The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh Page #3

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There's only one thing to do.

L'll get Christopher Robin.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Oh, my. Heavens to Betsy.

- Well, if it isn't Pooh bear.

- Oh, hello, Owl.

Splendid day to be up and about

one's business, quite, eh?

Oh.

I say, are you stuck?

No, no, just resting...

and thinking

and humming to myself.

You, sir, are stuck...

a wedged bear,

in a great tightness.

In a word, irremovable.

Now obviously, this situation

calls for an expert.

Somebody call

for an excavation expert?

I'm not in the book,

but I'm at your service.

Gopher's the name.

Here's my card.

- What's your problem?

- Yes, yes, yes, yes.

It seems the entrance

to Rabbit's domicile is impassable.

Uh, to be exact, plugged.

And you want me to dig it out?

Precisely.

Uh, I say, it's over here,

my good fellow.

Oh, the first thing to be done

is get rid of that bear.

He's gummin' up the whole project.

Dash it all, he is the project!

Um, hard digging.

Might hit bedrock.

Danger of cave-in. Risky.

Need planks for bracing.

Big job. Take two, three days.

Three days?

What about lunches?

No problem, I always go home for lunch.

Oh, oh! This will run into money.

I, uh... I say, how much?

Do the job for hourly rate

plus cover materials, plus overtime...

plus ten percent.

- And your estimate?

- Nope, can't give an estimate.

- Too risky.

- Blast it all.

- Good idea! We'll dynamite. Save time.

- Eh, what's the charge?

The charge? Oh, about

seven sticks of dynamite.

Oh, no, no, no, the cost!

The charge in money?

Nope, no charge account.

I work strictly cash.

Obviously, but, I should think...

Well, I can't stand around lollygagging

all day. I got a tight schedule.

If you think it over,

let me know. You got my card.

I'm not in the book, you know.

Oh. Dash it all, he's gone.

After all,

he's not in the book, you know.

- Oh.

- Here we come. Don't worry.

Cheer up, Pooh bear.

We're coming.

- We'll get you out.

- Well, maybe.

Silly old bear.

Here, give me your paw.

Ow. It's no use. I'm stuck.

Well, if we can't pull you out, Pooh,

perhaps we can push you back.

Oh, no! Not that!

Oh, my gracious!

Oh, dear!

Having got this far,

it seems a pity to waste it.

Pooh bear, there's only

one thing we can do:

- Wait for you to get thin again.

- Oh, bother. How long will that take?

Days. Weeks. Months.

Who knows?

Oh, dear.

If I have to face that...

that thing for months...

well, I might as well

make the best of it.

Oh, no!

There it is again!

Well, l'll just turn it to the wall.

Oh, dear!

Yes, a frame. Uh-huh.

Oh. No, no, no. No.

Very nice.

And a splash of color.

Oh, it just doesn't have

that rustic, informal look.

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