Winnie the Pooh: Lost and Found (Disney Winnie the Pooh)
Based on the “Winnie the Pooh” works by A.A. Milne and E.H. Shepard
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THE STORY SO FAR…
Pooh had been dreaming of honey all night long, but when he woke up in the morning,
every last honeypot in his house was empty. Pooh headed out into the Wood in search of
honey. There he came upon Eeyore, who had lost his tail. Pooh and his friends decided to
hold a contest to find Eeyore a new one. At Pooh’s suggestion, the prize was to be a pot of
honey. The friends came up with all manner of replacement tails, but none was quite right—
hence, no honey for Pooh.
Pooh continued on his honey search, which took him to Christopher Robin’s house.
There he found a note on the door. Owl read it and informed everyone that a frightening
creature called a Backson had captured Christopher Robin! Fortunately, Rabbit came up
with a plan to save his friend: They would dig a pit, and then leave a trail of items to lead the
Backson to it.
Meanwhile, Tigger prowled the Wood with a reluctant Eeyore, determined to find the Backson.
Tigger decided to teach Eeyore how to be a tigger so that they could capture the Backson
together! When Eeyore had had enough of Tigger’s training, the donkey went into hiding.
Rabbit was very pleased. His plan to catch the Backson and
rescue Christopher Robin was almost complete! He and his
friends had left a trail of items leading to the trap they had
set for the Backson. Now all they had to do was wait for it
to show up.
“Rabbit, can we stop for lunch?” Pooh asked.
“We cannot rest until Christopher Robin is found,” insisted
Rabbit. “Try thinking of him instead of honey.”
“Very well,” Pooh agreed. He did his best to concentrate.
Then something very strange happened. Pooh’s shadow
started looking like a honeypot!
Then, every time Pooh’s friends spoke, all he could hear
was, “Honey, honey, honey.” Next, everything beneath Pooh’s
feet melted into a giant wave of honey! He swam and dived and
floated in the honey. He gobbled and gulped and guzzled the
honey. Pooh was so blissfully happy that he sang a honey song
and danced a honey dance. Life was sweet!
POOF! Pooh’s beautiful daydream faded. His honey
ocean was really a muddy puddle—and Pooh was a great
big mess! To make matters worse, it seemed his poor
tummy would never get something to eat.
Pooh cleaned himself off and went on his way. After a few
steps, he came upon a large honeypot centered on a cloth. Pooh
was so excited at the prospect of honey that he didn’t recognize
the very Backson trap he and Piglet had set earlier that day!
Pooh fell to the bottom of the pit, and before
he could say “oh, bother,” the honeypot fell on
top of his head. Unfortunately for Pooh and his
tummy, the pot was empty.
Meanwhile, Pooh’s friends had arrived back
at the pit and were looking everywhere for him.
Then, all at once, they heard a loud THUD!
The friends clung to each other in fear.
“The plan worked!” Rabbit exclaimed. “We
caught the Backson!”
After each friend suggested that the other take a
look first, it was agreed that they would all go over to
the pit and look together.
“You went back for the honey, didn’t you?” asked Piglet.
“I told you it was empty.”
“Yes, and I believed you, Piglet,” replied Pooh. “But my
tummy had to see for himself.”
“How are we ever going to get him out?” wondered Kanga.
Just then, Eeyore arrived at the pit and showed off his
newest tail to the group.
Rabbit thought Eeyore’s tail might be the answer to
Pooh’s predicament, so he threw the anchor into the pit.
It was so heavy, it yanked the friends down into the
hole—and broke the honeypot on Pooh’s head.
Only Piglet, who had been tossed high into the air,
remained outside the trap.
“Oh, dear! Wait for me!” Piglet cried as he started to climb
into the pit. He didn’t want to be left alone with the Backson
running around loose!
“No, Piglet!” Rabbit cried. “You can help us if you stay
up there. Go look for something to get us out!”
Moments later, Piglet returned with a flower, but it was
much too short to reach all the way down into the pit.
Next, Piglet brought a large book.
“You can’t possibly think that’s long enough,”
said Rabbit.
Piglet disagreed.
“Owl read this to
me once, and it was
certainly the longest
thing I’d ever heard.”
On Piglet’s third trip, he brought back a very
useful rope. But, since there were six friends
stuck in the pit, Piglet cut the rope into six
equal pieces.
“Now you can all get out!” he said proudly.
But the pieces of rope were much too
short to reach into the pit.
Just then, Roo remembered that Christopher Robin
owned a jump rope.
Rabbit urged Piglet to go to the boy’s house and get it.
Owl flew out of the pit to encourage the terrified Piglet.
When he was done, he flew back in. It was now clear that
Owl did not need rescuing from the pit—but no one seemed
to notice.
Piglet, meanwhile, trudged nervously into the
foggy woods, knowing he had a very important
thing to do. As he looked all around, the very
small animal backed into a very large tree root.
