Piglet: Pooh, for a bear of very little brain, you sure are a smart one.
Tigger: Come on, Rabbit. Let's you and me bounce, huh?
Rabbit: Good heavens! M-m-m-me bounce?
Tigger: Why, certainly! And look, you've got the feet for it.
Rabbit: I have?
Tigger: Sure! Come on, try it! It makes ya feel just grrreat!
Narrator: [chuckles] Well, Tigger, your bouncing really got you into trouble this time.
Tigger: [puzzled] Say, who're you?
Narrator: I'm the narrator.
Tigger: [pleads desperately] Oh well, please, for goodness sakes, narrate me down from here!
Narrator: Very well. Hold on tight.
[turns the book sideways as Tigger whimpers in fright]
Christopher Robin: You can let go now, Tigger.
Tigger: [stammers in panic, then covers his eyes] N-n-n-n-n-n-n-never!
Narrator: But Tigger, look for yourself. You're perfectly safe.
[Tigger peeks down at the text, then gingerly lets go of the tree, and sits on the text as the narrator chuckles]
Narrator: What did I tell you, Tigger?
Narrator: Come on.
[turns the book again, this time slanted]
Narrator: There we go!
[Tigger whimpers as he slides down the text, then lands in the snow]
Piglet: Pooh! Haven't you been listening to what Rabbit's been saying?
Winnie the Pooh: I listened, but then I had a small piece of fluff in my ear. Could you say it again, please, Rabbit?
Rabbit: Well, where should I start from?
Winnie the Pooh: Well, from the moment the fluff got in my ear.
Rabbit: Well, when was that?
Winnie the Pooh: I don't know. I couldn't hear properly.
Christopher Robin: You're next, Tigger. Jump!
Tigger: Er, jump? Tiggers don't jump, they bounce.
Winnie the Pooh: Then bounce down.
Tigger: Don't be "ridick-orous". Tiggers only bounce up!
Christopher Robin: You can climb down, Tigger.
Tigger: Ah, but tiggers can't climb down, uh, uh, because, uh, oh... oh their tails get in the way!
Rabbit: Hooray! That settles it. If he won't jump, and he can't climb down, then we'll just have to leave him up there forever!
Winnie the Pooh: Look, l-look, Piglet. There's something in that tree over there.
Piglet: Is it one of the f-f-fiercer animals?
Winnie the Pooh: [lifting Piglet] Yes. It's a "jagular."
Piglet: W-What do "jagulars" d-do, Pooh?
Winnie the Pooh: [as he drops Piglet] Well, "jagulars" always call, "Halloo!" And when you look up, they drop on you.
Piglet: I'm looking *down*, P-P-Pooh.
Tigger: I "recoggonize" you. You're the one that's stuffed with fluff.
Winnie the Pooh: Yeah. And you're sitting on it.
Tigger: Yeah. And it's comfy, too!
Tigger: Well, I gotta go now. I've got a lotta bouncin' to do! Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! T-T-F-N: ta-ta for now!
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 / IIIII'm the only one!
Roo: Don't swing on a string / It's much too frail / The best kind of swing / Is a tigger's tail. Whee!
Rabbit: Tigger! B-b-but you're supposed to be lost.
Tigger: [patting Rabbit's cheeks] Aw, tiggers never get lost, Bunny Boy.
Rabbit: [dazed] Never... get... lost?
Tigger: Of course not!
Rabbit: Oh, no.
Roo: What's the matter, Tigger?
Tigger: Phew. Oh, thank goodness. I was just getting a little seasick from...
Tigger: seeing too much.
Tigger: Hello, Rabbit! I'm Tigger. T-I double guh...
Rabbit: Please! Please! Don't spell it! Oh dear, will you just... just look at my beautiful garden!
Tigger: Yyyyyuck! M-messy, isn't it?
Rabbit: Messy? Messy? It's ruined! It's ruined, Tigger! Why won't you ever stop bouncing?
Tigger: Why? That's what Tiggers do best! Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Winnie the Pooh: Uh, R-Rabbit?
Winnie the Pooh: Say, Rabbit, how would it be if as soon as we're out of sight of this old pit, we just try to find it again?
Rabbit: What's the good of that?
Winnie the Pooh: Well, you see, we keep looking for home, but we keep finding this pit, so I just thought that if we looked for this pit, we might find home.
Rabbit: Hm, I don't see much sense in that. If I were to walk away from this pit, and then walk back to it - of course I should find it! I'll prove it to you! Wait here!
[Pooh's tummy rumbles]
Piglet: W-w-what was that, Pooh?
Winnie the Pooh: [laughs] My tummy rumbled. Now then - come on, let's go home.
Piglet: But Pooh, do you know the way?
Winnie the Pooh: No, Piglet, but I've got twelve pots of honey in my cupboard, and they've been calling to my tummy.
Piglet: They have?
Winnie the Pooh: Yes, Piglet. I couldn't hear them before because Rabbit would talk. I think I know where they're calling from, so come on. We'll just follow my tummy.
