The Book of Pooh: Stories from the Heart

Tigger:
[gasps] Oh no! What have we done?!

Piglet:
We, Tigger? I think you're the one who....

Tigger:
Tut-tut, Piglet! This is no time for paw-pointin'! We gotta do something about this mess!

Pooh:
I agree! We don't want Christopher Robin to get into trouble when he gets back!

Rabbit:
[pops out of book] Hello everyone!

Kessie:
Hi, Rabbie.

Rabbit:
Oh, my word! What's going on, here?

Pooh:
We were just reading some of Christopher Robin's favorite stories about us from his journal

Kermit:
That's a book in which you write stuff down

Piglet:
And look there's a picture of you Rabbit

[Christopher Robin's mother comes into his room.]

Christopher Robin's mother:
Hmm, I could've sworn I heard talking up here. [Sees that the room is a mess] Wow, this room is certainly a mess. [Goes over to Pooh, who is sitting on the open book, and strokes his head] I'll have to talk to Christopher about it when he gets home. [Chuckles]

[After his mother leaves, Christopher Robin turns to the others.]

Christopher Robin:
Alright, guys, what's been going on around here?

Pooh:
Christopher, there you are.

[Pooh and Christopher Robin put their arms around each other.]

Pooh:
We were quite worried about you.

Christopher Robin:
Oh, I had soccer practice after school today.

Tigger:
Oh, yeah.

Christopher Robin:
I do every week.

Tigger:
Oh, well, there you go. I was just lookin' for your journal to tell us where you might be.

Pooh:
Yes, because, as you know, you write everything you do down in your journal. We just thought we could look up today, and– find out how everything was going for you. How is it going, Christopher?

Christopher Robin:
Oh, Pooh. [Takes out his journal] You silly old bear. [Shows Pooh his journal] I have my journal right here. I couldn't write down what happens until it happens, could I? [Puts down his journal]

Tigger:
I never thought of that.

Piglet:
What do we do now, Christopher Robin?

Christopher Robin:
Well, I marked all my favorite stories to read to you before dinner. [Starts looking through the pages to find the bookmarks, only to find them gone] Hey! Where are they?

Pooh:
Christopher Robin, we already did that.

Christopher Robin:
Oh, really?

Pooh:
Sorry.

Tigger:
[Gasps] I just got a fantastical idea! Christopher, why don't you read to us outta your journal, hm?

Piglet:
Oh, yes, tell us the story of your day.

Christopher Robin:
What a great idea. [Picks up his journal] Come on, let's sit on the bed and read it.

[Pooh, Piglet, Tigger, Rabbit, Eeyore, Christopher Robin, and Kessie go to Christopher Robin's bed.]

Narrator:
And so ends the story of– uh– the day everyone waited for Christopher Robin to return home, and learned– uh– um–

Tigger:
[Comes back] That a journal is somethin' you write the story of your day in.

Pooh:
[Comes back] But not until after your day happens, of course.

[Pooh and Tigger return to Christopher Robin's bed.]