Lucy Must Be Traded, Charlie Brown Page #2

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baseball magazine just called.

Really? Do you think

they want to interview me?

No. They said

your subscription had run out.

Hey, pitcher, l'm going

to bring you something

l think you need.

Well, we lost again, manager.

Your whole team

is ready to quit.

Our season is in ruins.

l've made

a big decision.

This is

the time of year

when all the big

baseball trades are made.

l'm going to try

to improve our team

with a few shrewd trades.

Hey, that's a great

idea, Charlie Brown.

Why don't you

trade yourself?

Hello.

Hello. Peppermint Patty?

l was wondering

if you'd be interested

in trading

a few baseball players?

Well, l don't know, Chuck.

The only good player you have

is that little kid

with the big nose.

You mean Snoopy?

Oh, no, l could never trade him.

l was thinking more of Lucy.

Hello? Hello?

How are your baseball trades

coming, Charlie Brown?

Terrible.

Peppermint Patty said

the only player she would be

interested in would be Snoopy.

l told her no,

but maybe l was wrong.

You mean you'd trade

your own dog

just to win

a few ball games?

Win.

Have you ever noticed what

a beautiful word that is?

Win-- what a wonderful sound.

Win, win, win.

Hello. Peppermint Patty?

l've decided to take you up

on your offer.

That's great, Chuck.

l'll give you five players

for Snoopy.

l'll guarantee,

it'll improve your team, Chuck.

Why don't l bring a contract

over on Monday,

and we'll settle

the whole deal, okay?

Uh... okay.

Okay, fine. Fine.

Good-bye.

What have l done?

l've traded away my own dog.

l've become a real manager.

Okay, Chuck,

here's the contract.

l'm trading you five

players for Snoopy.

l'm kind of nervous.

l've never taken part

in any big baseball

trades before.

Maybe l should think about this

a little while and...

Don't be ridiculous.

You want to build a

better team, don't you?

Come on,

sign right here.

Try not to let your hand

shake so much, Chuck.

You're spilling ink

all over the contract.

Snoopy, this is

a hard thing for me to say.

l've traded you

to Peppermint Patty

for five new players.

All l ask is a little

understanding,

and some sign from you that

you don't hate me.

You did what?!

l've traded Snoopy

to Peppermint Patty

for five good players.

He's the only player

she would trade for.

l had to do it.

But he's your own dog!

Does winning a ball game

mean that much to you?

l don't know; l've

never won a ball game.

You traded your own dog.

l'm so disappointed

in you, Charlie Brown,

that l don't even want

to talk to you.

And stop breathing

on my blanket.

l was so wrong.

l can see it now.

l simply lost all sense

of proportion.

The thought of possibly winning

a few ball games,

blinded me to the duty l have

to love and protect my dog.

Look, Snoopy,

l'm tearing up the contract.

l'm going to tell

Peppermint Patty

that the deal is off.

What did you say?

Oh, good grief.

What's this?

You've torn up

our contract, Chuck?

You must have

gotten my message.

What message?

Those five players l was

supposed to trade to you

said they'd

give up baseball

before they'd play

on your team.

Sorry, Chuck,

the deal's off.

l hope your feelings

aren't hurt.

l'm crushed.

Now that Snoopy's back,

maybe we can win some

of our final games.

Hey, manager,

l have a great idea.

You know what we ought

to do to win?

We ought to pray.

Pray?

Would that be fair?

Why not?

l pray all the time

out there in right field.

Me, too.

l always pray

they won't hit the ball to me.

Please don't let

him hit to me!

Please, not to me!

Not to me!

Not to me!

Oh, thank you!

Thank you!

Oh, thank you.

Amen.

l just can't stand it.

Hey, manager?

How come we don't have

cleats on our shoes?

Cleats?

You know, spikes.

Whenever l come to the

mound to talk to you,

l stand here like this,

and then l start

to slide backwards.

lf l had cleats,

this obviously wouldn't happen.

We'd have a better team

if we all had cleats

on our shoes.

We'd be a better team

if you had something

under that cap!

l'll bet Babe Ruth had

cleats on her shoes!

Somehow, we've got

to get rid of Lucy,

or we'll never win a game.

l just got a great idea.

lt's too darn hot.

l'm going to go stand in

the shade under that tree.

Try to pitch the ball

so they'll hit it to me

under the tree.

l have a better idea.

Go home and pour yourself

a cold glass of lemonade,

and then sit down

in the kitchen.

Leave the back door open!

l'll pitch the ball

so they'll hit it

through the door,

into the kitchen,

where you'll be having

your cold lemonade!

l wonder

if he was being sarcastic.

What's this?

My fielder's glove

and a pepperoni pizza,

which is going to be

my snack between innings.

What happens if you

get the glove

and the pizza mixed up?

Boy, you must think

l'm really stupid.

Let's not give up,

Charlie Brown.

Remember what they say:

The game isn't over

until the fat lady sings.

Or until the shortstop wakes up.

What would your fantasy

team be, Charlie Brown?

A team that doesn't have

you on it.

l should never ask

questions like that.

Hey, manager!

Let's see them try to hit one

over the fence now!

l'm ready for him!

Ugh!

Do you think we can get

the ball back

and leave her

on the other side of the fence?

Lucy is driving me crazy.

How can we get her off the team?

l'll show you.

Get lost! Go away!

We don't need you! Go home!

Tell me who you guys

are yelling at,

and l'll help you

get rid of him.

How could we have lost

Why couldn't the score

at least have been 53 to 1?

We were robbed.

Hi, Chuck.

You've been over here

and watched some of our games,

haven't you?

Sure, l'm one

of your biggest fans.

You have a great team.

Well, good.

You should come over today

because it's

fan appreciation day.

When you go to some ball parks

on fan appreciation day,

they always give away caps

and T-shirts and jackets

and gloves and bats

and everything.

Hi, fan.

We appreciate you.

You mean, that's it?

We have a low budget, Chuck.

Can't talk now, Chuck.

l'm having trouble

with my right fielder.

You, too?

Sir, why do l always

have to play right field?

lt's traditional.

The worst player always

plays right field,

and you're our

worst player.

But you wear

your glove well, Marcie.

Thank you, sir.

l really appreciate

the compliment.

Hey, Chuck.

l'm calling to see

if you're interested

in trading right fielders.

l hate baseball.

Wow. Of course l'd trade

you Lucy for anyone.

Sure, l'll trade you

Marcie for Lucy.

Yeah, l know,

Marcie isn't very good.

l hate baseball.

But she has a lot

of enthusiasm.

Oh, how l hate baseball!

You've got a deal.

Thanks a lot.

The greatest trade

in the history of baseball.

You what?

You traded me for that

stupid girl with the glasses?

You were robbed,

you blockhead!

No, l think

l got a better deal.

She agreed

to throw in a pizza.

Hi, Charles.

l'm your new

right fielder.

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