It Was a Short Summer, Charlie Brown Page #5

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and we don't need any training time.

Today after lunch, the girls' representative,

and I might add, the world's champion...

...will meet your challenger

and decide the issue.

GIRLS:
Hey, manager.

Are you the boys' champion?

You'd better be better at wrist wrestling

than you are at swimming, or ball playing...

...or canoeing, or running,

or jumping, or pillow fighting...

...or sack racing, or basketball playing,

or field hockey, or volleyballing.

Good grief.

Snoopy, you'd better not eat

till after the contest.

However, just in case, you can have

plenty of that solution of Linus'.

Aah. Aah-ha.

GIRLS:

Hooray for Lucy. Yay!

Sock it to him, champ. Yay!

BOYS:

The Masked Marvel.

Hey, it's that funny kid with the big nose,

their shortstop.

The only decent athlete on their side.

BOYS:

Hooray for the boys.

Hooray.

GIRLS:

Girls, girls.

Rah, rah, rah.

[CROWD CHATTERING, CHEERING]

Augh!

Foul. Foul.

This stupid Masked Marvel fouled.

And I'm the rightful winner. I won.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Rats. They've all got their assignments,

HALVERSON:

Wah-wah. Wah-wah-wah-wah.

My essay?

Yes, ma'am, I have it right here.

But I couldn't write 500 words.

I only wrote 13.

HALVERSON:

Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah.

Detail?

Yes, I suppose I could have gone

into more detail.

But with the kind of summers I have,

it's best to try to forget the details.

I got an A on my vacation paper,

Charlie Brown. What did you get?

- I got a C-minus.

- That's too bad.

Oh, well.

It was a short summer, Charlie Brown.

And it looks like it's going

to be a long winter.

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