas!
Did you find
that dastardly termite?
Oof.
There it is.
Say,
what are you doing
chasing my friend?
Thought you were after
some terribibble termite.
But that is the termite.
That's ridickerous.
This is a blue-faced,
yellow-bellied housefly.
My friend.
Why, do you realize
what this means?
Yes. It means
Tigger's friend
is a bit more real
than we imagined.
That thing is a menace
to the Hundred Acre Wood.
It has to go.
Huh-uh. No way. No how.
He's my friend, and I'm
not sending him packing.
Don't worry, little guy.
I'll protect you.
But, Tigger,
that creature must go and now.
He's eaten the fence
around my garden,
Piglet's chair, Pooh's table
Yeah, but but
No buts, Tigger.
That termite must go.
Okay.
If that's the way
it's got to be.
Good. I'm glad you're finally
listening to reason.
I'll have to
move away with him.
I can't let the poor
little guy go alone.
Mm, uh, I mean, Tigger,
you don't have to leave,
too, do you?
This is how it must be.
I'll go away forever
and maybe even longer
just me and you.
He's gone.
Why, he must have heard the
terribibble things you were saying
and got his itty-bitty
bug feelings hurt.
Hurt feelings, indeed.
I'll bet the little
monster's out there
eating what's left of our homes.
We have to stop that thing.
He must be around
here somewhere.
I knew it. It's him.
Why, what's he doing?
I believe he's fixing
what he unfixed, Rabbit.
Thanks, little fella.
He caught my good side. Coo!
Hey!
Where ya going?
Come back!
So long, little
bug buddy.
We just want you to know
that we're still your friends.
And that you're
welcome to breakfast
any time it's time
for breakfast.
Uh, what time is it?
Ah, I know that.
And, uh, Tigger, I am sorry
about your little, uh, friend.
Ah, don't worry about it.
Why, you're just in time to see.
I had so much fun with one bug,
I figured it would be
ten times as much fun
with ten of them.
So meet my new friends.
Why, Tigger, aren't those
Fleas?
Yeah. I'm gonna
start a circus.
Okay, fellas,
show them how you can
jump through the hoop.
Say, where'd they all go?
I heard of close friends,
but this is too close.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!