Startled, he turned and saw what looked like a
red-eyed monster glaring down from up in the
tree. But it was only his friend B’loon.
Loyal little Piglet realized that no matter how
frightened he was, he had to go back and save
his friend.
Piglet slowly inched his way over to B’loon.
A few tugs later, as Piglet pulled B’loon from
the tree, an enormous shadow fell over them.
Piglet turned and faced the monster. “B-B-B-BACKSON!”
he shouted. He held on tight to B’loon and raced away as
fast as he could.
But there was no Backson—only Tigger dressed in a
Backson disguise.
But now Tigger thought th
e Backson was right behind
him! He ran after his friend so that they could flee together.
“Piglet!” he cried.
“He knows my name!” shrieked Piglet. “HELP!”
B’loon lifted Piglet up and away, but it was a very bumpy
ride. Then Piglet spotted the pit in the distance. He thought
if he could just reach it—and his friends—he would be safe.
He had nearly made it when Tigger crashed into him.
When the dust settled, everyone was relieved to see
that the “Backson” chasing Piglet was really only Tigger.
And Tigger was relieved to see all of his friends.
Suddenly, Tigger realized
he was sitting on Piglet!
“Sorry ’bout that, little
guy,” Tigger said.
Just then, B’loon
up and out of Piglet’s grasp.
“Don’t leave!” called Rabbit.
“You’re the only one who can
get us out of here!” Piglet explained.
Owl was not the least bit upset
by the setback. He began to tell a
very long story, unaware that his
friends were growing bored. Pooh
idly looked up and saw Tigger’s
discarded honeypot sitting at
the edge of the pit. So he
decided to build himself
a ladder out of letters.
Back above ground, Pooh examined the
honeypot. “Empty,” he said as he tossed it
over his shoulder.
Down
in
the
pit,
Owl was still talking! “ . . . that the inkwell
would launch into the air,” he said. “And
let me tell you, it packed quite a wallop!”
The honeypot
smacked the top
of Owl’s head!
Suddenly, Rabbit saw Pooh’s ladder of letters. “We can get
out!” he cried.
The friends were relieved to be out of the pit—until they
heard a rustling in the bushes.
“Backson!” they cried.
But it was only Christopher Robin, led by B’loon.
“How did you escape the Backson?” asked Rabbit.
“What on earth is a Backson?” Christopher
Robin asked.
“The most wretched creature that you
could meet,” Owl said solemnly.
“What gave you the idea I was taken by a
Backson?” replied Christopher Robin.
Pooh handed him the note. Christopher
Robin giggled as he explained that he had
written that he would be “back soon”—not
“Backson.” It had all been
a misunderstanding!
Before the friends headed home, Rabbit
declared, “We owe a very special someone a
token of our appreciation. . . .
“Someone who got us out of this pit and helped
us to find Christopher Robin. So, I bestow this pot
of honey upon our dear friend . . . B’loon.”
Pooh and his tummy were dumbstruck.
“Sorry, Pooh,” said Eeyore.
“Ever have one of those days where you just can’t win?”
Pooh asked.
Pooh’s hungry tummy soon led him away, looking this
way and that for the honey it so desperately wanted.
Pooh kept on searching until he ended up at Owl’s house.
It took all of Pooh’s remaining energy to climb up the tree to
Owl’s front door, where he pulled the new bell rope. There was
something very familiar about it.
As Owl invited Pooh in for some honey, he said, “I shall
treat you to an excerpt from my memoirs, which tells the
gripping tale of how only a few days ago I found that very
handsome bell rope that you were admiring just hanging over a
thistle bush. Nobody seemed to want it, so I brought it home.”
“But somebody did want it,
Owl,” Pooh said. “My dear friend
Eeyore. He was fond of it, you see.
Attached to it.”
“Of course. It is Eeyore’s tail,”
said Owl realizing his mistake.
“I was just keeping it safe for him.”
As much as Pooh hated
to leave the honey, he had
to return Eeyore’s tail to
him right away.
Pooh took the tail straight to Christopher Robin, who
securely attached it to Eeyore with a hammer and nail.
“What do you think?” Christopher Robin asked.
Eeyore considered his old tail, with which he was newly
reunited. “Seems about the right length. Pink bow’s a nice
touch. Swishes real good, too,” he said.
That was good enough for Christopher Robin. “Bring out
the grand prize!” he instructed.
“Thank you all ever so much,” said Pooh. He climbed
straight into the pot. He swam and dived and floated in the
honey. He gobbled and gulped and guzzled the honey. All his
honey dreams had finally come true!
Later, Christopher Robin told Pooh how
proud he was that Pooh had put his friend
before his tummy.
“Thank you,” Pooh replied. “I don’t
think I shall be hungry again for a good
long while.”
Just then, Pooh’s stomach rumbled.
“Silly old bear!” said Christopher Robin.
Lisa Ann Marsoli, Winnie the Pooh: Lost and Found (Disney Winnie the Pooh)
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