Happiness Is a Warm Blanket, Charlie Brown Page #4

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Uh, there's no mail for me?

Why do you care if there's mail for you?

- No reason.

- Ha!

The Air Rescue Service mailed you

your blanket and you're waiting for it.

If that blanket of mine is lost in the mail,

it's your fault, you know.

They'll have to haul me away

kicking and screaming.

I crack up and they haul me away,

what are you going to do?

I'll write you.

That's the first time

I've ever seen a kite explode.

Hey, Linus. Come here. Hurry.

I don't think your blanket was lost

in the mail at all.

I might have known.

My blanket. My beautiful blanket.

It's torn and it's damp, but it's mine.

No. I'll probably never get married.

- Well, that's that.

- What?

Grandma's coming this afternoon.

So I thought I'd help you cure yourself

of that stupid habit once and for all.

What did you do?

I buried it.

You buried my blanket?!

You can't do that!

I just got it back!

I had no choice.

Grandma expects you to be done with

that dumb blanket before she gets here.

Tell me where you buried it.

Tell me.

Tell me, tell me, tell me.

Oh, tell me.

Please, tell me where you buried it.

Gotta find it. Gotta find it. Gotta find it.

Gotta find it. Gotta find it. Gotta find it.

I'll find it. I'll find it.

Do you hear me?! I'll find it!

Tell me where you buried the blanket!

Tell me where you buried the blanket!

I hear my Sweet Babboo

got his blanket back.

Yeah. That nosy dog found it

and dug it up.

I don't care anymore. From now on,

I'm through trying to help people.

They never appreciate it anyway.

Pig Pen, you disgust me.

You know, Pig Pen,

I think we all owe you an apology.

We've all been teasing you a lot lately.

But who am I to tease you?

You may be dirty,

but at least you have character.

Me, I'm blah.

That's just what I am, blah.

I'm completely blah.

I was born blah and I'll die blah.

When you're looking at me...

...you're looking at the all-time

number-one champion blah.

This time,

I'm not letting you out of my sight.

- Where's my piano?

- You ruined our castle.

You and that stupid blanket.

That stupid blanket.

I told you to get rid of that thing.

That blanket is terrible.

What is it with you and that blanket?

Why do you have it?

I need my blanket!

I admit it!

Look at all of you.

Who among you doesn't

have an insecurity?

Who among you doesn't depend

on someone or something...

...to help you get through the day?

Who among you can cast the first stone?

How about you, Sally?

You with your endless Sweet Babboos.

Or you, Schroeder?

You with your Beethoven,

Beethoven, Beethoven.

And you, Lucy.

Never leaving Schroeder alone.

Obsessing over someone who doesn't care

if he ever sees you again.

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