NARRATOR: Now, this might be the room of any small boy, but it happens to belong to a boy named Christopher Robin. And, like most small boys, Christopher Robin had toy animals to play with. And together they had many remarkable adventures in an enchanted place called the Hundred Acre Wood. But of all his animal friends, Christopher Robin's very best friend was a bear called Winnie the Pooh.
TIGGER: Winnie the Pooh? Wait half a darn minute!
It seems to me that most of these stories are about that silly old bear.
NARRATOR: Well, then, Tigger, who should this story be about?
TIGGER: Well, I happen to know someone who's extremely fascinatin', not to mention handsome and debonairy.
NARRATOR: But the title already says Winnie the Pooh.
TIGGER: Oh, that's easy to fix. There! Now, that's a wonderful title. And speaking of wonderful things...
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TIGGER: Hello! I'm Tigger. That's T-l-double-geh-er. And that's me. Hoo, hoo, hoo!
WINNIE-THE-POOH: I know. You've bounced me lots and lots of times.
TIGGER: Yeah. Fun, ain't it? Say, you want to go
bouncin' with me,
NARRATOR: And so, the others all came round to see what they might do to help. But the end of Eeyore's house was merely the beginning of a very unfortunate day.
ROO: Wow! Look at the size of it.
RABBIT: Your attention, uh, please. Uh, ahem. I have officially completed the plans.
WINNIE-THE-POOH: What plans?
RABBIT: The plans and restoring to Eeyore his happy home.
EEYORE: No need to bother on my account.
RABBIT: All we need is a little, uh, uh, team effort.
RABBIT:
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RABBIT: Hmph!
TIGGER: Who needs them other fellas anyhow?
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ROO: Tigger? Um, Tigger? Don't be sad, Tigger. Why don't you go bouncin'? That'll cheer you up.
TIGGER: No one to bounce with, Roo boy.
ROO: Oh. Well, what about another Tigger?
TIGGER: Another Tigger? That... No. It's impossibibble. It's crazy. I'm the onliest one.
ROO: But aren't there other Tiggers? I've got a mama. Don't you have a family somewhere too?
TIGGER: Why, that's ridic... I mean... Ooh, a family full of Tiggers, you say. Hoo, hoo! Can you imaginate such a thing? Why, that'd be more Tiggers than you could stick a shake at. And we'd all be bouncin'! Bouncin' morning, noon and nighty-night! Hoo, hoo, hoo!
ROO: But I could still bounce with ya, right, Tigger?
TIGGER: Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo! My very own Tigger family!
OWL: Oh-ho! You wish to find your family. Ha, ha! A most noble quest, indeed. There we are.
Help yourself to the cream and sugar.
The search for Familius Genus Tiggeris. Ha, ha! That is Latin, I believe. Or is it, uh, Greek? Speaking of family, why, my very own family portraits hang right over there, a collection I've gathered throughout the years. Notice the interesting twists and turns Of its many branches, stretching out across the ages. It all comes from having strong roots, you know, and plenty of time to grow. In fact, I do believe that the very seed of my family...
TIGGER: Hmm!
OWL: ... began to germinate as far back as the 14th century when a great-great-great grand-uncle of mine...
TIGGER: Hmm.
OWL: ... went out on a limb and proclaimed his blossoming love to a blooming young maid. As their love blossomed, they eventually were blessed with nine fine young saplings. Never a bough did break. Now, my dear boy, are you quite all right? Perhaps some more tea. Anyway, if I may go out on a limb here, I would first and foremost suggest for Tigger that to find one's family, one must first look up
one's family tree.
RABBIT: There! Good as new. Or maybe even better, if I do say so myself.
EEYORE: Could be a bit drafty. Might leak some. Sort of lopsided. Kind a... cramped. Otherwise, a dream house.
TIGGER: Hi ya, donkey boy!
ROO: Hi ya, donkey boy!
PIGLET: Tigger.
WINNIE-THE-POOH: Tigger!
RABBIT: Tigger?
EEYORE: Back to his bouncy old self.
TIGGER: Oh, is this perhaps a Tigger family tree up there?
WINNIE-THE-POOH: Were you asking us to bounce with you? Because we would be glad to...
TIGGER: Hallo, Tigger family! Hallo-o-o! Uh, no, not this one. Hallo!
ROO: Hallo!
TIGGER: Other Tiggers, come out, come out, wherever you are! Other Tiggers! Come out, come out, wherever you are! And aren't! Et cetera!
TIGGER AND ROO: Hallo-o-o! Tigger's family!
TIGGER: Where are you?
PIGLET: Pooh bear? I didn't know Tigger had a family.
WINNIE-THE-POOH: Yes. Only it appears that he has lost them.
EEYORE: Seemed to be lookin' for 'em.
PIGLET: Uh, was that something we were supposed to be doing too?
WINNIE-THE-POOH: Why, I believe it must be, Piglet. I quite often remember to forget these sorts of things.
RABBIT: No, no, no.
WINNIE-THE-POOH: Aren't you coming, Rabbit?
RABBIT: Huh? To look for more Tiggers? As if one wasn't bad enough. No, no! No! I have too many winter preparations to make. And if you three had any sense, you'd be doing the same. Hmph! Aah!
WINNIE-THE-POOH: Come on.
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