♪ somewhere deepin bear country ♪ ♪ lives the berenstainbear family ♪ ♪ they're kind of furryaround the torso ♪ ♪ they're a lot like peopleonly more so ♪ ♪ the bear fact is that ♪ ♪ they're just likeyou and me ♪ ♪ the only difference ♪ ♪ is they livein a tree ♪ ♪ the berenstain bears ♪
♪ when things go wrongas things might do ♪ ♪ the berenstain bearswill find a way through ♪ ♪ mama, papa,sister and brother ♪ ♪ they'll always be therefor each other ♪ ♪ they can besweet as honey ♪ ♪ sometimes you'll find ♪ ♪ they might bejust plain funny ♪ papa: line up for excitement, get ready for fun, there'll be chills and thrills aplenty before the day is done.
ok, let's make thingsa little more interesting. i'm going to score this pointwith my eyes closed. aww, no way. um, it's a tie game. are you sure about this? relax, freddy,it's in the bag. or should i saythe net? this i've got to see. i'd like to see it, too, buti've got to close my eyes.
(chuckling) sister:told you so! lizzy:i knew it! ohh, so close, brother. (nervous laughing) the wind musthave caught it. ha, the wind. right... hello, cubs.
lizzy:hi, mrs. bear. both:hi, mama. mama:i have a surprisefor all of you. look what they're giving outat the supermarket. free passes to fun park! fun park?! (cheering) have you seenthe fun park commercial? it looks awesome!
"bear state'sbiggest family park! over 40 rides tospin your insides!" are we really goingto go there, mama? well, i'd like-- papa:you bet we're going! i haven't been theresince i was a cub. what do you rememberbest about it, papa? oh, that's a tough one,but i think i'd have to say it was either the gyroor the super wings.
those sound like great rides. rides? (laughing) no, no, i'm talkingabout things to eat! mmm-mmm! fun park has foods from everycountry you can think of. mmm...(smacking lips) and i intend to go ona world tour, let me tell you. i can't wait to ridethe paddle boats, lizzy.
and the merry-go-round. oh, i need morethrills than that. freddy:me too. i want to drivethe bumper cars. don't forget aboutthe thunderbolt roller coaster, freddy. it has a tripleloop-the-loop. i don't think i'm ready togo on something like that. un-uh, too scary.
the thunderbolt is nothingfor a cub like me. i could do the whole ridewith my arms up like this and a big smile on my face. mama:now brother, nobody likes to listen tothat kind of boastful talk. (giggling) you should haveheard him bragging about shooting the basketballwith his eyes closed, mama. oh?
ha, then he missedby a mile. mama:you see? it's easy to boast. it's not so easywhen you have to admit you can't do the big thingsyou boasted about. so you shouldn't brag aboutstuff you've never done before. ok, i'll bragabout it after then. after the ride, or after you'vegotten sick to your stomach? ha, ha.
papa:i rode the thunderboltwhen i was a cub. walked away with my head heldhigh, and if my son is made of the same stuff as his papa,then-- whoa-oa, oof! he'll do just fine. thank you, papa. we'll conquer thatcoaster together. right, brother? you know it, freddy. i'll be with you everyloop-the-loop of the way, boys.
oh, dear. mama:now, papa, we just got here. don't spill anything onyour nice, clean shirt. don't fret, dear. that's whatcoveralls are for. this is the bestchop suey i've ever had! anyone want to try some? all:no, thank you. all right, but you don'tknow what you're missing.
i know what i'm missing,papa; the rides! well, what ride shouldwe go on first? both:the thunderbolt! we have a winner! don't worry, girls, you getto pick the next ride. now come on, let's goconquer that thunderbolt. (gasping) (screaming) (gulping)
i've never seenanything so... so big. or so fast. look at that thing go. there's certainly a lotof screaming going on for folks who are supposedto be enjoying themselves. well, what are youwaiting for, you guys? get it over with so lizzyand i can go on our rides. well, boys? shall we get in line?
uh, gee, papa, that line-uplooks pretty long right now. he's right,we'll come back later. come on, let's go! fine with me. papa:the thunderbolt'snot going anywhere. shish kebabs! you boys go on ahead. i'll catch up with you. ok.
wait up, mama! lizzy:giddy up, ostrich! hey, freddy and i are onlyon the merry-go-round to get warmed upfor the real rides. we know. you told us already. oh, hi, mama!hi, papa! hello, sweetheart! whew, this isone hot taco!
i told you to go easy onthose jalapeno peppers. any vegetable that makesyou sweat this much has got to be good for you. here it comes, here it comes! (grunting) ha-ha, got it! look, i gotthe brass ring! lizzy:way to go, brother! you get a free ride.
