-Whoo-hoo! -Whoo-hoo!

-Whoo-hoo! -Whoo-hoo-hoo!

-Whoo-hoo!

-How you feeling, middle bear?

-My mum's still hurt.

-Aw. I have some ice cream.

Ice cream is good for bears with the mumps.

-Good.

-Did that hurt?

-Mm-mm.

-I wish I wasn't sick, Mother Bear.

I want to play with my friends.

-I know.

Why don't you shut your eyes?

And that will help you feel better.

-Ow! -Oops.

-Sorry.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Knock on door ]

Someone is at the door.

Little Bear, over here.

Hi. Emily.

-And Lucy, too.

-Hello, Lucy.

-How do you feel?

-I have the mumps.

-I know.

-Do they hurt?

-A little.

I have a present for you, Little Bear.

Something to cheer you up.

It's a book I wrote.

-Can I see it?

-Sure.

Oh, wait. I forgot.

I better stay out here, or I might catch the mumps, too.

[ Doorbell rings ]

-Thank you, Lucy.

-What's the book called?

-It's called "Between Friends."

-Will you read it to me?

-Oh, but you're over there.

-And I'm over here.

That's okay.

I know what all by heart.

Are you ready, Little Bear?

-Ready.

-page one.

I hope this book makes you feel better

by remembering the times we shared together.

Do you remember the first time we met?

-I do, and I like the picture you drew, Emily.

-I flew down the tree.

-Are you all right?

-I'm all right.

-Are we still going the right way?

-Uh-huh. Let's run.

-Yay!

-That was fun.

Turn the page now, Little Bear.

Page two.

-There was a time Emily met Owl, Hen and Cat,

and Doc's nieces and nephews needed to be babysat.

-Remember Little Peep got lost?

And you found him.

-What?

-Peep-peep.

-Ow. Are you okay?

-Oh, my mumps hurt when I laugh.

Ready for page three?

Page three.

-One day, Owl had a party.

We all went to play.

Then Lucy fell down a tree.

-Oh, Lucy.

-And what a good doctor Little Bear turned out to be.

There, that looks much better.

-I like your present, Emily.

-Good. I hope it makes you feel better.

-Little Bear?

-Emily.

-Look at what Emily brought me.

She made it herself.

-It's very lovely, Emily.

But I think you should go home now.

I don't want you catching the mumps.

-All right, Mother Bear.

-Thank you for the book, Emily.

-Get better soon, Little Bear.

Goodbye.

-How are the mumps?

-They're a little sore.

-Oh, and Lucy?

-She's a little sore, too.

-Would some ice cream help?

-Ice cream would be nice.

Could Lucy have some, too?

-Of course.

-Hello. Emily, over here.

-Sorry you caught the mumps.

-Oh, that's okay.

-I have a present for you.

-Come inside, Little Bear.

Don't worry.

You've already had the mumps.

Granny says you can't catch them again.

-Oh, I forgot.

-It's the book I made for you.

Turn to the end.

You added a story.

Is that you and me at Hop Frog Pond?

Do you like it?

You draw very well, Little Bear.

-Mother Bear helped rate the story for me,

but I told her what to write.

You can read it.

Page 4.

Emily is Little Bear's best friend.

-I hope she gets better soon.

[giggling]

-Hot Frog Hop.

[giggling]

-Whoa!

-Look out, Filo!

-That's a nice hat.

-Now we match.

-That end.

-P.S.

Let's go to Hop Frog Pond again.

It's wonderful, Little Bear.

-Thank you.

-There's still one more page left.

-Yes.

I thought we should write something together.

-Hmm.

Oh, I know.

How about...

This story really has no end

because this story is between friends.

-Does that sound good?

-Very good.

Now your turn.

I did the words so you can do the picture.

-What do you think?

Perfect.

Now the book really belongs to both of us.

-Whoo! Whoo!

Uh, hello, Owl.

-Hello, no feet.

Aren't you coming to the blueberry picnic?

-I wouldn't miss it.

But first we have to watch the play.

Play? The blueberry play.

It's a very old story that we tell every year

about the troll who lived under the bridge.

-Troll! -Hello, everyone.

