01x12 - It's That Team Spirit, Charlie Brown

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Where's Snoopy?I don't know.

Lately, he thinks he's a vulture.

That's the craziest thing I've ever

heard.

If you'll pardon my saying so, your

swooping leaves much to be desired.

Maybe you should go to swoop school.

Don't bug me, bagel.

I've got to convince him. I've got

to.

Linus, there's still time for you to make

a New Year's resolution to give up that

blanket. You know, I

think you're right. I think if I'm ever

going to get rid of it, now is the time.

So I'll just throw it away and be done

with it once and for all.

Never believe anything I say.

That's stupid, Beagle. OK,

wise guy, I'm going to put it to you

straight. I've got your supper dish.

Hand over that blanket right now, or

you'll never see your supper dish again.

You know, I can't possibly tell you how

sick I get of seeing you drag around that

stupid blanket. It's not

stupid. This blanket has many very

practical uses. That's a

laugh. You just have no

imagination, that's all.

I have plenty imagination.

Doesn't take any imagination to see he's

crazy. Of all the brothers in the world,

I have to get him.

But you have to admit, he's done it

again. HuhI said

Linus has done it again. You'd better go

see for yourself.

I'm going to ask you a question and I'd

like a straight answer. Good

luck. Do you intend to

hold on to that blanket for the rest of

your life?What do you care?

Well, I've always sort of regarded you as

husband material and... Forget

it. He just

insulted me, big brother. Slug him.

Who's gonna slug who?What?

Go ahead, big brother. Slug him a good

one. All right, Charlie Brown. I've heard

enough. Come on, put him up. Put him up

and let's get this over right now. Come

on, put him up.

I never know what's going on.

Stop chewing on your pencil, Sir. It

makes me very nervous.

Why should it bother you, Marcy?

No one can be expected to concentrate

sitting behind a Beaver.

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one good old fashioned maybe.

We're going to be late for school, Sir.

I'm not going, Marcy. I can't take it

anymore. I'm getting dumber

every day and it's all just too

embarrassing. I'm the only kid in the

history of education to have a

straight Z average.

You have to go to school, Sir. You can't

just quit. Why can't I?

Yesterday, one of the teachers even

criticized my lunch.

She said I had too many doughnuts and not

enough carrots. It's time to quit

when they even criticize your lunch.

Now what are you doing?I'm not

doing anything, Marcie. I'm just going to

sit here for the rest of my life with my

old friend Snoopy. Don't do

that, sir. Come down. Come

down right now and go to

school with me. Nope.

I'm going to stay right here because old

Snoop is the only one who understands me.

Sir, please come down and let's go to

school. If we hurry, we can

still make it to second period.

I hate second period. Besides,

I've already told you, I'm going to sit

here with Snoopy for the rest of my life.

We're just going to sit here and beep

each other on the nose. Beep.

Sir, you're being very foolish.

I'm losing my patience with you, sir. We

have to go to school. Come down from

there right now and let's go to school.

Marcy, has anyone ever told you that when

you're mad,You look just like Billie Jean

King.

Marcy, what are you doing here?

I've been waiting for you to get home,

Chuck. Do

you realize I missed school today?

I've spent the whole day in your backyard

trying to get Peppermint Patty to come

down off Snoopy's house.

See?She's been sitting up there all

day. She wouldn't come down and go to

school. But what can I do?

Good answer, Chuck. Sir,

please, let's not miss any more school.

Forget it. I'm just going to

sit here with my old friend Snoopy for

the rest of my life. He's

never had any education and he's done all

right.

Sir, if you don't come down, I'm going to

drag you down. Hey,

let go. Let go, Marcie.

You're pulling the whole house down.

Marcie, you're destroying Chuck's

guest cottage. Marcie, let go.

Marcie. Somebody stop her.

She's gone insane. Marcie, let

go. Let go. Somebody stop her! She's

pulling the whole house down! Marcie, let

go! Oh, no!

Arr!

Wow. All right, Marcie,

I hope you're satisfied. You've

destroyed Chuck's guest cottage. It's

not a guest cottage, sir. It's a

dog house, and Snoopy is not a

funny-looking kid with a big nose.

He's a beagle! When are you going to

face up to reality?

A beagle?

Come on, sir, let's go home. A

beagle?

I don't know how we'll explain missing

school today, but I'll think of

something. A beagle?

We could say we had sore throats, but

that would be lying. A

Beagle. Psychological

problems. That's it. Well, tell them we

had some psychological problems.

A Beagle. Anyway, Sir, I've made

special arrangements to be sure you get

to school today. What

arrangements?I'm having you

helicoptered in. Are

you crazy, Marcy?There's no

such thing around here.

Here he comes now, Sir.

A beagle?

So here I am, about to go

riding again on the back of my

mother's bicycle to quote from the

Bible and the book of Ruth,

For a river thou goeth, I will go

like a b*llet. Sometimes Mom

pedals this bicycle like she's a

race driver. Other times,

she pedals very slow. Today we

must be going extra

slow. Ants are catching

up with us. This is my life,

riding on the back of Mom's bicycle.

Good breed! Look out for the truck!

Look out for the car! Look out for the

tree!Look out for the rock! Look out for

the renebrance! Look out for the dog!

