Happiness Is a Warm Blanket, Charlie Brown

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Tell me where you buried the blanket!

Tell me where you buried the blanket!

Please, tell me where it is.

Good grief. How did this happen?

All right, gang,

this is the beginning of a new season.

And if we're going to improve this year,

we'll need to work extra hard.

You and that stupid blanket.

You're out.

I can't stand it.

If I were you, I would be afraid of what

the other kids would say about that blanket.

Do you have anything in your pocket

you can throw into the air?

All I have is a piece of candy.

They don't say much.

Isn't he the cutest thing?

You fascinate me.

Never fall in love with a musician.

It's washday.

It's halfway through the first cycle.

It's in the rinse cycle.

It's in the spin cycle.

It's in the dryer.

Don't say anything.

Just go get a pair of scissors.

You know, Schroeder...

...I bet if we were married some day,

we'd be very happy.

While you were practicing the piano,

I'd be in the kitchen making your breakfast.

Then I'd bring it in like this.

And set it out all nice

and prop up your favorite newspaper...

...and pour your coffee.

Wouldn't that be romantic?

No!

I'll probably never get married.

My cards.

You and that stupid blanket.

What's it to you?

You think you'll be dragging that thing

around for the rest of your life.

Maybe I won't drag it around

for the rest of my life.

That's right, you won't.

Because I just talked to Grandma...

...and she says that none

of her other grandchildren has a blanket.

Tell Grandma that I'm very happy for her.

And that my admiration...

...for those other wonderfully well-adjusted

grandchildren knows no bounds.

Why don't you tell her yourself?

- Tell her myself?

- Yeah.

Because she'll be here in one week.

And this time, she's serious about

making you give up that stupid blanket.

Serious?

How serious?

She said that either you give up that blanket

by the time she gets here...

...or she'll do it for you.

Do it for me?

Yeah. By cutting the stupid thing up

into a thousand pieces.

Have you thought about how you're going

to rid yourself of your blanket, Linus?

It will be hard.

But I don't need this blanket.

I don't need it at all.

I can throw it away anytime I want to.

Grandma. Six days.

Never believe anything I say.

Look, Charlie Brown, you've got to help me

break this blanket habit.

Why don't you let me try

to find some sort of substitute?

Well?

It works pretty well.

But it does have its drawbacks.

Linus, I really like you.

You're my Sweet Babboo.

But I could like you even more

if you'd give up that blanket.

Besides, no future husband of mine

is going to sit around holding a blanket.

I'm not your Sweet Babboo.

I'm not your future husband.

And I don't really care

if you like me or not.

I look forward to the day when

I'll understand girls.

I need your help, Charlie Brown.

I'm going to try and kick this blanket

once and for all.

I want you to take care of it for me.

But no matter how much I plead,

don't give it back to me.

Good grief. I can't do it.

I think I've changed my mind.

Please, give it back.

You're weaker than I am.

Now let's do it right this time.

You hang onto it for me, but don't give it

to me even if I beg you for it.

Don't give it back to me

no matter how much I plead.

No matter how desperate I become.

I've changed my mind. I want it.

No, no, no!

Good grief.

What's the matter?

"What's the matter?" he asks.

You're a disgrace.

No girl could ever like anyone

as dirty as you.

Girls like boys who are clean and neat

and who keep their shoelaces tied.

But there are a lot of things more important

than just being clean.

What on earth are you doing here?

I need professional help.

I can't get rid of this blanket.

It's the only thing that keeps me going.

Well, as they say on TV...

...the mere fact that you realize

you need help...

...indicates that you are not

too far gone.

But I'm in sad shape.

Have no fear, little brother.

My job is to heal.

To guide the patient.

To be that voice gently whispering

sound advice into his ear.

Grow up!

Too much healing can be hazardous

to your health.

Schroeder, if I told you I had the feeling

you and I would get married someday...

...would you chuckle lightly

or laugh loud and long?

I don't know.

It's kind of hard to say offhand.

Schroeder, I have the feeling

you and I will get married someday.

Loud and long.

This is it.

Give me back my blanket.

No. I've got it and I'm going to keep it.

This is the start you need

to break the habit.

Hey, now, let's talk this thing over.

Listen. When Grandma gets here...

...she expects you to be done

with this blanket.

But she's not here yet.

I know. That's why this is just a start.

We'll see if you can do without it

for a while.

Besides, you said you could give up

this blanket anytime.

Now you're going to have to prove it.

Why don't you just tear off a little corner

and let me give it up gradually?

King me.

So where did you put my blanket?

I put it in the hall closet

and locked the door.

We'll see if you can do without it

until dinner.

Until dinner? Is that all?

Why, of course, I can.

Dinner? Ha!

It'll be a cinch.

Dinner.

Hey, Linus. Where's your blanket?

Lucy locked it in the closet.

She wants me to do without it

until dinner.

It's her way of getting me to gradually

free myself of it before Grandma comes.

You don't look too well.

How would you look

if your whole nervous system was shot?

No substitutes.

King me.

And no substitutes.

No substitutes!

Well, my Sweet Babboo...

...I hear you're going to go without

your blanket for a whole day.

I'm not your Sweet Babboo.

I'll never last until dinner.

I have hot and cold flashes.

My eyes won't focus.

I gotta have that blanket.

I'm cracking up and nobody cares.

Nobody, nobody, nobody!

I think your keeping the blanket away from

Linus has gone far enough, Lucy.

You'd better unlock the closet

and give it back.

What makes you say that, Charlie Brown?

I guess maybe you're right.

Three days!

Pig Pen, you're a disgrace.

You're a mess when you eat,

a mess when you play...

...and a mess when you're just

standing still.

Why are you always so dirty?

When in the world are you going

to clean up?

I have affixed to me

the dirt of countless ages.

Who am I to disturb history?

Schroeder loves me. He loves me not.

He loves me. He loves me not.

He loves me. He loves me not.

Hooray!

No manager in the history of baseball...

...has ever had to go through what

I have to go through.

What's going on here?!

I knew I'd never get away with it.

Snoopy, where is it?

When I find you, I'll fix you good.

I mean it.

Now, all you have to do is

hold the kite like this...

...and then let go when I tell you to.

Are you ready?

Okay, let go.

My kite. My beautiful kite.

You didn't let go.

I said to let go and you didn't let go.

You didn't say "please."

I'm mad this time, Snoopy.

I'm really mad.

Where is he? Where is that stupid dog?

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