-Hello, mother. -It's time to start the play.

-It's an Easter. It's a must. -I think.

-Look at the list of the same eggs.

-Mm. I can hardly wait until we can eat.

-First, we must choose our troll.

And this year, it's going to be...

-Little Bear. -Me?

-Yeah! -Whoo!

-Whoo! -Whoo!

-Come with me, and we'll get your mask on.

-Can you be a mean, wicked troll?

-Rrrr! -I'm hungry.

-Rrrr! -Rrrr!

-If any of you want to cross over my bridge, watch out.

-All right, I think we're ready.

Now, the troll is under the bridge where he lives.

Our other players today will be Hen, Duck, Kat, and Emily.

Places, everyone.

-Yeah, we're starting to start a little round.

-Yeah, we're starting to start a little round.

-Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.

-Here's a lovely little bridge.

-I can cross over the river without getting wet.

And look at all those blueberries on the other side.

Isn't that nice?

-No! -The troll!

-The troll! -The troll!

-Oh, nonsense.

I don't see any trolls.

-Who's that walking over my bridge?

-What was that?

-That was me, the troll.

-Rrrr! -Rrrr!

-Rrrr! -Rrrr!

-Ooh! -Who are you?

-I'm Hen, and I'm on my way to pick blueberries.

-Ha! That's what you think.

-Mm! -You're going to be my dinner.

-Oh, please, sir.

Let me go.

Someone else is coming that you will like much more.

-Why can't I eat you and let someone else, too?

-Because, if you eat me, you may be too full for the next person.

And they might taste better.

-Hmm. Should I let her pass?

-Yes, sir! -Yes!

-Mm! You may go.

-Oh, thank you. Thank you.

-Rrrr! -Rrrr!

-Who's that?

-That was close.

Hen almost got eaten.

I know.

But now we'll have to worry about that's someone else.

And look who's coming.

Oh, no!

[barking]

-Who's that on my bridge?

-It's just me. Hi, little bear.

-Duck! I'm a troll.

Oops. Sorry. [laughing]

-Come a little closer. I want to have a look at you.

-No. No, a joke for the troll.

-Hmm. Roast duck with stuffing.

My favorite. Your favorite? What?

-My favorite dinner.

-What?

-Rrrr!

[laughing]

-Yay!

-I'll tell you, that's one lucky duck.

And that's one hungry troll.

Whoever comes next is not going to get away that easily.

-Oh, no. It's cat. Look out, cat.

Watch out for the troll.

-A troll, you say?

I can't see any troll,

but I can sure smell something awful.

-Who's up there, stomping on my bridge?

-It's me, cat.

And what do you think of that?

-Whoa.

-What I'm thinking about is roast cat.

-And I'm thinking about scratched troll.

[snoring]

-Uh-oh.

[growling]

I don't think I like roast cat.

[cheering]

-I'll wait for someone sweeter to eat.

Then I'll really jump on them

and eat them in two bites.

-Boo!

-Go away! Go away! Go away!

Send the troll! Go away!

Send the troll!

-Oh, no. I can't look.

-Now, now, no feet.

You must remember that it's just a play.

There's really nothing to worry about.

-Oh, no, it's Emily!

-Emily! Emily!

Look out for the troll.

He's going to eat you.

-Who's that on my bridge?

[growling]

Shame on you.

That's not very nice to scare people like that.

[growling]

I'm the troll who lives under this bridge,

and now I'm going to eat you in two bites

and two for two, two, two.

[gasping]

But, Mr. Troll, you don't want to eat us.

We don't taste very good.

How about if I give you something good to eat?

-You're not tricking me.

I'm hungry, and I'm going to eat both of you,

the little one first.

[growling]

-I promise you, Mr. Troll,

I'll give you something sweet and delicious.

And if you don't like it,

then you can eat me in two, too.

-Ow!

-Well, all right, but you better be quick.

I'm hungry, and I'm not waiting all day.

-Here, a blueberry pie.

-Blueberry pie!

-Mm.

Remember, if I don't like it, I remember.

You'll eat us both.

Just try that and see what you think.

-Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.

-That was good.

You wouldn't happen to have another one of those, would you?