whoaa... (murmuring) are you all right? wh-- me? yeah, i'm fine. this ride is kind ofboring, that's all. here, you can have this. thanks. ok, boys, let's headfor the thunderbolt.
uh, b-but it's way overat the other end, and we're way overhere at this end. why don't we do thingsaround here first? sure, ok with me. i'm in no hurry. so what should we do next? i know just the thing! bratwurst on a bun. follow me.
great. oh, bratwurst on a bun? ugh, not afterthat carousel. well, fancymeeting you here. we're having a great time,aren't we, lizzy? uh-huh! we made balloon animalsat the craft show. and we went tothe petting zoo. we were laughing so hard onthe trampoline, my face hurts.
how did you boys make outon the thunderbolt? we're going onthat next. but you can't takefood on the ride, and brother hasn'tfinished his pizza yet. i'm working on it. you've been nibbling on thatpizza slice for almost an hour. i'm not hungry,i guess. here, i'll finishit off for you. mama:now, papa, you really shouldstop eating so much.
nonsense! besides, look howthin i am. come on, let's go. i want to see you guysride the thunderbolt. me too. (groaning) why did i have to bragabout riding that thing? papa:well, son, the big momentis finally here, and i have to say, sharing yourexcitement about riding
the thunderbolt makes me feellike a cub again! that's great, papa. here it comes! rider 1:whoa, the whole worldis spinning. rider 2:never again. i tell you,my legs are like jelly. rider 3:can i open my eyes now? rider 4:yay, awesome! rider 5:was that ever scary.
papa:now, the front seat is the bestplace to be on this ride. get in! what's wrong, brother? come on, son. it's going to bethe ride of your life. i can't do it. i can't get on. sure you can. i'll slide overa little more.
look, lots of room. i mean i'm too scaredto ride the thunderbolt. you are? the thought of havingto ride the thunderbolt is spoiling my whole day. i don't really wantto go on it, either. really? why didn't you tell me? i guess because i kind ofmade a big deal
about riding on it, too. papa:hmm... i'm proud of you boys. it takes a lot ofcourage to speak up and admit when you're notready to do some-- whoa! there he goes. have fun, papa! ugh, i don't remember itbeing this high up. where did papa go?
he's on the thunderbolt. how come you aren't? i decidedi wasn't ready yet. same here. you said you were going to do itwith your arms up in the air and a smile on your face. i know, i know. i got a littlecarried away. i sure won'tdo that again.
oh, i hope papa isgoing to be all right. freddy, we madethe right decision. i was thinkingthe same thing, brother. mama:steady, dear. you're doing fine. just put one footin front of the other. i can't believei rode the thunderbolt. freddy, if you hear mebragging about stuff again, remind me aboutwhat happened today, ok?
ha, ok, i will. and some day, when i amready to ride the thunderbolt, remind me aboutsomething, too. what's that? not to go on a ridewith a full stomach. (laughing)that's for sure. come on, freddy, let'sgo on the bumper cars. you said it. here's your pizza, papa.
(gagging) maybe later, sweetheart. do you want to go onthe bumper cars with us? i think papa has beenon enough rides today. nonsense. whoa, ugh... like i said, maybelater, sweetheart. (sighing) sister: when you invite guests to a fresh fish dinner...
brother: it's your guests, not you, who should come out the winner. mama:there's only one way to makeone of my prize-winning pies... and that's to start offwith the freshest ingredients. plump, juicy and fresh. got to use fresh wormsto catch fresh fish. well, it looks likeeverything's ready for gran and gramps' specialwedding anniversary dinner. are gran and grampsgetting married again? oh, no, sweetie.
a wedding anniversaryis like a birthday. this year it's anextra special celebration because they've been marriedfor such a long time. that's why we're cooking upgramps' favourite: fresh-caught fish. and not justany fresh-caught fish, but a prize-winningfresh-caught fish. caught by none-otherthan yours truly. and to top it off for dessert,i'm making gran's favourite:
bumbleberry pie. oh, we can'tforget the ladder. right outside, mama. good, because the verybest berries grow right at the topof the bush. and if we don'tget the best ones, we can't make yourprize-winning pie. (laughing)that's right. now, gran and gramps arearriving right at 6:00,
so we have a lot to do. let's go. the secret to catchinga prize-winning fish starts with findingthe perfect fishing spot. and having aprize-winning helper. hey, that's me! (chuckling)you betcha! how can you tell if this is theperfect fishing spot, papa? (sniffing)
smells right. hmm, looks right. (splashing) sounds right. but is it perfect? we won't know untilwe catch a fish! (laughing)oh, papa. now, you have to remember tostand in just the right spot. cast the line in,nice and easy.
we got one,we got one! hey, what do you know? pull it in, pull it in! now, we can'tbe too hasty. let it run,then reel it in. two hands, now. we're talkingprize winner here. sister:oh, boy! let's hurry homeand cook it up!
