03x06 - Who Put the Beagle In Charge?

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"Battle of the Blanket."

Fresh air, sunshine, a good book,
and my trusty blanket by my side.

Life is sweet.

Why, hello, little fellow.

Have a nice life cycle!

Snoopy! Come back with my blanket!

Is there anything more satisfying
than that fresh-from-the-dryer smell?

Snoopy!

No sign of that pesky beagle.

Alone together, at last.

Not again!

Lucy, I need your advice.

No problem.
I'll even charge you the family rate.

Have a seat.

What seems to be the trouble?

Snoopy keeps snatching my blanket.

I'm minding my own business,
and just when I least expect it,

swoosh, it's gone.

It's simple, Linus.
Snoopy thinks this is a game.

He's trying to get a reaction from you.

What you have to do is ignore him.
No reaction, no game.

Ten cents, please.

Isn't it usually five cents?

Families are complicated.

Lucy's right.

Whatever Snoopy does, from now on,
I'm going to be as cool as a cucumber.

Cool as a cucumber.

Hello, Snoopy.
Looks like you have my blanket again.

I hope you enjoy it. I'm off for a walk.

I think it's working.

Cool as a cucumber.

How about this weather, huh?
Have you ever seen a sky so blue?

Cool as a cucumber.

That looks like fun.

Keep it together, Linus.

Boo!

Don't react.

Just stay cool as a cucumber.

I can't stand it! Give me back my blanket!

Come back here!

I wonder how Linus is doing.

Let me guess. You didn't ignore him.

He's hopeless. Nothing I try is working.

Not to worry.

I have a plan that's guaranteed to work.

Tell him that you want him
to have your blanket.

Why would I do that?

If you tell Snoopy
you want him to have it,

then he won't want it.

It's called reverse psychology.

I read all about it in this big book.

I suppose if it's in a big book like that,
there must be something to it.

Snoopy, I've been thinking.
I want you to have my blanket.

In fact,
I insist that you take it right now.

Please, Snoopy.

You'd be doing me a huge favor
by taking it.

I can't believe it.

It worked. It actually w--

That's it! I've had it with this beagle.

Snoopy.

I thought we were friends.

How would you like it if I made a game
out of taking something of yours?

In fact, maybe that's just
what I should do.

I can't go through with it.
That's not what friends do.

I know taking my blanket
is your way of being playful,

but sometimes, I get tired of playing.

We can still have fun.

We just have to find a compromise.

"Charlie Brown Hits a Home Run."

Tag! You're "it"!

You'll never catch me!

Sorry to interrupt,
but I need Snoopy's help with something.

That's okay.
Snoopy's too hard to beat at tag anyway.

I have to get in some batting practice,

and I need you
to fetch the ball after I hit it.

It'll be fun.

How far did it go?

My timing was a bit off,
but I'm warmed up now.

Third time's a charm.

I did it. I finally hit a home ru--

Hey!

All right.

Some blockhead just hit this ball
through my kitchen window.

I'm really sorry, Lucy.

You should be, Charlie Brown.

That beagle of yours broke my window
with his careless home run.

Actually, Lucy, I was the one
who hit the ball through your window.

You?

You, Charlie Brown,
hit the ball all the way to my house?

Hey, get this.

Charlie Brown says he hit a baseball
from here all the way to my house

and through my kitchen window.

You're kidding.

No way!

I don't know what you're laughing at.
You're the one getting blamed.

Good ol' Charlie Brown.

As for you, beagle, you owe me the cost
of a new window.

That's gotta be $5.75.

Don't worry, pal.
I'm not going to let you take the blame.

$5.75.

There's a quarter.
Another quarter. A dime.

That's a button.
I'm not sure how that got in there.

What are you doing, big brother?

I'm paying back Lucy.

I hit a baseball in the park,
and it broke her kitchen window,

though she doesn't believe it was me.

You believe I could hit a ball that far,
don't you, Sally?

Please don't make me choose

between being a supportive sister
and the truth.

Thank you, Charlie Brown.

And as for you, next time,
be more careful.

Lucy, I really was the one
who hit that ball through your window.

It's noble of you to try
and take the blame, Charlie Brown,

but this is getting ridiculous.

But it was me. I'll prove it.

Hang on.

I was gripping the bat
a little tight that time.

Oh, yeah.

All right, that one was my fault.

Come on.

I got this.

Wait. I can do it.

Is it so hard to believe
I could hit a baseball that far?

If only there was a way to prove I did it.

The world-famous attorney?
Does this mean you'll take my case?

Great.

With you by my side,
there's no way I won't be found guilty.

Why am I here again?

My attorney intends to prove
beyond a reasonable doubt

that I was the one who hit that home run
through your window.

Good grief.

I tagged Snoopy, and then he tagged me.

But did you see him hit the ball or not?

See who hit what?

Factoring in time of year,
wind currents and barometric pressure,

it is not entirely
outside the realm of possibility

that Charles could hit a ball
through Lucille's window.

However, it is unlikely.

Ha!

I've never known Charlie Brown to lie.

Then again, I've also never known him
to hit a ball that far.

That's it!

This is a complete waste of time!
Face it, Charlie Brown, you're innocent!

I'm not. Snoopy is.

I must be the first person ever acquitted
because of low expectations,

and all because no one believes
I can do this.

-Big brother, you finally did it!
-Go, Charles!

You did it, Charlie Brown.

Gee, Charlie Brown. I guess you really can
hit a ball that far.

I'm sorry I ever doubted you.

And you owe me another $5.75
for a new window.

Rats.

"Party Crashers."

Snoopy, something came for you.

It's marked "urgent."

It's a bill from Woodstock.

He says that you owe him $3
for a flower pot

that you broke at his party.

The bill also says,

"To avoid interest penalties,
payment is due immediately."

He must be really upset.
He didn't even ask about breakfast.

Ha!

Friendships can be complicated.

I should know.

This is my favorite bench.

You can see the whole park from here.

There's nothing better
than spending the day at the park

with a good friend, don't you think?

Snoopy, I know you and Woodstock
are upset about that flower pot,

but ask yourself this.

Do you want to think about the one time
he made you angry

or all the times he's made you happy?

I really do like this bench.