Lucy Must Be Traded, Charlie Brown Page #3

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Win.

Have you ever noticed what

a beautiful word that is?

Win-- what a wonderful sound.

Win, win, win.

Hello. Peppermint Patty?

l've decided to take you up

on your offer.

That's great, Chuck.

l'll give you five players

for Snoopy.

l'll guarantee,

it'll improve your team, Chuck.

Why don't l bring a contract

over on Monday,

and we'll settle

the whole deal, okay?

Uh... okay.

Okay, fine. Fine.

Good-bye.

What have l done?

l've traded away my own dog.

l've become a real manager.

Okay, Chuck,

here's the contract.

l'm trading you five

players for Snoopy.

l'm kind of nervous.

l've never taken part

in any big baseball

trades before.

Maybe l should think about this

a little while and...

Don't be ridiculous.

You want to build a

better team, don't you?

Come on,

sign right here.

Try not to let your hand

shake so much, Chuck.

You're spilling ink

all over the contract.

Snoopy, this is

a hard thing for me to say.

l've traded you

to Peppermint Patty

for five new players.

All l ask is a little

understanding,

and some sign from you that

you don't hate me.

You did what?!

l've traded Snoopy

to Peppermint Patty

for five good players.

He's the only player

she would trade for.

l had to do it.

But he's your own dog!

Does winning a ball game

mean that much to you?

l don't know; l've

never won a ball game.

You traded your own dog.

l'm so disappointed

in you, Charlie Brown,

that l don't even want

to talk to you.

And stop breathing

on my blanket.

l was so wrong.

l can see it now.

l simply lost all sense

of proportion.

The thought of possibly winning

a few ball games,

blinded me to the duty l have

to love and protect my dog.

Look, Snoopy,

l'm tearing up the contract.

l'm going to tell

Peppermint Patty

that the deal is off.

What did you say?

Oh, good grief.

What's this?

You've torn up

our contract, Chuck?

You must have

gotten my message.

What message?

Those five players l was

supposed to trade to you

said they'd

give up baseball

before they'd play

on your team.

Sorry, Chuck,

the deal's off.

l hope your feelings

aren't hurt.

l'm crushed.

Now that Snoopy's back,

maybe we can win some

of our final games.

Hey, manager,

l have a great idea.

You know what we ought

to do to win?

We ought to pray.

Pray?

Would that be fair?

Why not?

l pray all the time

out there in right field.

Me, too.

l always pray

they won't hit the ball to me.

Please don't let

him hit to me!

Please, not to me!

Not to me!

Not to me!

Oh, thank you!

Thank you!

Oh, thank you.

Amen.

l just can't stand it.

Hey, manager?

How come we don't have

cleats on our shoes?

Cleats?

You know, spikes.

Whenever l come to the

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