A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving

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Charlie Brown. Oh, Charlie Brown.

I can't believe it.

She must think

I'm the most stupid person alive.

Come on, Charlie Brown.

I'll hold the ball and you kick it.

Hold it? Ha!

You'll pull it away

and I'll land flat on my back and kill myself.

But Charlie Brown, it's Thanksgiving.

What's that got to do with anything?

Why, one of the greatest traditions we have

is the Thanksgiving Day football game.

And the biggest, most important tradition

of all is the kicking off of the football.

Is that right?

Absolutely. Come on, Charlie Brown.

It's a big honor for you.

Well, if it's that important, a person

should never turn down a big honor.

Maybe I should do it.

Besides, she wouldn't try to trick me

on a traditional holiday.

This time I'm gonna kick that football

clear to the moon.

[SCREAMING]

Isn't it peculiar, Charlie Brown,

how some traditions just slowly fade away?

What's the matter, big brother?

Nothing.

I was just checking the mail box.

What did you expect? A turkey card?

Holidays always depress me.

I know what you mean.

I went down to buy a turkey tree...

...and all they have

are things for Christmas.

For Christmas? Already?

Anyway, why should I give thanks

on Thanksgiving?

What have I got to be thankful for?

All it does is make more work for us

at school.

Do you know what we have to do now?

We have to write an essay

on Stanley Miles.

You mean Miles Standish.

I can't keep track of all those people.

What's all the commotion?

We've got another holiday

to worry about.

It seems Thanksgiving Day is upon us.

I haven't even finished eating

all my Halloween candy.

Sally, Thanksgiving

is a very important holiday.

Ours was the first country in the world

to make a national holiday to give thanks.

Isn't he the cutest thing?

What are you gonna do on Thanksgiving,

Charlie Brown?

My mother and dad and Sally and I...

...are all going over to my grandmother's

for dinner.

Why don't you come along, Linus?

We could hold hands under the table.

[YELLS]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Hi, Chuck. This is Peppermint Patty.

How you been, Chuck?

- Okay, I guess.

- Do you kind of miss me, Chuck?

- Well, I, uh...

- That's okay, Chuck.

I know you probably can't talk

because someone's listening.

We'll keep these intimate things

to ourselves, okay, Chuck?

Well, I, uh...

Listen, I really have a treat for you.

My dad's been called out of town.

He said I can go to your house

and share Thanksgiving with you, Chuck.

Well, I, uh...

I don't mind inviting myself over

because I know you kind of like me, Chuck.

Well, I, uh...

Okay, that's a date.

See you soon, you sly devil.

- Oh, brother.

- Now what?

Peppermint Patty's coming

to Thanksgiving dinner.

We won't even be home.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Hello?

PATTY:
Hi, Chuck.

Listen, I have even greater news.

- Remember that great kid, Marcie?

- Sure.

I just talked to her

and she kind of would like to see you again.

Her folks said it would be okay

if she joined us.

So you can count on two

for dinner, Chuck.

But I just don't know.

This will be okay with your folks,

won't it, Chuck?

Well, the problem is...

Don't worry,

we won't make any problems.

We'll help clean up the dishes

and everything.

Just save me a drumstick and the neck,

okay, Chuck? See you, Chuck.

How do I always get into these things?

Now she's bringing Marcie too.

It's your own fault

because you're so wishy-washy.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello?

Hey, guess who just walked in over here.

It's Franklin.

I told him about the big turkey party

you're having...

...and he's sure

his folks will let him come.

Hey, Chuck, this is gonna be

the biggest bash of the year. See you.

I think I'm losing control

of the whole world.

- Now what's wrong?

- Now she's bringing Franklin too.

Peppermint Patty has invited herself, Marcie

and Franklin over for Thanksgiving dinner...

...and I'm not even going to be home.

I'm going to be at my grandmother's.

Why don't you just call her back

and explain it to her?

You can't explain anything

to Peppermint Patty...

...because you never get to say anything.

I'm doomed.

Three guests for Thanksgiving

and I'm not even going to be home.

Peppermint Patty will hate me

for the rest of my life.

What time are you going over

to your grandmother's, Charlie Brown?

We're supposed to be there by 4:30.

Okay, that makes it easy.

You simply have two dinners.

You cook the first one yourself

for your friends...

...and then you go to your grandmother's

with your family for the second one.

I can't cook a Thanksgiving dinner.

All I can make is cold cereal

and maybe toast.

That's right, I've seen you make toast.

You can't butter it,

but maybe we could help you.

Snoopy, you go out to the garage

and get a table...

...that we can set up in the back yard.

[GRUMBLING]

We don't have any time to play, Snoopy.

Please get some chairs around the table.

[SCREAMING]

[LAUGHS]

What are we going to wear

to this big Thanksgiving party, sir?

And what time do we go?

Well, kid, I'm gonna go like this.

Old Chuck is pretty cool about dates.

He always wears that striped shirt of his.

I just talked to Charlie Brown.

He said dinner will be served a little earlier.

Great, we're ready.

Do you think I should wear a tie?

No, you can come as you are, Franklin.

Old Chuck won't mind.

Besides, he didn't say it was formal.

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