What's The Score, Pooh_ _ Tigger's Houseguest _ The New Adventures Of Winnie The Pooh _@disneykids

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 Boo Bear, Winnie the Boo Bear. Looking for fun, chasing some honeybees. Boo Bear, I know he's out there. Rumbly tumbly, climbing a honey tree. But never ends for us, we're so adventurous. We 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 Boo Bear, Winnie the Boo Bear. Wherever you go, oh won't you take me please? Boo Bear, I gotta be there. It's me and it's you, my silly old Winnie the Boo. Foul ball! No shoving! Oops! There it goes! Don't let it get away! Oh dear! We're stuck! Hmm, a sneaky little guy, isn't he? Are we having a time out? Come on, you persnickety little spear! Come to papa! Hand it off! Hey, nabbit! I can't wait around all day! I got things to thingy! Places to replace! There it goes! Catch it! Pass it! I get the feeling it's time to move. Well, there's no use complaining. Not that I ever do. Oh dear! Feet together, left arm straight, head down. Well played, Piglet. A nice shot. Was that a goal, Pooh? Yeah, Pooh boy. You're the referee. You decide all the important stuff. Oh, well I think it was as close to being a goal as it could be without being close at all. Thank you, Pooh. There goes the ball! No ball's gonna get a bounce on me. Now I gotcha, you ornery little orb! Hurry, Tigger! It's getting away! Don't worry, Rabbit. I got it on the run. Why, hello, ball! We got it cornered! Oh my goodness! I think it would be safer if you left. This certainly seems like a good place for my house. But then again, it never hurts to keep looking. Why did you do that, Pooh Bear? Don't you know what it means to be the referee? Of course I do, Rabbit. It means I'm on the ball's side. I'm glad you're on its side, Pooh. No, no, no. The ball doesn't have Pooh on its side. How do you know, Bunny Boy? They look pretty friendly to me. I know because I wrote the rules. Oh, yeah? So what do the rules say, Long Ears? Oh, yes, the rules. Well, the rules say... Well... Get that ball! Eggnabbit! The trouble with all this fun and game stuff is that it takes too long. I got things to do! Where did I put that blasted first? One little swipe and the game's over. Wait, stop. Don't hit it. Where's Gopher? The rules say you can't score unless the goalie is here. What do we do now, Pooh? Perhaps a time-out for a small smackerel? Exactly, Pooh. A time-out. But not for smackereling. We must have a team meeting. But haven't we met each other already? Oh, my. Order! Order! I call this team meeting to order. There. Now we're all here. Where's Gopher? We can't start the meeting without him. Jump and cry, daddies! How's the guy supposed to get any work done with all this playing going on? But Gopher, we can't play without you. I've had enough fun and relaxation. I got a whole system of subterranean shortcuts to build. But the rules say we can't finish the game without a goalie. I have to work. Play. Work! Play! Work! Pooh, you're the referee. What do you think we should do? Yeah, you tell him, buddy bear. Yes, Pooh. Should we play or work? Yes. Yes? By dingy, that makes sense to me. Right. We'll do both. All right, Gopher, we'll help you work, and I'll help you play. My first shortcut wasn't short enough. Oh, I'm going to have to cut another shortcut around it. Well, whatever we do, let's do it so we can get back to the game. Gonna need some rocks for a retaining wall. Safety first, you know. Perhaps we could use this, Gopher. Nope, nope, not that one, no, sorry. That's my pride and joy. Best boulder I ever built. I'm paving it for something special. Then maybe one of these would do. Oh, bother. To the hills! Gangway! Retreat! I think we lost it. I think it found us. Hmm, not bad for an oversize marble. Now this is what I call a shortcut. Then that takes care of the working, and now we can get back to the game. All the modern conveniences. Impressive, yet tasteful. But not too sturdy. Heads up, Piglet. I got it, I got it. Hey, little Piglet, where's the ball? I didn't get it. Here we go again. Nothing but a waste of time. Hey, what's all the ruckus about? Hey, what did your dad blast? Ball? Ball? Ah, he got the ball. All right, you lollygaggers. Now you're gonna see some real Gopher goalieing. Oh, dear, he took the ball. The rules, the rules. It's against the rules. If we don't get that ball back, we'll never stop playing. And we'll never get back to work. And we'll run out of timeouts. After that ball. What should we do now? There's only one thing to do. We'll call a team meeting and decide what to do. The rules clearly state that the game's not over until the game is finished. And we can't finish without a ball. Gopher, it's your boulder. You tell us where it took the ball. Matter of fact, I can. Taking into account the gravity and the hypotenuse of any right triangle, I calculate it's gonna come to a stop right about there. Come in. Oh, no! My vegetables! Of course, after it passes through your garden. So when will it get to there? Oh, in, uh, 35 seconds. Then why don't we make there the goal? Nice house in a quiet neighborhood. What more could a donkey want? Huh? Yikes. Well, Pooh? Why, it's a goal. Then according to the rules, the game is over. Leave it to old Donkey Boy here to show up in the right place at the right time. It's a talent we donkeys don't like to brag about. Why, Eeyore, a stick has fallen from your home. Oh, bother. Oh, dear. Eeyore, I'm very sorry. Aren't I? No need to be, Pooh. It's all the house I ever needed. Say, Long-Eared, what was the score? That's a very good question, Tigger. What was the score, Pooh? Score? Oh, but a rabbit. Pooh can't count. Then according to the rules, we have to play tomorrow to figure out today's score. What'll we use for a ball? Ah, don't worry. We'll find something. Hiya, buddy bear. How about some fun and frolics and stuff? I can't now, Tigger. I'm cleaning my empty honey pots before I fill them again so I can empty them again. I'll bet Piglet can play. He's always got time for a friend. Oh, bother. I must have pumped the pump too hard. Perhaps