The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1988) s03e09 Episode Script

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 ♪
Don't stop now.
We're almost finished.
Whew. It sure took
long enough
to dig this whatchamahoosie.
Ooh. I thought you said
this, uh, whatchamahoosie
was going to save work, Rabbit.
Oh, dear.
This ditch is part of my new
scientific farming method.
Once it's filled with water,
It will keep my carrots
moist and happy
all summer long.
What's the big idea, sonny?
If I hadn't filled in
that big ditch,
you'd have water kersplashing
all over your garden.
Filled in?
By dinghy,
you've nearly ruined
the work of a lifetime.
Now see here, Gopher,
just what do you think
you're doing?
Well, first I got to set up
my construction site.
Then I got to take a survey
Uh, but
You fellas can help me,
too, if you like.
Careful. This blackboard's
been in the family for years.
Oh, it's beautiful, Gopher,
with just he right
amount of chalk.
This here equation
was handed down
from my grandpappy
to my pappy to me.
Boys, you're eyeballing
a real wonder of the world:
An equation for
the ultimate tunnel.
And to think it looked like
just a bunch of numbers to me.
No, siree.
These are more
than just numbers.
Gopher, narrating:
My grandpappy was always
an overeager young
whippersnapper,
and one day he accidentally
tunneled into the Grand Canyon.
Ever since
that fateful afternoon,
he dreamed of digging
the ultimate tunnel.
I'm going to make
my ancestor's dream a reality.
That's wonderful, Gopher,
but just where will this
ultimate tunnel begin?
Follow me.
Congratulations, Rabbit.
My ultimate tunnel
starts right here.
You lucky guy.
Yep. Heh heh heh heh.
Ain't it wonderful?
But But But But
I know it's a big job, Rabbit,
but a gopher's got to do
what a gopher's got to do.
No. Wait. What I meant was
And we'll help you, Gopher.
Perhaps we should have a
small smackerel of something
to celebrate before we start.
Oh, bother.
Is anyone hungry?
Besides me, I mean.
Oh, I suppose not.
Well, a pooh has to do
what a pooh has to do.
I can't stand this!
Oops! Oh, bother.
Pooh. What have you one?
What a pooh had to do,
I believe.
No, Pooh. Look.
Oh, don't worry about that,
Rabbit.
There. Oh, bother.
Something seems to be missing.
Missing?
Why, no, Pooh, not at all.
You've one a fabulous
thing, Pooh Bear.
I mean, a perfectly
fixable thing.
Now run along.
I promise to fix your mistake
if you promise to keep
quiet about it.
Quiet about what, Rabbit?
Never mind, Pooh.
I'll take care of everything.
Heh heh heh.
Thank you very much.
Say, there's something fishy
going on around here.
Have you started work
on your ultimate tunnel
yet, Gopher?
Nope. Seems I've made
a mistake in my calculations.
Oh, well. Somehow
I'll try to go on
living without it.
Poor Rabbit.
I hope he'll recover
from the disappointment.
Tootly toot tee tee,
ta ta ta ta ta ta ♪
My, my. Even a dusty floor
looks better
than one with a big hole in it.
Now what can that be?
What are you doing
to Piglet's house?
Just following the equation
for my ultimate tunnel.
Mm, this time
I'm sure I got it right.
Oh, my goodness.
What have I done?
Are you all right, Piglet?
Oh, dear. Dirt
certainly piles up
if you're not watching it
every minute.
It's all my fault, every bit.
But, uh, Rabbit,
I don't understand.
Hmm. Hmm.
According to Grandpappy's
calculations,
the ultimate tunnel's
got to pass
right under Tigger's place.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Nothing like a morning swim
to keep my stripes fit and trim.
This is just awful.
Yi! Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Help! Or I'm gonna
be the first tigger
to drown in midair!
Then again, maybe not.
Thanks for putting
some spring in my fall,
- bunny boy.
- Don't mention it, Tigger.
That's funny. One minute
I was bouncing into my moat,
and the next minute
I landed on you.
You must have fallen
through Gopher's
ultimate tunnel.
Yeah. Now that you
mention it, I did.
Hoo hoo.
However did you guess?
Because I'm ultimately
to blame for it.
Morning, Pooh Bear.
Hello, Gopher.
I was just trying to decide
what was the most
amount of honey
for the least amount of climb.
Hmm. Sure wish I had
your kind of problems.
Grandpappy's equation
is getting to be
more than I can handle.
Oh, bother.
Pooh Bear, have you seen Gopher?
Why, yes, Rabbit.
I believe I have.
He disappeared down there,
along with my honey.
Oh, why did I ever tamper
with Gopher's equation?
It should have been my place
he tunneled through,
not everyone else's.
It was only a very small
smackerel of honey,
but it did make Gopher's
grandpappy's equation
much more, oh, less.
Yeah. And old long ears
was practacally misty-eyed
when the tunnel got switched.
Now the rest of him
is very misty, too.
