Happiness Is a Warm Blanket, Charlie Brown Page #2

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What's the matter with you?

Snoopy has my blanket.

And when I find him, I'll fix him good.

Say, that's a beautiful kite, Lucy.

It's very pretty.

Sort of a pale blue, isn't it?

It's just about the same color

as my... blanket!

You made a kite out of my blanket?

How could you?

Well, I just took the blanket...

...folded two corners together like this,

then...

Oops.

You let go of it! You let go of it!

You made a kite out of my blanket

and then you let go of it!

Stop complaining.

Grandma will be here in two days.

I did you a favor.

What am I going to do without

that blanket?!

I can't face life unarmed!

What are you looking at, Linus?

Lucy made a kite out of my blanket.

Then she let go of it.

It flew away.

My blanket flew completely out of sight.

Way out over some houses

and some trees.

I bet I'll never see it again.

You're an expert on kites, Charlie Brown.

What do you think?

I think maybe I should try making a kite

out of a blanket.

I want to run an ad in the paper,

Charlie Brown.

You write it and I'll dictate it.

Lost, one light blue blanket

in the shape of a kite.

Please return.

Anything else?

Owner desperate.

What if it never landed?

What if it kept flying?

What if it went out over the ocean?

Oh, my poor blanket!

It's always been afraid of the water!

It can't swim!

It can't even wade!

Where's Linus?

How should I know?

He's probably standing somewhere waiting

for his stupid blanket to come back.

Why'd you have to let go of it?

It's for his own good, Charlie Brown.

He has two days left to break that dumb

habit before Grandma gets here.

He might as well get used to it now.

You know, Lucy, I have to admit,

I see some value in this blanket business.

It seems to put him in a mood

for contemplation.

I imagine it quiets his mind

so he can really think about things.

In fact, I think a lot of your problems

would be solved, Lucy, if you had a blanket.

Maybe if you had a blanket,

you wouldn't be so crabby.

And so mean-spirited. And so...

Quick-tempered.

Star light, star bright

First star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might

Have the wish I wish tonight

I wish I had my Sweet Babboo

right here beside me.

You stupid star.

This first night without the blanket

is going to be the hardest.

It's hard on a little kid who has always

depended on a blanket...

...suddenly to be deprived of it.

He's feverish.

Is it morning yet?

No, it's only 10:00.

Ten o'clock?

This night is going to last forever.

I'll never make it.

Why did Lucy have to let go

of my blanket?

Why?

It's nice of you to sit up with me

this first night.

This is what friends are for.

Good old Charlie Brown.

He's finally gone to sleep.

Maybe if he can make it through the night

without his blanket, he'll be all right.

Sleep is just what he needs.

If he can just sleep for...

How's he doing?

I can't go through another night

like last night again.

Can't I try and find you another substitute

or something, Linus?

Would you give a starving dog

a rubber bone?

You know, Charlie Brown, when a child

is without his security blanket...

...people don't realize what

it does to him.

But that blanket sure can cause

you problems, Linus.

Listen, Charlie Brown.

That old blanket soaks up all my fears

and frustrations.

Don't you have fears and frustrations,

Charlie Brown?

- Blockhead.

- Blockhead.

Blockhead.

Here comes old Charlie Brown.

Good old Charlie Brown. Yes, sir.

How I hate him.

They found it! I'm saved!

Look, look! I got a telegram from

the Air Rescue Service.

They found my blanket floating

in the ocean.

- They even put it in the mail for me.

- Wow!

I'll say.

They found my blanket, Charlie Brown.

They found my blanket.

Here's a telegram for you.

Grandma. One more day.

Uh, there's no mail for me?

Why do you care if there's mail for you?

- No reason.

- Ha!

The Air Rescue Service mailed you

your blanket and you're waiting for it.

If that blanket of mine is lost in the mail,

it's your fault, you know.

They'll have to haul me away

kicking and screaming.

I crack up and they haul me away,

what are you going to do?

I'll write you.

That's the first time

I've ever seen a kite explode.

Hey, Linus. Come here. Hurry.

I don't think your blanket was lost

in the mail at all.

I might have known.

My blanket. My beautiful blanket.

It's torn and it's damp, but it's mine.

No. I'll probably never get married.

- Well, that's that.

- What?

Grandma's coming this afternoon.

So I thought I'd help you cure yourself

of that stupid habit once and for all.

What did you do?

I buried it.

You buried my blanket?!

You can't do that!

I just got it back!

I had no choice.

Grandma expects you to be done with

that dumb blanket before she gets here.

Tell me where you buried it.

Tell me.

Tell me, tell me, tell me.

Oh, tell me.

Please, tell me where you buried it.

Gotta find it. Gotta find it. Gotta find it.

Gotta find it. Gotta find it. Gotta find it.

I'll find it. I'll find it.

Do you hear me?! I'll find it!

Tell me where you buried the blanket!

Tell me where you buried the blanket!

I hear my Sweet Babboo

got his blanket back.

Yeah. That nosy dog found it

and dug it up.

I don't care anymore. From now on,

I'm through trying to help people.

They never appreciate it anyway.

Pig Pen, you disgust me.

You know, Pig Pen,

I think we all owe you an apology.

We've all been teasing you a lot lately.

But who am I to tease you?

You may be dirty,

but at least you have character.

Me, I'm blah.

That's just what I am, blah.

I'm completely blah.

I was born blah and I'll die blah.

When you're looking at me...

...you're looking at the all-time

number-one champion blah.

This time,

I'm not letting you out of my sight.

- Where's my piano?

- You ruined our castle.

You and that stupid blanket.

That stupid blanket.

I told you to get rid of that thing.

That blanket is terrible.

What is it with you and that blanket?

Why do you have it?

I need my blanket!

I admit it!

Look at all of you.

Who among you doesn't

have an insecurity?

Who among you doesn't depend

on someone or something...

...to help you get through the day?

Who among you can cast the first stone?

How about you, Sally?

You with your endless Sweet Babboos.

Or you, Schroeder?

You with your Beethoven,

Beethoven, Beethoven.

And you, Lucy.

Never leaving Schroeder alone.

Obsessing over someone who doesn't care

if he ever sees you again.

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.

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