Happiness Is a Warm Blanket, Charlie Brown

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Tell me where you buried the blanket!

Tell me where you buried the blanket!

Please, tell me where it is.

Good grief. How did this happen?

All right, gang,

this is the beginning of a new season.

And if we're going to improve this year,

we'll need to work extra hard.

You and that stupid blanket.

You're out.

I can't stand it.

If I were you, I would be afraid of what

the other kids would say about that blanket.

Do you have anything in your pocket

you can throw into the air?

All I have is a piece of candy.

They don't say much.

Isn't he the cutest thing?

You fascinate me.

Never fall in love with a musician.

It's washday.

It's halfway through the first cycle.

It's in the rinse cycle.

It's in the spin cycle.

It's in the dryer.

Don't say anything.

Just go get a pair of scissors.

You know, Schroeder...

...I bet if we were married some day,

we'd be very happy.

While you were practicing the piano,

I'd be in the kitchen making your breakfast.

Then I'd bring it in like this.

And set it out all nice

and prop up your favorite newspaper...

...and pour your coffee.

Wouldn't that be romantic?

No!

I'll probably never get married.

My cards.

You and that stupid blanket.

What's it to you?

You think you'll be dragging that thing

around for the rest of your life.

Maybe I won't drag it around

for the rest of my life.

That's right, you won't.

Because I just talked to Grandma...

...and she says that none

of her other grandchildren has a blanket.

Tell Grandma that I'm very happy for her.

And that my admiration...

...for those other wonderfully well-adjusted

grandchildren knows no bounds.

Why don't you tell her yourself?

- Tell her myself?

- Yeah.

Because she'll be here in one week.

And this time, she's serious about

making you give up that stupid blanket.

Serious?

How serious?

She said that either you give up that blanket

by the time she gets here...

...or she'll do it for you.

Do it for me?

Yeah. By cutting the stupid thing up

into a thousand pieces.

Have you thought about how you're going

to rid yourself of your blanket, Linus?

It will be hard.

But I don't need this blanket.

I don't need it at all.

I can throw it away anytime I want to.

Grandma. Six days.

Never believe anything I say.

Look, Charlie Brown, you've got to help me

break this blanket habit.

Why don't you let me try

to find some sort of substitute?

Well?

It works pretty well.

But it does have its drawbacks.

Linus, I really like you.

You're my Sweet Babboo.

But I could like you even more

if you'd give up that blanket.

Besides, no future husband of mine

is going to sit around holding a blanket.

I'm not your Sweet Babboo.

I'm not your future husband.

And I don't really care

if you like me or not.

I look forward to the day when

I'll understand girls.

I need your help, Charlie Brown.

I'm going to try and kick this blanket

once and for all.

I want you to take care of it for me.

But no matter how much I plead,

don't give it back to me.

Good grief. I can't do it.

I think I've changed my mind.

Please, give it back.

You're weaker than I am.

Now let's do it right this time.

You hang onto it for me, but don't give it

to me even if I beg you for it.

Don't give it back to me

no matter how much I plead.

No matter how desperate I become.

I've changed my mind. I want it.

No, no, no!

Good grief.

What's the matter?

"What's the matter?" he asks.

You're a disgrace.

No girl could ever like anyone

as dirty as you.

Girls like boys who are clean and neat

and who keep their shoelaces tied.

But there are a lot of things more important

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