-Only if you promised to stop eating everyone

who crosses your bridge.

-I promise.

I'll never eat another hen or duck or cat or little dog

or anyone ever again.

Only blueberry pies.

-Yay, blueberry pie!

-Is it Emily wonderful?

She fixed that old troll.

And the troll was true to his word.

He never ate anyone again.

And that's why we have the blueberry picnic every year.

-Ew.

-Very good, little bear.

-Yay!

-Yay, blueberry pie!

-Yay, blueberry pie!

-Yay, blueberry pie!

-Ooh!

-Ooh!

-Watch out for the troll.

-Ooh!

-Oh, too, too.

Let the blueberry picnic begin.

-Hooray!

-Yay, blueberry pie!

-Yay, blueberry pie!

-Good morning, little bear.

Good morning, Emily.

Want to come fishing with me?

-Sure, I'll get Lucy.

-Lucy?

-Come on, we can take a shortcut through here.

-Um...

-Lucy might get all scratched and dirty.

-Oh.

-Come on.

The best spot is on the other side.

-Oh, dear, huh?

-Lucy might get wet.

-Lucy likes watching you fish, little bear.

-Didn't you catch anything today?

-No, and it was all because of Lucy.

-Well, Emily doesn't want to leave Lucy all by herself.

And Lucy doesn't want to do anything that might get her dirty.

-Oh.

-I know.

What if Lucy had a friend?

-A doll friend?

-Yes.

Then Emily could leave her home,

and Lucy wouldn't be lonesome.

-A friend for Lucy.

What a good idea, little bear.

-Could you help me make a friend, mother bear?

-We'll make one together.

-Just pick a color you like.

-All right.

Not red.

-Not blue.

-Not yellow.

-Not purple.

-Oh, how about this?

-Hmm, I like it.

-So do I.

It's nice and fuzzy and brown, just like you.

[laughing]

-Hmm.

What do you think?

-Perfect.

-Almost done, mother bear.

There. What's next?

-The fabric.

-I'll pin the paper down, so it doesn't move.

-That's one side.

Now we need the other.

-Two sides?

-Front and back.

-I'll cut the back.

-They match.

-Now we sew the two pieces together.

-Can I thread the needle for you?

-Sure.

-This isn't so easy.

-Try wetting the end with your tongue.

-Like this?

Look!

I did it!

-You did?

-Uh-oh.

I think we forgot something.

What's that?

-Ears.

-What next?

Eyes!

-Oh. [laughs]

Not those.

-There. That's better.

-Brown eyes. Like mine.

It's almost done.

-Something's missing, though.

Can you guess what?

[laughs]

-A nose!

-We forgot something else.

Oops.

That's better.

There's a hole here.

You forgot to sew it up, Mother Bear.

-I didn't forget.

That's where we put in the stuffing.

-Stuffing?

-So the doll will be soft.

What we need is some milkweed fluff

so we can finish making Lucy's friend.

-Little Bear.

-Where are you going?

-What's this ag for?

-I have to find fluff.

-Fluff?

-To stuff Lucy's friend with.

-Lucy has a friend?

-Little Bear!

-Wait up!

-Who's Lucy's friend?

-Why does your friend have to get stuffed?

-Lucy's friend is a doll.

Mother Bear and I made it,

and now we need fluff to stuff it with.

-Why didn't you say so?

There's lots of fluff down by the river.

-Thank you, Hen.

-Little Bear.

-Wait for us.

-We want to help.

-There's plenty of milkweed over here.

-I've got a ton.

-Huh? Huh?

-Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.

-No, you don't.

-Never mind.

This should be enough.

Thank you for helping me, everybody.

-There, Little Bear, Lucy's friend is done.

-A fishing pole.

-I hope he's a good fisherman.

-Like you.

[giggles]

-Whoa!

You are right, Little Bear.

This is a great fishing spot.

-Oh, I've got another one, too.

-Lucy seems to be having a good time.

-Yes, she is.

Now that she has a friend to play with,

what shall we call him?

-Oops.

-We forgot to pick a name.

Let's call him "Fisherman Bear"

because he likes to fish, just like you.

Good idea.