no, i'm afraid thisone's going back. it's too small. but it lookedbig enough to me. not big enough to makegran and gramps' dinner an extra special dinnerthey'll never forget. besides, your prize-winning papacan do better than that. because you have aprize-winning helper, right? (chuckling)you betcha. now, let's go finda different spot.
hold on tight. i have to reach. (straining) how much better are the berriesway up there, mama? heh, the ones down here are goodenough for little lady. (panting) but it's nother special dinner. gran and grampsdeserve the best. i bet they'd like yourhoney cake just as much.
perhaps, but i didn't win threeblue ribbons for my honey cake. oops, look out! heh, they are betterat the top, little lady. (whimpering) both:nice and easy... let it run... then reel it in! yeah, looks good! looks good...
bigger thanthe last one! bigger thanthe last one... a realprize-winner, papa! not quite. not big enough? not big enough for aprize-winning fisherman. nothing to worry about. we'll find that whopper yet. ooh, i don't care if my friendssee me baking pies.
there's nothingwrong with that. i'm not sure i want themto see me doing this. it looks silly. but honey, you'rekeeping the bees away. and remember, you're being sillyfor a very special couple. (barking) brother:you stay right there,little lady. mama:almost done. good, then we can get cookingand i can lick the spoons.
just as soon as we get somefresh-churned butter, hand-milled flour, andhand-picked, farm-fresh eggs from farmer ben. gran and grampsare worth it. whoa-oa-oaa, whoa! nice and easy, papa,nice and easy! let it run! i don't have much choice! now, that's my kind of fish!
it must be a real prize-winningwhopper, huh, papa? oh, you betcha! i think this is the one! it's not even a fish. hmph, but it almostdragged me off the dock. it's huge, papa, huge! even biggerthan the other ones. big enough for dinnerand for seconds, too. yep, but...
aww, it got away. that's ok. it was big enough for seconds,but not big enough to have leftovers forgran and gramps to take home. ahh, your papacan do better. ok, but we'rerunning out of time. well then, we'dbetter get cracking. whew! i never knew makinga pie was so much work.
i just hope i don'tfall asleep in the middle of gran and gramps' dinner. if you do,you'll miss dessert. brother:mmm-mmm! smells so good, it's going to behard to wait for dessert time. well, the rest of the cleaningwe still have to do should help take your mind off it.(growling) (crashing) oh, little lady!
how could you? i guess little ladycouldn't wait. bad dog, little lady! all that work for nothing. you've just ruined gran andgramps' special dinner. i don't think they'll mindtoo much if they don't have a prize-winning piefor dinner, mama. but it's theirspecial dinner. well, it's their anniversarythat makes the dinner special.
isn't it? i know they'd lovewhatever you made for them. you know something? you're absolutely right. i don't know whati was thinking. sorry for barkingat you, little lady. it's ok. i'm sure she'll help usclean it up. won't you, girl?
if there's not aprize-winning fish in here, why, i'll eat my hat. i sure hope there's aprize-winning fish in here. papa, how do we findjust the right spot to stand in in a boat? i don't think we haveto worry about that here. wow, papa, you were right! you didn't even haveto use your fishing rod. ha, not only that,this one's a prize winner
if i've ever seen one. huh? and so is that one! and i don't even need my net. we have enough here forthe whole neighbourhood to take some home! um, papa, we're sinking. uh-oh. the boat is too heavy.
hurry, let's throw them back. hey, we're, uh... we're rising up. ah, no wonderthey're jumping in. they're trying toget away from the net. ohh, let me guess. all these fishbelong to you. well, not me personally,but the company we work for. (chuckling)including that one.
sorry, mister. we'll put your boat backin the water for you. maybe we should have kept one ofthe other fish we caught before. but i wanted a realprize winner. but papa, we weren't catchinga fish to win a prize. we were catching a fishto eat for dinner. i don't think granand gramps need a whale. yeah, but it's supposedto be a special dinner. it's not special because ofwhat we're going to eat.
it's special because it's granand gramps' wedding birthday. yes, but, i mean, well... hmm, you'reabsolutely right. i guess i wasthinking more about the prize-winning fishermanthan about gran and gramps. what do we do now? i think i just might know wherethe perfect fishing spot is. (chuckling)perfect. and this fishing spot isright around the corner.
is that fish good, papa? they're all good, becauseas my little cub taught me... it's not the meal you eat... it's who youshare it with. that's what makesany dinner special. sister:so? what do you think? what do you mean, sister? she means, did you likeyour special dinner?
it was the best, mostdelicious dinner ever. just like the one last year, andthe one the year before that. but you know what makesit really special? both:the people youshare it with. then i guess you do know. and we'll drink to that. papa:happy anniversary,gran and gramps! ♪
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