Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's what that means.
Exactly! Where is Tigger, or Kanga, or Roo?
but I shall treasure them.
You've grown up well.
It's hard to hear anything above my tummy rumbling.
I'm sorry I wasn't there.
Oh, boy. It is good to be home.
I know it.
Well...
But, Christopher, my balloon.
What were you doing in the water?
It's sink or swim.
- Good morning. - Why is he in a cage?
Well, see you on the dance floor.
You're losing him!
- Good morning. - Good morning.
What have we here? Some sort of medal?
Because you're a Woozle.
We've got all your belongings all nice and dried out.
We've got a real good one here.
And another...
- Madeline! - Christopher Robin!
I'm not who I used to be.
Come on, Roo! And I'll bounce!
Can't change the inevitable.
Such troubled eyes.
And what do people need to go on holiday?
Drive to Winslow's. That's where Madeline will be.
Or is it, "Concern is the way to confusion?"
I'm not doing this for fun, you know?
Eager to finally see how good you are.
We'll be never far away
I sounded incredible! Tiggers are excellent singers.
And decrease weight by point-two percent.
so I'll let Robin present our solutions.
My briefcase? Yes, usually. Why?
That's why I shall be working this weekend, also.
How's it going in here?
Thank you ever so much.
Oh, for heaven's sake!
That doesn't sound like Father.
- How does he look? - Smaller, getting larger.
I'm terribly sorry.
I'm sorry, darling. I never meant for her to see me.
- It's stress. - It's not stress.
You must be Christopher Robin's wife.
I was pretending that there was a Heffalump.
We're sorry. We didn't mean to interrupt your games.
Set her up for a career.
- What is it? - It's tomorrow!
And Owl's weather vane.
Now that is...
It's yours. I found it in the attic.
Let me look.
We need to cut deeper than three percent, Robin.
She's in a truck. Headed Woozlewards!
There's one.
Is anything familiar?
if we don't come up with something.
And together we will stay
Hartfield! Hartfield Station!
Bounce with me! Bounce,bounce,bounce!
Look out, Pooh. Here I come.
Please, please make it, Christopher Robin.
Anyone?
- I can clearly see you. - Well, you didn't see this.
I can lip read.
May we wake them?
Meow! You see?
It's the Heffalump that's screaming!
- I love play! - Let's see it.
You're our friend.
I am Christopher Robin.
Red.
Look, if I work really hard now, then in the future...
Congratulations, Robin.
Madeline!
What to do, indeed.
She can't be Pooh. I'm Pooh.
Waiting for you.
Sheep.
Then prove it.
Somebody help!
Right. Fun.
What the devil is a Woozle?
- Christopher Robin. - They're attacking me!
We knew you'd dump that lump.
Where's Madeline?
You there!
Help me.
- Officer? - Yes, my darling?
I'm not afraid of you!
If only Eeyore were here to enjoy it.
Come on, Pooh.
Father.
Yes, Mr. Winslow.
Not spend all of her time studying.
We'll be fine. We won't hit anything else.
Because when you do nothing...
You're the man of the house now, dear.
There's lots of people who rely on me.
flew out of the door.
I like that too.
I mean, acorns.
Another disastrous expotition.
What? A case?
Voodoo emblem, do you think?
Was it always this gloomy?
The strongest knot known.
I know. Katherine rang to let me know.
Christopher Robin!
But you're Christopher Robin.