Tigger: [bounces on Piglet] Hello, Piglet! I'm Tigger!
Piglet: Oh, Tigger! You sc-c-c-cared me!
Tigger: Oh, shucks! That was just one of my little bounces!
Piglet: It was? Oh. Thank you, Tigger.
Tigger: Yeah, I'm saving my best bounce for ole Long Ears!
[pulling his ears, then dashing away]
Roo: I bet you can climb trees, huh, Tigger?
Tigger: Climb trees? Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Why, that's what Tiggers do best! Only Tiggers don't climb trees, they *bounce* 'em! C'mon, let's go! Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Tigger: [looking for Pooh, Rabbit and Piglet who are hiding in a hollow log] That's funny. They must be lost.
[yells into the log]
Tigger: [echoes repeatedly] HELLO! Hey, you blokes! Where are ya?
Winnie the Pooh: [sort of loudly] In...
[Rabbit grabs his mouth]
Rabbit: [whispers] Shush!
Winnie the Pooh: [whispers] I am shushed!
Rabbit: I've got a splendid idea! Now listen: we'll take Tigger for a long explore, see, somewhere he's never been before. And we'll lose him there!
Winnie the Pooh: [awakes] Lose him?
Rabbit: Oh, we'll find him again next morning, and mark my words, he'll be a humble Tigger, a small and sad Tigger, and a "oh, rabbit, am I glad to see you" Tigger. And it'll take the bounces out of him, that's what! Now, all in favor, say 'aye'.
[Pooh falls asleep again]
[shakes Pooh awake]
Winnie the Pooh: [waking up, then raising his hand] Oh, here.
Rabbit: Oh-ho-ho, good. Just good. Motion carried.
Christopher Robin: Hello, Pooh. Hello, Piglet. What's up?
Winnie the Pooh: [pointing up to Tigger and Roo] Tigger and Roo are up.
Kanga: Oh, my goodness! Roo, how did you get up there?
Roo: Easy, Mama. We bounced up.
Kanga: Oh, my goodness. Do be careful, dear!
Roo: I'm all right, Mama, but Tigger's stuck.
Kanga: Oh, what a shame. That's too bad.
Rabbit: No, that's good. You see, he can't bounce anybody up there.
Christopher Robin: Oh, dear. We'll just have to get him down somehow.
Rabbit: Down? Down? Do we have to?
Tigger: If I ever get outta this, I promise never to bounce again! N-Never!
Rabbit: I heard that, Tigger!
[to Christopher Robin, Piglet, and Pooh, hurriedly questioning them]
Rabbit: He promised! Did you hear him promise? I heard him! I heard him! You heard him, didn't ya? Didn't ya?
Roo: Christopher Robin, I like the old, bouncy Tigger best.
[cut to Tigger sadly walking away]
Christopher Robin: So do I, Roo.
Piglet: I do, too.
Roo: Me, too.
Kanga: Of course, we all do. Don't you agree, Rabbit?
Rabbit: I uh...
Christopher Robin: Well, Rabbit?
Rabbit: Well, uh, uh, that is, I-uh, what I mean...
Winnie the Pooh: Well?
Rabbit: Uh, I uh...
Rabbit: Oh, all right. I guess I like the old Tigger better, too.
Tigger: [Pounces Rabbit] Oh, boy! You mean I can have my bounce back? Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Tigger: [as Roo is swinging on his tail] S-s-s-s-s-stop that, kid! Please!
[cut to his point of view]
Tigger: S-T-O-P, stop! You're rockin' the forest!
Tigger: [scooping up snow] Oh, good old terra firma!
[kisses the snow]
Tigger: Say, I'm so happy I feel like bouncing!
[starts bouncing, but pauses when Rabbit interuppts him]
Rabbit: Uh-uh-uh! You promised! You promised!
Tigger: [defeatedly falls back to the ground] Oh, I did, didn't I? You mean I-I can't - ever bounce again?
Tigger: [whimpering] N-Never?
Tigger: N-Not even just - one, teensy-weensy bounce?
Rabbit: [defiantly] Not even a *smidgen* of a bounce!
Narrator: Meanwhile, Rabbit was still wandering around in the mist. By now, he was lost and bewildered. And to make matters worse, his mind was beginning to play tricks on him.
Narrator: So Rabbit was now a humiliated Rabbit, a lost-and-found Rabbit, and a 'Why, oh why do these things happen to me?' Rabbit.
Tigger: [emerging from the snow after crashing into Rabbit's house while ice skating with Roo] Uh, pew! Ree-yuck! Tiggers don't like ice skating!
Tigger: [after he tries to jump out of the book while climbing a tree with Roo] Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! I almost bounced clear outta the book! Some bouncin', huh?
[looks down, then gasps as he clings to the tree for dear life]
Tigger: Say, how did this tree get so high?
Narrator: And so it seemed to be. There were the tracks joining each other here, getting mixed up with each other there. But to Pooh, quite plainly, there were small sets of paw marks.