Pooh Skies | The New Adventures Of Winnie The Pooh S3 E5

Gotta get up, I gotta get going, I'm gonna see a friend of mine. He's round and he's fuzzy, I love him because he's just Pooh Bear, Winnie the Pooh Bear. Looking for fun, chasing some honeybees. Pooh Bear, I know he's out there. Rumbly tumbly, climbing a honey tree. But never ends for us, we're so adventurous. Feast every now and again. And when we're alone and there's nobody home, It's nice to be able to count on a friend like Pooh Bear, Winnie the Pooh Bear. Wherever you go, oh won't you take me please. Pooh Bear, I gotta be there. It's me and it's you, my silly old Winnie the Pooh. See, there's a whale. And that one looks like a... It is, if I'm not mistaken, a honeypot. Silly old bear, you think all the clouds look like honeypots. Not that one. It looks like a bee. Christopher Robin, where exactly do all these clouds come from? Well, they come from a cloud machine of course. Oh yes, I should have known. The cloud machine can make anything. See, there's a pirate ship. And that one looks like a dragon, doesn't it Pooh? The one carrying the honeypot? It seems all this cloud watching has made me rather hungry. Perhaps we should stop for a small smackerel of something sweet. Oh, bother. This, I think, is not honey. Indeed, it's nothing in the least bit like honey. But as for what it is, I don't know. Hiya, buddy bear. Hello, Tigger. Seen any good muddy puddles lately? The kind that need bouncing in? I'm afraid I've only seen... this. Say, where'd you get that nice-looking handful of blueness? It came from up there, somewhere, I should imagine. Though, I was hoping for honey instead. Gasp! You knocked that down from up there? Do you know what you've done, buddy bear? For one thing, I haven't gotten any honey. You broke the sky with your stick! I did? Do you know what this means? Why, no, Tigger, I don't. Do you? You remember that crazy old story about the cat who played out a tune? He fiddled so bad, a moo-cow got mad. Moo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! And ca-knocked him clear to the moon. Oh, my! The whole sky was bare when the kitty got there. And he fell to what looked like his doom. Meanwhile, down on the ground, all cuddly and round, Humphrey Dumfrey sat on his wall. Then he heard a strange noise. Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! And he gazed up on high. And that kitty came falling right out of the sky. He sent Humphrey flying like a chubby old bird. But where the guy landed, I won't say a word. You won't? Oh, you talked me into it. It was Jack Horner's pie, which was big as the sky. And when Humphrey hit it, I don't want to quibble. The splash was so big, it was horrible. What are we standing here for? We got to warn everybody. Pooh, you broke the sky? Oh, Pooh, how could you? Well, I was using this stick to gather honey. When... When that happened. Only a bear of very little brain could break an entire sky. I'm sure Pooh didn't mean to break it. Don't want to rain on anybody's parade. But it seems to me with one piece gone, the rest of the sky could fall too. Aye, aye, Eeyore's right. Oh, dear. The whole sky is going to fall down on our heads. The most important thing is to remain calm. Not surprised the sky's coming down. Only surprised it didn't happen yesterday. There. Quality construction. Meets all the modern standards. Should hold up against fallen skies. Coarse butterflies are another matter altogether. I got to be ready for that fallen sky. Because no sky means no rain. And no rain means no muddy puddles to splash in. That ought to hold me till Tuesday. Oh, dear. No sky means no sun. And no sun means no light. And very small animals who are afraid of the dark simply must be prepared. Oh, dear. If there is no sky, there will be nothing for the bees to fly in. And that means no honey for me. So I must gather as much as possible. Oh, still not nearly enough. If the sky is going to fall, it's going to fall all over my vegetables. I must protect them. With pieces of sky dropping everywhere, nothing's going to be... safe. I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner. It's simply too dangerous up here. At least the falling sky can't hurt us now. Oh, dear. Down here we'll be perfectly, absolutely 100% safe. More or less. Yes, sir. I've earned myself some shut-eye after all that tunneling. Morning, Tigger. Tigger? Piglet? Pooh? Eeyore? Rabbit? Hey, what's going on here? We're moving in with you. But, but... Couldn't very well stay where we were. Not with the sky falling down on a noggin. Sky! Fallen? So, we thought we'd come live with you. Forever. I can't have house guests forever. No way, no how can I have these squatters here for the whole rest of time. There is only one thing to do. If the sky's busted, I'll have to fix it. It can't be done, Gopher. It's impossible. Impossible? Why? I don't even know the meaning of the word. Neither do I. If a thing's broken, I'm just the Gopher to unbreak it. Screwdriver. Ratchet. Yes, sir. Just about done. Not