-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 ]
-Oh, Mother Bear.
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.