Gopher: If I was you, I'd think about skedaddlin' out of here.
Winnie the Pooh: Why?
Gopher: 'Cause it's "Winds-day."
Tigger: Honey! Oh, boy, honey! That's what tiggers like best.
Winnie the Pooh: I was afraid of that.
Tigger: [gulps down a few handfuls] Oh, say.
Tigger: Yyyuck! Tiggers don't like honey!
Winnie the Pooh: But you said you that you liked...
Tigger: Yeah, that icky, sticky stuff is only fit for "heffalumps" and "woozles."
Winnie the Pooh: You mean elephants and weasels.
Tigger: That's what I said, "heffalumps" and "woozles".
Tigger: Hello, I'm Tigger.
Winnie the Pooh: You said that.
Tigger: Oh. Well, did I say I was hungry?
Winnie the Pooh: I don't think so.
Tigger: Well then, I'll say it: I'm hungry.
Tigger: [looking at his reflection] Oh, hey, hey. Look, look, look.
Tigger: What a strange-looking creature. Mmm, look at those beady little eyes, and that "purrposterous" chin, and those "rickydickorous" striped py-jamas!
Winnie the Pooh: Looks like another tigger to me.
Tigger: Oh no, it's not; *I'm* the only tigger! Watch me scare the stripes off of this imposter.
Tigger: [Tigger growls at reflection; he scares himself, hides under the table]
Tigger: Is-Is-Is... Is he gone?
Winnie the Pooh: All except the tail.
[Tigger tucks his tail]
Winnie the Pooh: He's gone.
Owl: This is just a mild spring zephyr compared to the big wind of '67. Or was it, uh, '76? Oh, well, no matter. Oh, I remember the big blow well.
Piglet: I'll remember this one, too.
Owl: It was the year my Aunt Clara went to visit her cousin. Now, her cousin was not only gifted on the glockenspiel, but being a screech owl, also sang soprano in the London Opera.
Winnie the Pooh: [muffled, with a honey pot in his face] Thank you, Piglet.
Owl: You see, her constant practicing so unnerved my aunt, that she laid a seagull egg by mistake. Whoooooooo!
[his dishes crash on him as his house crashes to earth]
Winnie the Pooh: [to his reflection] Oh, hello. Am I glad to see you. It's more friendly with two. Now, you go that way, and I'll go this way.
Winnie the Pooh: [walks away from mirror, then runs back] You didn't see anything, did you? Neither did I.
Winnie the Pooh: Christopher Robin, can you make a one-hero party into a two-hero party?
Chistopher Robin: Of course we can, silly old bear.
Narrator: Now, Piglet lived in the middle of the forest in a very grand house in the middle of a beech tree. And Piglet loved it very much.
Piglet: Whew, yes. Whoops. You see, it's been in the family a long time. It belonged to my grandfather.
Piglet: [pointing to sign] Oh, that's his name up there. "Trespassers Will." That's short for "Trespassers William."
Narrator: Trespassers William?
Piglet: Yes. And Grandma, oh, she called him T.W. That's even shorter.
Piglet: I don't mind the leaves that are leaving. It's the leaves that are coming.
Winnie the Pooh: Happy "Winds-day", Piglet.
Piglet: [being blown away] Well... it isn't... very happy... f-for me.
Winnie the Pooh: Where are you going, Piglet?
Piglet: That's what I'm asking myself, where?
[he is lifted into the air by a gust of wind]
Piglet: W-Whoops! P-P-P-Pooh!
Winnie the Pooh: [grabbing Piglet's scarf] And what do you think you will answer yourself?
Winnie the Pooh: [to his reflection] Is it raining in there? It's raining out here, too.
Tigger: [singing; repeated lines] The wonderful thing about tiggers / Is tiggers are wonderful things / Their tops are made out of rubber / Their bottoms are made out of springs / They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy fun, fun, fun, fun, fun / But the most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one / I'm the only one.
Winnie the Pooh: Think... think... think...
Gopher: Say, what's wrong, sonny? Got yourself a headache?
Winnie the Pooh: No, I was just thinking.
Gopher: That so? What about?
Winnie the Pooh: I... Oh, bother! You made me forget.
Roo: Look, mama, look! A kite!
Kanga: Oh, my goodness! It's Piglet!
Winnie the Pooh: [Being dragged behind Piglet] Happy Windsday, Kanga. Happy Windsday, Roo.
Roo: Can I fly Piglet next, Pooh?
Piglet: Oh Owl, I don't mean to c-c-complain, but I'm afraid, I'm scared.
Owl: Now, now, Piglet, Chin up and all that sort of thing. A rescue's being thought of. Be brrrave, little Piglet!
Piglet: It's awfully hard to be b-b-b-b-brave when you're such a small animal.
Owl: Then to divert your small mind from your unfortunate predicament, I shall tell you an amusing anectdote.
