The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

Pooh:
[after the seam on his bottom splits] Oh, stuff and fluff.

Tigger:
Honey! Oh, boy, honey! That's what tiggers like best.

Pooh:
I was afraid of that.

Tigger:
[gulps down a few handfuls] Oh, say.

[chuckles, then smacks]

Tigger:
YUCK! Tiggers don't like honey!

Pooh:
But you said you that you liked....

Tigger:
Yeah, that icky, sticky stuff is only fit for heffalumps and woozles.

Pooh:
You mean elephants and weasels.

Tigger:
That's what I said, heffalumps and woozles.

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

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.

Pooh:
Think, think, think.

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

Pooh:
Winnie the Pooh?

Narrator:
No. Christopher Robin.

Pooh:
Oh.

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

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

Pooh:
Good morning, Christopher Robin.

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

Eeyore, Owl, Kanga, and Roo:
Good morning, Pooh bear.

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

Pooh:
[after rolling in the mud] There, now. [giggles, then hops out of the mud puddle]

Pooh:
Isn't it a clever disguise?

Christopher Robin:
What are you supposed to be?

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

Christopher Robin:
[giggles] Silly old bear.

Pooh:
[in a sticky voice] I must be going now. Goodbye, Rabbit.

Rabbit:
Well, goodbye, if you're sure you won't have any more.

Pooh:
[turns to leave then stops] Is there any more?

Rabbit:
No, there isn't.

Pooh:
I thought not. [tries to climb out the front door but it stuck]

Pooh:
Oh, oh, help and bother! I'm stuck.

Rabbit:
Oh, dear. Oh, gracious. Oh. [tries to push Pooh out] Well, it all comes from eating too much.

Pooh:
[strains] It all comes from not having front doors big enough!

Owl:
Blast it all!

Gopher:
Good idea! We'll dynamite! Save time.

Owl:
Eh, what's the charge?

Gopher:
The charge? Oh, about seven sticks of dynamite.

Owl:
Oh, no, no, no, no! The cost! The charge in money.

Gopher:
Nope, no charge account. I work strictly cash.

Owl:
Obviously, but, I should think...

Gopher:
Well, I can't stand around lollygagging all day. I got a tight schedule. [falls down a hole, screaming] If you think it over, let me know. You got my card. I'm not in the book, you know.

Owl:
Oh. Dash it all, he's gone.

Pooh:
After all, he's not in the book, you know.

Owl:
Oh.

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

Roo:
Flowers.

Pooh:
Honeysuckle! [tries to eat flowers]

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

Pooh:
Oh.

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

Pooh:
Could you spare a sssmall sssmackerel?

Gopher:
Say, you ought to do sssomething abou that ssspeech impediment, sssonny. [offers Pooh his jar of honey]

Pooh:
Oh, thank you, Gopher.

O'Malley:
Honey? Oh, boy, honey? That's what O'Malley cats like best.

Roquefort:
I was afraid of that.

O'Malley:
[licking down a few handfuls] Oh, say.

[chuckles, then smacks]

O'Malley:
Bah! O'Malley cats don't like honey?

Roquefort:
But you said that you liked....

O'Malley:
Yeah, that sicked to you stomach is only fit for Heffalumps and Woozles.

Roquefort:
You mean Elephants and Woozles?

O'Malley:
That's what I said, Heffalumps and Woozles.

Roquefort:
Good morning, Mowgli.

Mowgli:
Oh, good morning, Roquefort.

Duchess:
Good morning, Roquefort.

Toulouse:
Good morning, Roquefort.

Duchess:
Roquefort, Toulouse has a little surprise for you.

Toulouse:
Flowers.

Roquefort:
Honeysuckle? [tries to eat flowers]

Duchess:
No, Roquefort, you don't eat flowers. You smell them.

Roquefort:
Oh.