Happiness Is a Warm Blanket, Charlie Brown Page #5

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What do you want?

Do you want to see me unhappy?

Do you want to see me insecure?

Do you want to see me end up

like Charlie Brown?

Even your crazy dog, Charlie Brown.

Suppertime, suppertime, suppertime.

Nothing but suppertime, 24 hours a day.

Are any of you secure?!

Hi, Grandma. How are you?

I'm fine, I guess.

My blanket? Yes, I do have it, Grandma.

I have it right here.

Yes, I know.

I know you're against kids

carrying blankets.

Yes, I know.

And I know that

I can't keep fooling you forever.

But I want to say something, Grandma.

It's that I need this blanket.

It's the only real security I have.

Remember the last time you were here,

Grandma?

Remember when you drank

12 cups of coffee?

Perhaps your drinking

12 cups of coffee...

...was not unlike my need for

a security blanket.

Hand it over?

You want me to hand it over?

I decoyed her with a dishtowel.

So your grandma's gone back home,

huh, Linus?

Yup. No more fights over my blanket.

No more arguments.

She really thought she could

make me get rid of it.

Actually, I was sorry to see her go.

I'm going to miss the thrill of the chase.

Grandma?

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