[Piglet sees a waterfall they're about to approach as Owl clears his throat]
Owl: It concerns a distant cousin of mine who became so frightened during a flood that he...
Piglet: I beg your pardon, Owl, but I th-th-th-think we coming to a fatterfall... a flutterfall... a very big *waterfall*!
Owl: Please, no interruptions.
Owl: [after Owl's tree crashed] Well, I say now... Someone has... Pooh! Did you do that?
Winnie the Pooh: I don't think so.
Chistopher Robin: [Looks at Owl's demolished house] What a pity. Owl, I don't think we'll ever be able to fix it.
Eeyore: If you ask me, when a house looks like that, it's time to find another one.
Chistopher Robin: That's a very good idea, Eeyore.
Eeyore: Might take a day or two, but I'll find a new one.
Rabbit: [chasing after Pooh and Piglet with his wheelbarrow] Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!
[realizes that they've kicked all his carrots into his wheelbarrow]
Rabbit: Oh, yes! Next time, I'll send those two right through my rutabaga patch!
Chistopher Robin: It is a nice house, Eeyore, but...
Kanga: It is a lovely house, Eeyore, but...
Piglet: [near tears] It's the best house in the... whole world.
Winnie the Pooh: [whispering] Tell them it's your house, Piglet.
Piglet: No, Pooh. This house belongs to our very dear friend... Owl.
Rabbit: But Piglet, where will you live?
Piglet: [starts to walk away] Well, I guess I shall live... I suppose I shall live...
Winnie the Pooh: [taking Piglet's hand] With me. You shall live with me. Won't you, Piglet?
Piglet: With you? Oh, thank you, Pooh Bear. Of course I will.
Narrator: So the Hundred Acre Wood got floodier and floodier. But the water couldn't come up to Christopher Robin's house, so that's where everyone was gathered. It was a time of great excitement, but in the midst of all the excitement, Eeyore stubbornly stuck to his task of house hunting for Owl.
Eeyore: There's one. Cozy cottage. Nice location.
Eeyore: Bit damp for Owl, though.
Tigger: [Tigger pounces on Winnie The Pooh] Hello! I'm Tigger!
Winnie the Pooh: Oh... you scared me!
Tigger: Yeah, sure I did.
Tigger: Everyone's scared of tiggers! And who are you?
Winnie the Pooh: I'm Pooh.
Tigger: Oh, Pooh. Hoo-hoo-hoo, sure... er... what's a Pooh?
Winnie the Pooh: You're sitting on one.
Narrator: Now the very blustery night turned into a very rainy night. And Pooh kept his lonely vigil, hour after hour, after hour - until at last... Pooh fell fast asleep - and began to dream.
Eeyore: [as he finishes building his house out of twigs] There. That should stand against anything.
Piglet: [as he dives toward Eeyore's house] Oh-oh, help, help! Somebody sa-sa-sa-save me!
Winnie the Pooh: [as he and Piglet crash through Eeyore's house, scattering the twigs everywhere] Happy Winds Day, Eeyore!
Eeyore: Thanks for noticin' me.
Winnie the Pooh: [thumping the ground] Oh, b-b-b-b-b-b-bother!
Narrator: And so Pooh was a hero for saving Piglet, and Piglet was a hero for giving Owl his grand home in the beech tree.
Piglet: [as he sails like a kite on his scarf string; repeated line] Oh, dear. Oh, d-d-d-d-dear, dear.
Narrator: Fortunately, Pooh's thoughtful spot was in a sheltered place. Now he sat down and tried hard to think of something.
Narrator: Owl talked from page 41 to page 62, and on page 62, the blustery day turned into a blustery night. To Pooh, it was an anxious sort of night, filled with anxious sorts of noises. And one of the noises was a sound that had never been heard before.
Owl: Good! That gives me time to talk about my Uncle Clyde, a very independent barn owl who didn't give a hoot for tradition. He became enamoured of a pussycat and went to sea in a beautiful pea green boat.
Narrator: As a matter of fact, it was raining all over the Hundred Acre Wood. There was a thunderstorm on page 71.
[we hear a clap of thunder]
Narrator: And on page 73, there was a bit of a cloudburst. It rained, and it rained, and it rained...
Narrator: So Owl flew out over the flood, and he soon spotted two tiny objects below him. One was little Piglet caught in the whirlpool... and the other was Pooh trying to get the last bit of honey from the pot.
Chistopher Robin: Pooh, you rescued Piglet.
Winnie the Pooh: I did?
Chistopher Robin: Yes. And it was a very brave thing to do.
Winnie the Pooh: It was?
Chistopher Robin: [patting Pooh] You are a hero.
Winnie the Pooh: I am?
Chistopher Robin: And as soon as the flood is over, I shall give you a hero party.