Look out for the...

sprinkler. What

happens?She meets a friend and we

stop to talk. In the

meantime, I'm starving to

death. I don't think I

can survive on sucking the

juice from a wet mitten.

You don't want to ride back there all

alone, huhRerun gets

lonely riding on the back of Mom's

bicycle. He needs someone to ride with

him.

Hi, Snoopy. Hi, Shermy.

Glad you made it. Hi, Pigpen. Hi, Violet.

How's the world's prettiest third baseman?

Hi, Linus. Hi, Lucy. Hi, Patty. Hi,

Schroeder. How's the old throwing arm?

Well, it's real good seeing you all here

again, ready to begin the new baseball

season. Due to the rain today, we will

follow our rainy day schedule. This

means studying our signals. Now,

a good baseball team functions on the

knowledge of its signals. This year, we

will try to keep them simple. If I touch

my cap like this, it means for whoever

happens to be on base to try to steal.

If I clap my hands like this, it

means the batter is to hit straight away.

But if I put my hands on my hips like

this, then he or she is to

bunt. If I walk up and down in the

coaching box, it means for the batter to

wait out the pitcher. In other words, to

try for a walk. But now

after all is said and done. It must be

admitted that signals alone never won a

ball game. It's the spirit of the team

that counts, the interest that the

players show in their team. Am I right?

I said, am I right?

You're right.

You wanted me, manager?I

sure do. I think you need a little

practice on fly ba*ls, Lucy. So if you

get out there, I'll hit you a few. Just

trot out there and I'll hit some high

ones and we'll see how you do.

Well, go on, get out there before I hit

one and you have to chase it.

I'm warning you. I'm not going to wait.

I'll just go ahead and whack one so far

you'll have to run 50 miles. Go

ahead. Get moving. Get out there before I

swing, because I'm not waiting another

second. You better start moving. Here it

goes.

Everybody out to the mound.

All right, team, this is our first game

of the season. If we all show the right

spirit, I think we can win this one.

Let's try to encourage each other. Let's

hear a little chatter out there, okay?

You're beautiful, kid!

Brush this guy back! Hey, batter,

hey, batter, hey, batter! Come on,

Charlie Brown, strike him out!

I know you like a lot of chatter out

there, Manager, but I can't think of

anything to chatter. Well, how about

saying, Throw it by him, pitcher. Or how

about, He can't hit when he can't see.

Another good one is, Show him the high

hard one. Could you write some of those

down?Otherwise, I'll never be able to

remember them.

Thank you. This will be a big help.

OK, pitcher, throw it past him.

He can't hit what he can't see.

Pitch it hard, Charlie Brown.

Stay with him, kid. You can do

it, Charlie Brown. Show him the hard,

hard one, Charlie Brown.

Hey manager,

have you ever noticed how the people in

the stands really don't know what we're

saying?When we have these conferences on

the mound, all they have to go by is the

way we wave our arms. No

one in the stands can tell what I'm

really saying. What is it that you're

really saying?

I think you're kind of cute.

I can't stand it.

Ah Maybe

I should find out. Hey!

Hey manager! Ask your captor if he

still loves me. She wants to

know if you still love her. He says

no! Ask him why

not! She wants to know why

not. He says

there are so many reasons he can't

remember them. Really?

That's very depressing!

Do you mind if we get on with the game?

What game?The

baseball game!

Oh, that's right. I was wondering

why I was standing out here.

Hey, manager, what's this?

This is a homemade telephone. Put it

around your neck. We need better

communication between the pitcher's mail

and right field. Now, if you need

any advice on what to pitch or anything

like that, you can just call me.

I'll be right here. Call me

anytime. Maybe she has

something. All the professional teams use

telephones.

Hello. HelloHello

The number you have reached is not in

service at this time. Please make sure

you have dialed correctly.

Oh boy. The only thing that could

make it worse would be if it rained. I

hope someone caught that one. It would

end this inning. Somebody did catch that

last one. I guess I better get dressed.

I don't like the looks of those clouds.

They look kind of pretty to me.

Rat. How can we play baseball

today if it's going to rain?The

world needs rain. The world needs

baseball games, too. No, it

doesn't. It does too.

The world needs rain. The

world may need rain, but it also needs

baseball games. No, it doesn't.

It only needs rain. I admit the world

sometimes needs rain, but sometimes the

world needs baseball too. You're

wrong. The world always needs rain.

But the world definitely does not need

baseball games. Then why are you

carrying that baseball glove

in case it rains?

It's raining harder, manager. Let's call

the game. Are you crazy?This

is just a drizzle. Well, I call it rain.

I think I'll go home. You can't go home

now, Lucy. It's your turn to bat. It

is?Get up there and get a hit.

I can't take it. I'm getting soaked.

This is stupid. I'm going

home. Linus,

you're not leaving too. Of course

I'm leaving. You can't have baseball

practice in the rain. And don't tell

me it's going to clear up because it

isn't. You're losing your mind, Charlie

Brown. That's what's happening to you.

Anyone who hasn't got sense enough to

get in out of the rain is crazy.

You're a fanatic and you're losing your

mind. It's raining harder

every minute. And do you want to stand

out here and play baseball?Well,

I say you're crazy, Charlie Brown.

I say...

Charlie Brown. Charlie Brown!

You shouldn't have left. It looks like it

may clear up.