The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh1977

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

Pooh:
Think, think, think.

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

Pooh:
Winnie the Pooh?

Narrator:
No. Christopher Robin.

Pooh:
Oh.

Narrator:
Christopher Robin lived in another part of the forest, where he could be near his friends and help them with their problems. On this summer day, gloomy old Eeyore, being stuffed with sawdust, had lost his tail again.

Christopher Robin:
Eeyore, this won't hurt.

Eeyore:
Never does.

[Christopher Robin hammers Eeyore's tail back on him]

Christopher Robin:
[accidently hurts his hand] Ooh, heh, heh. There now. Did I get your tail back on properly, Eeyore?

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

Owl:
It is my considered opinion that Eeyore's tail should be placed a trifle to the... right.

Kanga:
Now, if you would ask me, I think it just a wee bit...

Roo:
South!

Kanga:
No, no. North, dear.

Christopher Robin:
Cheer up, Eeyore. Don't be so gloomy. Try swishing it.

[Eeyore successfully swishes his tail]

Owl:
It worked, it worked!

Roo:
Oh Goody! Hooray!

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

Pooh:
[enters] Good morning, Christopher Robin!

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

Kanga:
Good morning, Pooh!

Owl:
Good morning, Pooh!

Roo:
Good morning, Pooh Bear!

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

Christopher Robin:
What are you looking for, Pooh Bear?

Pooh:
I just said to myself coming along thinking and wondering if you had such a thing as a umm, such a thing, Christopher... as a balloon about you?

Christopher Robin:
What do you want a balloon for?

Pooh:
Psst... Honey.

Christopher Robin:
But you don't get honey with a balloon.

Pooh:
I do.

Christopher Robin:
How?

Pooh:
I just fly like a bee, up to the honey tree, see!

Christopher Robin:
But, just a minute. You can't fool the bees that way.

Pooh:
You'll see. Now, would you be so kind as to pull me to a muddy place of which I know of?

Narrator:
So Christopher Robin pulled Winnie the Pooh to the very muddy place. And Pooh rolled and rolled until he was black all over.

Pooh:
[covering himself with black mud] There, now. [chuckles] Isn't it a clever disguise?

Christopher Robin:
What are you supposed to be?

Pooh:
[looks at himself] I'm a little black rain cloud, of course.

Christopher Robin:
[chuckles] Silly old bear.

Pooh:
Now, would you aim me as the bees, please?