it's gone off to take a nap. Let me see. A carrot caddy for Rabbit. A honey pot warmer for Pooh Bear. Hiya, little Piglet. What say you and me go hunting heffa-lumps or something? I can't now, Tigger. I'm making up my Christmas list. But it's only half past springtime. Well, I have so many friends that it's a very long list. Maybe a long-ears will want to have some fun. I hope I get this done before it gets too dark to see. Oh, my. That's much better. I think. I certainly do not want to play, Tigger. As you can see, I'm very busy with my gardening. Guess nobody wants to do any playing with me today. Oh, my. Oh, my, oh, my. Everybody's too... busy for me. If I bounced up and never came down, nobody'd even notice the extra space. Say, even my door's being... unfriendly. If I don't get this thing unstuck, I'll be stuck out there forever. I'm gonna get in there. If it's the last thing I... Say, do I hear teensy little insecty footsteps of the bug variety? Looks like I got a house guest. Why, it must be a blue-faced, yellow-bellied housefly. Hiya, little fella. My name's Tigger. What's yours? The shy type, no doubt. That's okay. You and me are gonna be best friends. We'll go places and do things, like going for walks, playing marbles, singing songs in four-part harmony. Just the two of us. We'll have a ton of fun. And when we're done, we'll have some more. Look, having fun with friends is what Tiggers do the best. There's something very strange going on here. Say, everybody, I want to introduce you to my new friend. Not now, Tigger. We have a crisis to resolve. Do you see Tigger's new friend? Well, no, not exactly. Do you? Not very well, I'm afraid. We must find out what's happening to all the wood in the wood. Let's you and me go have some friend-type fun. T-T-F-N. Tigger seems to have a new friend. Only Tigger can see. Why would Tigger need a new friend when he has us? Well, if the friend he likes best isn't, then the friends who like him best must be friendlier. Why, Pooh, I believe that's a very friendly idea. Poor little guy. Out there all alone in that big cruel world. And nobody watching where they're stepping. Hope he's... okay. You're home! I'm never letting you out of my sight again. Because you're the best pal a Tigger ever had. Hello, old friend Tigger. I've brought you a small gift. And I brought you these, Tigger. It's a sort of thing friends do for their friends. Glad you dropped by. Now you can meet my new friend. How do you do? I'm Pooh, and this is my friend, Biglet. It's very nice to meet you. Say, who you guys talking to? My friend's not there. He's over... Gasp! He's gone again! I gotta find him! Poor Tigger has imagined that his imaginary friend has run away. Yes, it seems this is worse than we'd imagined. Oh, poor Tigger. What shall we do? What is it that's chewing everything into sawdust? Chewing? Are we going to have breakfast? We have to do something. Yes, something sweet. I believe we must convince Tigger his friend isn't real. Is Tigger's unfriend coming to breakfast? Pooh Bear, I'm talking about the strange goings-on in the forest. Something very unusual is happening, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it. Ah-ha! The mystery is solved. After a great deal of research on my part, I... Hey, everybody! I found my little... Not now, Tigger. As I was saying, I have discovered what's responsible for our problem, and it is... a termite! Hmm. Bears a remarkable resemblance to a blue-faced, yellow-bellied housefly. We must find this terrible termite before it eats us out of house and home. And, honey, me and my little friend will find that villainous villain for you. I bet he's already hot on the trail. Wait for me, little guy! Let's find that termite. And invite him to breakfast. Here, Mr. Termite. I know you're here somewhere. Aren't you? I was right. Perhaps the termite has come back here for dessert. My house is getting taller while I'm getting even smaller. Have you seen the termite, Biglet? Why, yes, Pooh. I believe I have. There he goes. He's headed straight for Tigger's house. Hiya, fellas. Did you find that dastardly termite? There it is. Say, what are you doing chasing my friend? Thought you were after some terrible termite. But that is the termite. That's ridiculous. This is a blue-faced, yellow-bellied housefly. My friend. Why, do you realize what this means? Yes. It means Tigger's friend is a bit more real than we imagined. That thing is a menace to the Hundred Acre Wood. It has to go. No way, no how. He's my friend, and I'm not sending him packing. Don't worry, little guy. I'll protect you. But, Tigger, that creature must go, and now. He's eaten the fence around my garden, Tigger's chair, Pooh's table. Yeah, but... No buts, Tigger. That termite must go. Okay. If that's the way it's gotta be. Good. I'm glad you're finally listening to reason. I'll have to move away with him. I can't let the poor little guy go alone. I mean, Tigger, you don't have to leave too, do you? This is how it must be. I'll go away forever, and maybe even longer. Just me and you. He's gone. Why, he must have heard the terrible things you were saying, and got his itty-bitty bug feelings hurt. Hurt feelings indeed. I'll bet the little monster's out there eating what's left of our homes. We have to stop that thing. He must be around here somewhere. I knew it. It's him. Hi. What's he doing? I believe he's fixing what he unfixed, Robert. Thanks, little fella. He caught my good side, kid. Hey! Where are you going? Come back! So long, little bug buddy. We just want you to know that we're still your friends. And that you're welcome to breakfast anytime it's time for breakfast. What time is it? I know that. And, Tigger, I am sorry about your little friend. Don't worry about it. Well, you're just in time to see. I had so much fun with one bug, I figured it'd be ten times as much fun with ten of them. So meet my new friends. Why, Tigger, aren't those... These? Yeah. I'm gonna start a circus. Okay, fellas, show them how you can jump through the hoop. Say, where'd they all go? I heard of close friends. But this is too close.