much more. Almost there now. Yep, yep. Can hit at all the angles. Patching. Sewing. New paint job. Figured there's only one good way to fix it. Going up and rebuilding it. No, that's past work for me. No, sir. Gopher, it will never work. Come along. We must finish moving into the tunnel. Aren't you coming, Pooh? I believe, Piglet. Since the broken sky is my fault, I should help Gopher. Well, the sun's gone out. First thing to happen when a sky falls. Quickly, back to the tunnel. Come on, little Piglet. Before some sky drops down on your very small head. Yep, time's running out. Let's get cracking, Pooh Bear. Oh, my. On top of all the trouble I've caused for everyone down there, I'm sure I've also made things very difficult for Christopher Robin's friends up here. Can't fix a thing till we find out where it's broke. Gotta be around here somewhere. I don't see any sign of... Gopher? Oh, bother. And another bother. Yikes! What was that? Could have been the sky falling. Not that I've ever heard one fall before. Hmm, looks like it's still up there where it ought to be. So I was wrong. Big surprise. Look! Oh, it's Pooh's honeypot. But where are Pooh and Gopher? Hate to even bring up the possibility, but they might be up there. That Pooh Bear always did have his head in the clouds. Oh, dear. Never fear, Piglet. We'll get them down, or my name isn't T-I-double-guh-er-tigger. Which, by the way, it is. Oh, my. Gopher! Well, since he isn't here, he must be somewhere else. So I shall look there. Oh, bother. No, he's not here either. Good news, Pooh Boy. While you were sitting around, I found the trouble. When you busted the sky, it sprung a leak. Why, this must be the cloud machine Christopher Robin told me about. And there is where your cloud soup's coming from. We're going to have to tighten that handle so the leak will stop. Yes, that's exactly what we must do. Can we do that? First thing we're going to need is a larger-than-usual wrench. Tigger, watch your foot. Can you reach it, Eeyore? Need to be a little higher. Say, a mile or three. I don't think this is going to... ...work. This ought to do it. Heave-ho! Heave... We got that thing. Doc, the whole place is going to be neck-deep in clouds. Go for it! I got ya! Almost had it. This time, give it all you got. This won't do. We're just going to have to think of something else. You're right, Bunny Boy. And I'm just a tigger to think of it. Christopher Robin's pirate ship is sinking. And it's all my fault. We gotta get back to the bucket pipe so we can stop that leak. I came. I fought. I fought. I hammered. This will get us up there. But how do we get it up there? Why, we'll simply... We'll just... Well, this was your idea. Things are getting no way down. Looks like the whole shebang's gonna go. Gopher, does it seem to be getting just the least bit stormy? Yep, sure kind. It's fixing to fall. Better get an idea quick, Pooh Boy. Dagnabbit! Why didn't I think of it before? If you got too much of a thing, you drain it off. That's the solution to any plumbing problem. I think we better get Pooh and Gopher down very, very soon. Heave...ho! Oh, dear. My nose itches. I'll get it for you, little piglet. Heave...ho! How's that, Donkey Boy? Said you better not let go. Heave...ho! Well, back to the ironing board. Work fast. Not much time left. Now to get the clouds into the drain. Heave...timber! My dingy! It's working! Now to get back to that leak. Oh, my! The sky's fallen! Oh, dear! One...two...three! Gopher, look. Christopher Robin's cloud friends are safe. Wish I could say the same for us. Fixin' that leak put us in a fix. Oh, bother. Head for high ground, if you can find any. Don't go anywhere, Pooh Boy! Yes, I wasn't. We seem to have run out of places to run. Don't have much choice in the matter. Is it falling? Oh, my! It is! It's falling! Hey, those pieces of fallen sky look awful familiar. One of them bears a remarkable resemblance to a bear I know. Other one looks kinda like Gopher. It...it is Pooh and Gopher! Quickly, the net! Over this-a-way! No, over here! Here? Pooh! Gopher! You're all right! Why, look! It's the sun! Pooh Boy! We did it! We fixed the sky! You got it lookin' good as new. Can't even tell it was busted. Oh, yes. It looks very beautiful indeed. I believe an occasion as wonderful as this calls for... ...a celebration. In honor of Pooh and Gopher who fixed the broken sky. Hip-hip-hip! Hooray! Thanks to their heroic efforts, my vegetables will be safe. And it won't be dark forever. And I won't need a new house till it falls down again. And there'll be muddy puddles to spare. And the bees can still make honey. And everybody can move out of my puddles! Because the sky at long last is fixed. Hooray! And we have nothing more to worry about ever... again. Why, Bunny Boy, do you realize what you've done? Oh, my! And then the sky was fixed. Here, you see, are a few of the pieces which broke. But, Pooh, this isn't the sky. These are just eggshells. The sky isn't gonna fall. Yes, not since we fixed it. Silly old bear.