Christopher Robin

On my merry way I'll always think of you

On land or sand or gravel

Focus, everyone, focus! Listen to each other!

It's more fun with two It's always me and you

And together we will stay

Through warm or stormy weather

We'll always be together

Concentrate!

Forever

For within my heart If we should ever part

We'll be never far away from each other

We'll be never far away

What's he doing?

- Big finish! - That'll do! That'll do!

Please!

I sounded incredible! Tiggers are excellent singers.

It's lovely having you all here.

Always very moving, that number.

Now, we all know why we're here.

It's a sad day.

But I have asked my friend, Eeyore...

That's me.

I have asked him to propose a rissolution.

- It's "resolution." - Yes, that's what I said.

- What's a "rissolution?" - After the poem, dear.

"Christopher Robin is going.

"At least I think he is.

"Where? Nobody knows.

"But he is going."

I mean, he goes.

"Do we care? We do. Very much.

"Anyhow, we send our love.

"End."

If anyone wants to clap, now is the time to do it.

- Yay! - Wonderful!

Christopher.

There he is! He's here!

That was a lovely poem, Eeyore.

It was nothing.

Oh, sorry.

It's just too bad it's over.

I would've liked it to go on for a while longer.

Now, now, let's not get carried away there, Pooh Bear.

That was plenty long enough.

For let's all remember, I commissioned it.

- Based on an original idea by me. - Which I suggested.

After I thought of it.

Let's not do this in public, shall we? You wide-eyed nincompoop.

Christopher Robin, I made you this sack of Hundred Acre Wood haycorns.

They're my very favorite snack.

Wherever you may go, they'll remind you of the Hundred Acre Wood.

Thank you, Piglet.

I don't think I'll need any help remembering the Wood...

but I shall treasure them.

I'm gonna miss you, I am!

I'm gonna miss you too, Tigger.

Now, don't you go and get all growned up on us!

We shall all miss the lad.

- As my Grandowl Osgood used to say... - Wow!

What did he used to say?

- I call the cherries. - Extra cream for me, please.

No, it wasn't that.

Is it a carrot cake?

Larger.

Cake is what Tiggers like best!

I'm gonna go for it.

What is this again?

Cake, cake, cake. Will you never learn?

I would prefer a lovely, crunchy carrot.

What's wrong with something healthy?

- Good for your teeth. - Sweets go right to my feets!

- You won't be able to stop me! - Careful, Tigger.

Bounce and bounce!

Come on, Roo! And I'll bounce!

And I'll bounce! And I'll...

Come on, Pooh.

Where are we going, Christopher Robin?

Nowhere.

One of my favorite places.

Saddle's too tight.

What do you like to do best in the world, Pooh?

Well...

What I like best...

is me and Piglet...

going to see you...

and you say, "What about a little something?"

And I say...

"Well, I shouldn't mind a little something."

And it being a hummy sort of a day outside.

I like that too.

But what I like doing best is nothing.

How do you do nothing?

It's when people call out...

"What are you going to do, Christopher Robin?"

And you say, "Oh, nothing." And then you go ahead and do it.

Ah, yes.

Doing nothing often leads to the very best something.

Pooh.

I'm not going to do nothing anymore.

Never again?

Well, they don't let you at the boarding school.

Pooh...

When I'm off not doing nothing, will you come up here sometimes?

Just me?

Where will you be?

I'll be right here.

But what should happen if you forget about me?

I won't ever forget about you, Pooh. I promise.

Not even when I'm a hundred.

How old will I be then?

99.

Silly old bear.

99...

Christopher, come on now.

Do hurry up, darling.

Christopher!

Christopher Robin, your mother is in the car!

You take care.

Off you go, young man.

Christopher Robin!

Now concentrate!

You're the man of the house now, dear.

Would you like to sit down?

Thank you.

Cheeky blighter.

Will you write?

Of course, every day.

It's February 11th, 1944.

Soon the nightly battle of London will be on.

This has been a quiet day for us, but it won't be a quiet night.

They'll destroy a few buildings, and kill a few people.

Probably some of the people you...

Happy birthday to you Happy birthday, dear Madeline

Happy birthday to you

This is Zebra-One-Charlie!

This is Zebra-One-Charlie.

Where are my reinforcements?

Well done.

Mummy, when is Daddy coming home?

This is your daddy.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Good morning, Mr. Robin. - Good morning, Ms. Dane.

- Did you have a pleasant... - I'd like them to reconsider...

the brass fittings on the chestnut wardrobes for nickel-plated ones.

- I'll make a note of that. - Now, what's the holdup from Glasgow?

- Tanners union dispute, sir. - What about Manchester?

- Waiting on fabric, sir. - And what's Birmingham's excuse?

It's just Birmingham, sir. They're always late.

I don't need to remind you, we're under increasing pressure to cut costs!

- Mr. Robin? - Yes.

If we replace the second inner bevel with beechwood...

we can increase buoyancy by four percent.

And decrease weight by point-two percent.

And cost?

Well, it might save a few pennies.

Keep plugging away, everyone.

Bravo! That's what we like to hear.

Mr. Winslow, I could easily have come up to your office.

No, no. I love to come down here, get my hands dirty once in a while.

Oh sir, that sample is, in fact, still wet.

Yes. The smell of the leather.

The smell of hard work.

Much rather be here than in my stuffy office where the boring stuff happens.

Yawn.

This is where I belong. Down here with the real men.

And women.

Sorry, always forget about them.

Yes, I hate offices.

Give me some manual labor any day of the...

Let's go into your office.

Yes, Mr. Winslow.

- After you, sir. - Oh, no, please.

Carry on.

I spent all morning on that.

Of all my father's businesses, Winslow Luggage is the worst.

Embarrassing for me, of course, but hardly surprising.

There's been a war.

Who has the time or the money to go on holiday these days?

In short, we need to cut some costs.

That's all I've been working on, sir. We've made some progress.

Three percent, or thereabouts.

We need to cut deeper than three percent, Robin.

- We're stuffed. - What did they say?

- I can't hear. - Don't worry.

I can lip read.

How much deeper, sir?

- Twenty. - Twenty!

Twenty percent, that's impossible.

He's saying, "Windy tent. That's an apple."

What are they talking about?

Perhaps it's a lunch order.

Sir, your father promised these people good jobs to come home to after the war.

Well, they'd do anything for this company.

I'd do anything for this company.

My father has called an emergency meeting on Monday.

We need to produce the cuts by then.

It's sink or swim.

I promised my wife and daughter I'd take them away this weekend, sir.

I thought you'd do anything for this company.

Do you have dreams, Robin?