Why don't we change
Gopher's equation
back to the way it was?
That's a splendiferous idea.
That'll cheer up
Gopher and Rabbit.
And the equation, too.
Rabbit?
Oh, what are you doing here?
Oh, I was just thinking.
It's my fault
your homes are ruined,
so I decided I had to
change the equation back
to make things right.
But I don't know how.
Aw. Don't feel sad,
Rabbit.
Yes.
Neither do we.
You're right, Pooh boy.
So what are we waiting for?
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Tiggernometry
is one of the things
tiggers do best.
Hoo hoo! We did it.
Uh, not quite.
Gopher's been working so hard
and getting nowhere,
and it's all my fault.
We've fixed the equation.
Now it's time to dig
Grandpappy's ultimate tunnel.
And I know just where to start.
Digging tunnels
takes much longer
than digging irritation streams.
All night, to be exact.
I don't know if we dug it right,
but we certainly dug it deep.
My tummy suggests we share
a small smackerel
to celebrate.
The tunnel sounds hungry, too.
The tunnel sounds hungry?
- Help!
- Oh, dear!
There goes the equation!
Oh, no! Where's Gopher?
Well, looks like Grandpappy's
dream is gone forever.
It's all my fault, Gopher.
I thought our homes
were more important,
and just look
at the mess I've made.
Of course your homes
are important.
That's why I tried
to include them
in the ultimate tunnel.
Guess I got carried away.
I think we all did.
If we all got carried away,
can't we all carry ourselves
back somehow?
By ding-dangy,
you're right, Pooh Bear.
Maybe we can't build
Grandpappy's ultimate tunnel,
but, uh, we sure
can clean up after it.
Now this mill is what I call
a real labor saving device.
Ah, you could have
fooled me, long ears.
Oh, no. Not again!
Well, what do you
think of it, boys?
It's wonderful, Gopher.
Oh, yes. It's
the most wonderful
I don't know what it is
exactly I've ever seen.
This baby's my dream.
I chose your home to be
the site of my super tunnel
just so's I could
make it up to you
for all the trouble
the last one caused.
That's very thoughtful
of you, Gopher.
Thank you.
Bunny boy, you're one lucky guy.
Hoo hoo!
Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Spring is perfect for
springing into swimming holes,
which everybody also knows
is what tiggers do the best.
I'd rather take a nap
in this warm sun
than a dip in that
very cold water.
Well, then keep your eyes peeled
for my specticular prawn dive
with a half twist of lemonade.
Hoo hoo hoo Whew!
That was a nice
ref-fresherizing dip.
Hoo hoo. Your turn,
Pooh Bear.
Pooh Bear?
Say, what good
is a nice spring nap
if you're going to sleep
right through it?
Why, there's got to be
gazillions of things
tiggers do best on spring days.
Just like I was saying,
spring's perfect for chasing
a stripety-typed butterfly.
Whoo. What a dizzifying
experience.
He may be stripish,
but he's not very tiggerish.
Say, who'd be
creepy crawling around
in the bushes
on a springy type day like this?
Could it be some
monstrous monstrosity
waiting to spring out
and grab you?
Raah! Whoo! Aah!
Maybe heffalumps.
Or possibibbly woozles?
Or gasp jaguluars.
Yipes!
Pigalet, little buddy,
little pal,
what's he idea of roaming
around the woods all alone?
Well, I decided
to take advantage
of this beautiful day
to add to my
very small collection
of very small rocks.
Don't you know
it's todays like today
when jagulars are out
making collections
of very small animals?
Oh, dear.
Spring is the jagular's
favorite time of year
for springing out unexpectedly
at collectibibbles.
Oh, uh, I just realized
how much spring cleaning
I have to do.
If anyone needs me,
I'll be spending spring
locked in my house
until fall.
Hmm. I'd better
warn fluff boy.
Mm. I don't know
anything ohh
that makes me hungrier
than a nap in the sun.
Tigger doesn't seem to be
here to join me for lunch.
Maybe he's here
for lunch at Piglet's.
Wake up, buddy bear.
I'm too late.
Pooh boy's been snatched
by the springing jagular.
I've got to save Pooh.
And I've got to protect
all my friends
from the dreadiful danger
that lurks and springs.
Oh, dear.
Excuse me, Piglet.
Yipes!
This seems to be an unusual way
to arrange furniture.
It makes it very difficult
to use the front door.
I had to climb
in the bedroom window.
Oh, Pooh, what
are you doing here?
Why, I'm looking
for Tigger and lunch.
But not necessarily
in that order.
Tigger is missing?
Oh, dear.
Pooh, we have to rescue Tigger.
Rescue Tigger from what, Piglet?
The springing jagular.
Tigger says they like
to collect animals
like us.
Well, then,
we must by all means
uncollect Tigger.
Oh, but, Pooh,
what if the jagular
springs into my house
while we're rescuing Tigger?
We shall just have
to have a surprise
to spring back at the jagular.
