Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh:
Oh, stuff and fluff.

Eeyore:
It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.

Winnie the Pooh:
The only reason for being a bee is to make honey. And the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it.

Narrator:
Winnie the Pooh crawled out of the gorse bush, brushed the prickles from his nose and began to think again.

Winnie the Pooh:
Think, think, think.

Narrator:
And the first person he thought of was...

Winnie the Pooh:
Winnie the Pooh?

Narrator:
No. Christopher Robin.

Winnie the Pooh:
Oh.

Christopher Robin:
There now. Did I get your tail back on properly, Eeyore?

Eeyore:
No matter. Most likely lose it again anyway.

Winnie the Pooh:
Good morning, Christopher Robin.

Christopher Robin:
Oh, good morning, Winnie the Pooh.

Owl:

Roo:
Good morning, Pooh bear.

Eeyore:
If it is a good morning, which I doubt.

Kanga:
Pooh, Roo has a little surprise for you.

Roo:
Flowers.

Winnie the Pooh:
Honeysuckle!

Kanga:
No, Pooh, you don't eat them. You smell them.

Winnie the Pooh:
Oh.

Rabbit:
Why did I ever invite that bear to lunch? Why, oh, why, oh, why?

Winnie the Pooh:
Could you ssspare a sssmall sssmackerel?

Gopher:
Say, you ought to do sssomething abou that ssspeech impediment, sssonny.

Gopher:
That supercilious scoundrel confiscated my honey.

Gopher:
I'm not in the book, you know.

Gopher:
If I was you, I'd think about skedaddlin' out of here.

Winnie the Pooh:
Why?

Gopher:
'Cause it's "Winds-day."

Piglet:
I don't mind the leaves that are leaving. It's the leaves that are coming.

Owl:
This is just a mild spring zephyr compared to the big wind of '67. Or was it, uh, '76? Oh, well, no matter. Oh, I remember the big blow well.

Piglet:
I'll remember this one, too.

Owl:
It was the year my Aunt Clara went to visit her cousin. Now, her cousin was not only gifted on the glockenspiel, but being a screech owl, also sang soprano in the London Opera. You see, her constant practicing so unnerved my aunt that she laid a seagull egg by mistake.

Winnie the Pooh:
Hello, out there! Oh, I hope nobody answers.

Tigger:
Hello, I'm Tigger.

Winnie the Pooh:
You said that.

Tigger:
Oh? Well, did I say I was hungry?

Winnie the Pooh:
I don't think so.

Tigger:
Well, then I'll say it. I'm hungry.

Winnie the Pooh:
Christopher Robin, can you make a one-hero party into a two-hero party?

Christopher Robin:
Of course we can, silly old bear.

Tigger:
I "recoggonize" you. You're the one that's stuffed with fluff.

Winnie the Pooh:
Yeah. And you're sitting on it.

Tigger:
Yeah. And it's comfy, too!

Tigger:
T-T-F-N. Ta-ta for now.

Winnie the Pooh:
Pooh, for a bear of very little brain, you sure are a smart one.

Winnie the Pooh:
Look, look, Piglet. There's something in that tree over there.

Piglet:
Is it one of the f-f-fiercer animals?

Tigger:
Halloo!

Winnie the Pooh:
Yes. It's a "jagular."

Piglet:
W-What do "jagulars" d-do, Pooh?

Winnie the Pooh:
Well, "jagulars" always call, "Halloo!" And when you look up, they drop on you.

Piglet:
I'm looking *down*, P-P-Pooh.

Christopher Robin:
You're next, Tigger. Jump!

Tigger:
Jump? Tiggers don't jump. They bounce.

Winnie the Pooh:
Then bounce down.

Tigger:
Don't be "ridiccorous". Tiggers only bounce up!

Christopher Robin:
You can climb down, Tigger.

Tigger:
Ah, but tiggers can't climb down, uh... because, uh... their tails get in the way!

Rabbit:
Hooray! That settles it. If he won't jump, and he can't climb down, then we'll just have to leave him up there forever!

Tigger:
Say, who are you?

Narrator:
I'm the narrator.

Tigger:
Oh, well, please, for goodness' sakes, narrate me down from here.

Tigger:
Come on, Rabbit. Let's you and me bounce.

Rabbit:
Good heavens! Me bounce?

Tigger:
Why, certainly! Look, you've got the feet for it.

Rabbit:
I have?

Tigger:
Sure. Come on, try it. It makes ya feel just grrreat!

Narrator:
Winnie the Pooh lived in this enchanted forest under the name of Sanders, which means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and he lived under it.

Eeyore:
W-O-L, that spells owl.

Owl:
Bless my soul, so it does.

Winnie the Pooh:
Is anybody at home?

Winnie the Pooh:
What I said was, "Is anybody at home?"

Rabbit:
No.

Winnie the Pooh:
Bother. Isn't there anybody here at all?

Rabbit:
Nobody.

Winnie the Pooh:
Must be somebody there because somebody must have said "Nobody."

Narrator:
Wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in their enchanted place on top of the forest, a little bear will always be waiting.

Narrator:
This could be the room of any small boy, but it just happens to belong to a boy named Christopher Robin. Like most small boys, Christopher Robin has toy animals to play with, and they all live together in a wonderful world of make-believe. But his best friend is a bear called Winnie the Pooh, or Pooh, for short. Now, Pooh had some very unusual adventures, and they all happened right here in the Hundred-Acre Wood.