Winnie the Pooh

[whistling]

[Winnie the Pooh theme song]

[male narrator] This could be

the room of any small boy.

But, in fact, it's not.

It is the room of one young boy

in particular named Christopher Robin.

Now, Christopher Robin

has a very active imagination,

not to mention the uncanny ability

to collect things.

Big things. Small things. Sticky things.

But his favourite things

are his stuffed animals.

Ah! There they are now.

A charming and eccentric

cast of characters.

And his best friend among them

is a bear named Winnie the Pooh.

Or Pooh for short.

Together they had many

unusual adventures,

that all happened right here

in the Hundred Acre Wood.

Deep in the Hundred Acre Wood

Where Christopher Robin plays

You'll find the enchanted

neighbourhood

Of Christopher's childhood days

A donkey named Eeyore is his friend

And Kanga and little Roo

and Tigger, too

There's Rabbit and Piglet

and there's Owl

But most of all Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Tubby little cubby

all stuffed with fluff

He's Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Willy-nilly silly old bear

Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Tubby little cubby

all stuffed with fluff

He's Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Willy-nilly silly old bear

[narrator] Chapter one,

in which Winnie the Pooh

has a very important thing to do.

As the sun rose over

the Hundred Acre Wood,

Pooh leapt out of bed and greeted

the day with much enthusiasm.

[snoring] Ooh...

- Honey.

- [narrator] Uh, Pooh?

[stammers] More honey, please.

[humming]

I say, Pooh?

- [continues snoring]

- [clears throat] Pooh?

Oh, do wake up.

- Pooh!

- [Pooh] Oh!

Oh, bother. I was having

the most wonderful dream.

Yes, but it's time to wake up.

You have a very important thing

to do today.

- Like what?

- [chuckles] Well, if I told you that,

I'd ruin the rest of the story,

wouldn't I?

- [tummy rumbles]

- [giggles]

Of course.

What could be more important

than a little something to eat?

Or perhaps a little larger something.

Oh, not to worry, tummy.

I always know what to do.

A Pooh Bear takes care of his tummy

He fills it with things that are sweet

A Pooh Bear takes care of his tummy

- By never forgetting to eat

- [tummy rumbles in tune]

When it is growly and glummy

a search for the honey is on

The Pooh has a knack

for finding a snack

Unless all the honey is...

Gone?

[tummy rumbling in tune]

A Pooh Bear takes care of his tummy

No need for the tummy to fret

A Pooh Bear takes care of his tummy

He knows what his tummy must get

Don't worry, my round little chummy

I'm hearing your ravenous plea

When there is no honey

the Pooh takes the tummy

Wherever the honey will be

My friends are out there

with honey to spare

And they will take care

of my tummy and me

- Bother.

- [Eeyore groans]

[gasps] I know that sigh.

Good morning, Eeyore.

Lovely day, isn't it?

Wish I could say yes, but I can't.

Oh my, Eeyore.

You wouldn't happen to have any honey

lying about, would you?

- You see, I seem to have run out.

- [tummy continues to rumble]

Oh, yes. Good idea, tummy.

Perhaps I should look in back.

Bother. No honey in here, either.

What?

Eeyore, what has happened to your tail?

- What has happened to it?

- Well...

...it isn't there.

That accounts for a good deal.

That explains everything.

No wonder.

[sighs]

Oh! There it is.

I'd recognize it anywhere.

The very tree where I was hatched.

I remember the day

Mother made these marks,

her giant meaty claw carving furrows

in the crumbly bark.

Chapter one, the birth of a genius.

Pardon me, Owl. What are you doing?

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