Neither rain nor snow
nor feet nor tail
can stop this tigger
from warning his buddies.
Unless the feets and tail
happen to be attached
to a sneaky old jagular. Aah!
Say, these aren't
jagular noises.
They're just your everyday kind.
Hoo hoo hoo.
But that's just the way
would want them to sound
when it's creepy
crawling upon you.
What's a tigger supposed to do
in a stitcheration like this?
Hmm. Rabbit always
seems to know something
about most things,
so maybe he'd know
something about this thing.
And he's also a long way
away from these
sneaky-pants-type noises.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Not to alarm you, Piglet,
but does that sound like
a springing jagular to you?
Oh, dear.
Hide, Pooh.
Uh-oh. Not those
noisy-type noises again.
Bounce, don't fail me now.
Piglet, we have
to be very, very quiet.
But, Pooh, how are we
going to rescue Tigger
from the jagular
if we keep hiding from it?
Don't worry, Piglet.
I'm sure the jagular
will find us eventually.
It will?
Oh, yes.
Jagulars usually do, you know.
Oh, dear. What will we
do then, Pooh?
Well, I suppose we shall
think of something, Piglet.
Won't it be springing on us
while we're thinking
of something?
Not if we spring first.
- Can we do that?
- Why, certainly.
All we have to do is practice.
Ready? 1, 2, 3,
spring!
That seemed much more
like falling
than springing, Pooh.
What the ding-dangity
do you think you're doing
dropping in all unexpected
like that?
Don't you know you could
hurt the floor or something?
I'm sorry, Gopher.
I was practicing my springing,
but I don't seem to have
the up-down yet quite.
Hmm. What are you
springing for anyways?
To save Tigger
from the terrible jagular
that's collected him.
Springing jagular, huh?
Well,
a jagular is
everybody's problem,
and I know precisely
how to handle that
springy whippersnapper.
No time for seed stuffing
now, long ears.
Tigger, what
We got a jumping jagular
that snatched a certain
Pooh Bear,
otherwise known as Pooh Bear.
Jagulars?
Oh, my goodness gracious.
But, bunny boy, why are we
going to Pigalet's?
Before I start running around
like a fool with stripes
yelling "Help! Jagular!"
I want to hear Piglet's
side of the story.
Aah!
Hey, that looks like fun.
Let me give it a try.
Come on, long ears.
It's my turn.
Just wait a minute, Tigger.
There must be
a jagular out there.
Why else would Piglet
build a jagular trap?
We'll have to return to the
scene of the pooh snatching,
set some bait, and catch
that jagular in the act.
Well, you got
the right idea, Pooh.
All you need's a little
technical assistance.
I wouldn't mind a little
smackerel assistance.
First tonight we return
to the scene of the crime:
The old swimming hole.
Tonight? When it's dark?
We'll set up Piglet
as bait to be collected.
Oh, dear.
And then Pooh and I will
grab that up-to-no-gooder.
Why, thank you, Piglet.
Can't we do it
when it's not so dark
and when I'm somewhere
else I have to be?
Nope. Dark's
the best time, Piglet.
Jagulars can't see us.
But we won't be able
to see it, either.
Eh, trivialities.
We got more important
things to think about.
What's more confusing
than one pooh bear?
Hmm. More confusing
than Pooh, huh?
Three of them.
Ha ha ha ha!
Why, that's so easy,
I didn't even know it.
We'll dress like Pooh,
which will confuse
the jagular so much,
he won't know who he's collected
and who he hasn't.
And that's when we'll catch him.
We have to
Pooh Bear-ize ourselves.
Follow me.
You're all set, Piglet.
Pooh! Take your position.
Oh, bother.
Now, Tigger, you hop
on the tree swing
and wait for the jagular.
Then, when it comes for you,
I'll jump out
and say "Aha."
He'll be so confused,
we'll catch him
and make him return
the real Pooh Bear.
Anything for the good
of Pooh Beardom.
The jagular's out-disguised us.
He looks like Pigalet.
- Pooh?
- Yes.
That "Yes" sounds
like fluff boy.
I'll save you, buddy bear.
Spring him, Pooh, now!
Oh, bother!
That sounds like the jagular.
And he's not
getting away this time.
- Tigger?
- Me?
- Whoa!
- Oh, dear.
Hoo hoo hoo!
That jagular will never
show his face
around here again.
Tigger.
Pooh boy.
You're saved.
Aw, Pooh, you don't
have to thank me.
What are friends for?
Just a ding-dang minute
here, Tigger.
Pooh rescued you.
No, not at all.
It was Tigger who rescued Pooh.
Oh, dear.
A lot more of us needed
rescuing than I thought.
And the best thing is, Piglet,
that we all got rescued
by each other.
Yeah. Hoo hoo! Those old
jagulars haven't got a chance
with us around.
But perhaps we could all
share a small smackerel
of something to celebrate
my uh, your
uh, our rescue.
Well, that even
sounds good to me.
Let's go.
Oh, bother.