02x01 - The Beagle Is In

[bunniefuu]

[Sally] "Chips Fall Where They May."

- [televised baseball game playing]
- [munching]

It's the bottom of the ninth.
We're down by 2, and the bases are loaded.

Shlabotnik steps to the plate
and readies his bat.

He swings!

Strike one.

[Snoopy's stomach grumbles]

[Charlie Brown] Come on, Joe. Come on!

Strike two.

Come on, Joe! You can do it!

[gasps]

Strike three.

You can do it next time, Joe!

[bowl squeaks]

[chortles]

Snoopy, if you want a chip,
all you have to do is ask.

Here. You can have the last one.

[Charlie Brown gasps]

Uncanny!
This chip looks just like Joe Shlabotnik.

He's only the greatest player
to ever bat in the minor leagues.

The odds of finding a potato chip that
looks just like a famous baseball player

must be a million to one.

I can't keep this to myself.

Linus! Lucy!
You won't believe what I just found!

A potato chip. Congratulations on
the earthshaking discovery, Charlie Brown.

But what does it look like?

I'd say it looks like Italy.

I think it looks more like a boot.

[Charlie Brown groans] What about now?

Upside-down Italy.

Upside-down boot.

No! It looks just like Joe Shlabotnik.

See?
Here's his strong chin and noble brow.

This is show-and-tell gold.

Whoo-hoo! [laughs]

Hmm.

Who is Joe Shlabotnik?

[laughs]

Whoa!

[humming melody]

[gasps, grumbling]

[sighs contentedly]

[shrieks, groans]

Phew! That could have been a disaster.
It's a good thing you were here.

[squeaks]

I can't wait to show everyone.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- [sighs with relief]
- Phew! I don't trust myself with this.

Can I rely on you to keep this safe
until show-and-tell tomorrow?

[gasps]

[squeaks]

[chortles]

- [whistling a tune]
- [whistle blows]

Whoa!

- [squeaks]
- [grunts]

Thanks. I feel better knowing
Joe Shlabotnik is safe with you.

[squeaks]

[grunts]

[whistle blows]

[squeaks]

- [blows]
- [glass squeaks]

[chortles]

[grumbles]

[squeaks]

[snoring]

[sighing]

[sighs, squeaks]

[squeaks, squeals]

[grumbles]

[snoring]

[birds singing]

[snoring]

[door opens]

Thanks for keeping my chip safe, old pal.

[squeaks]

I'm sure I can handle it from here.

I can't wait to show everyone at school.

[snores, groans]

Excuse me. Pardon me.
Rare potato chip coming through.

Hey, Chuck. What's that you got?

What does it look like?

Um, a potato chip shaped like Italy?

I'm gonna go with boot.

No! It's a one-of-a-kind potato chip
that looks exactly like Joe Shlabotnik,

the greatest player
to ever bat in the minor leagues.

Snoopy! No!

Someone stop that chip thief!

[panting]

[squeaks]

Phew. Thanks.

Snoopy, how could you?

This isn't an eating chip.
It's a collector's chip.

I thought I'd lost you forever.

[chip crunches]

[groans]

Good grief.

[groans]

[groans]

[droning adult chatter]

Yes, Miss Othmar. It's a potato chip.

Truthfully, it was better
when it looked like Joe Shlabotnik.

I guess now it just looks like
a regular old potato chip.

I don't know, Charlie Brown.
From a certain angle,

that potato chip bears
a striking resemblance to Abraham Lincoln.

Yeah! I can see it too.
Your chip looks like Honest Abe.

Very presidential, Charles.

I wonder what Abe's batting average was.

[scatting]

[squeaks]

[Sally] "Which Nest Is Best?"

[yawns]

[yawns]

[snoring]

[bat hits ball]

[squeals]

[pants] I got it! I got it!

[groans]

Come on, Charlie Brown. We can do this.

Okay. We're down by 2.

It's up to you and me, glove.
We can do this.

- [bat hits ball]
- Whoa!

Oh, wow. There's a bug on this ball.

Hey, Linus! Throw me the ball!

- Neat!
- Wow!

This is amazing!

- Fascinating!
- Neat!

Good grief.

- [strains, grunts]
- [bat hits ball]

How could you miss such an easy fly ball?

It couldn't be helped.
The sun got in my eyes.

The sun's not even out. It's cloudy.

The clouds got in my eyes.

Well, the ball's still in play.
Could you throw it to third?

Never mind.

[groans] Last inning.

Maybe we're not gonna win,
but we can still finish strong.

- [bat hits ball]
- [groans]

Snoopy, that's yours!

[groans] You could have caught that!

[groans]

I can't believe we lost another game!

I'm not playing baseball ever again!

Gee, Charlie Brown.

You know you're never gonna quit baseball.
You love the game too much.

[sighs] You're right, Linus.

I better go get my glove.

[snoring]

Hey, there it is!

[snoring continues]

I thought I lost my one and only.

Whoa, Charlie Brown!

Miss Othmar says
you must never disturb a bird in its nest.

[sighing contentedly]

But its nest is my glove.

I can't play baseball without it.

What am I supposed to do now?

Snoopy, I need your help!

[snoring]

Snoopy!

Woodstock is using
Charlie Brown's mitt as a nest.

You need to get it back.

Do it for our team.
Do it for our baseball manager.

You know, Charlie Brown.

The round-headed kid.

[groans]

[sighs]

I'll give you head scratches.

Uh-uh. Glove first.

The trick
is to find the proper motivation.

[groans]

They say things look better
if you keep your chin up.

So far, it's not working.

[Snoopy chatters]

[gasps] Thank you, Snoopy!

I don't know what I would have done
without my baseball glove.

[sighs contentedly]

Great job, Snoopy.

[sighs]

You got it.

[sighing contentedly]

So, what did you do
to get Charlie Brown's mitt back?

[snoring]

Hey! That's my blanket!

Shh! My mother says
you must never disturb a bird in its nest.

Snoopy!

Shh!

[yawns]

You need to get my blanket back!

Head scratches? No way!
Not till you get my blanket back.

I'll never understand
people's obsession with material goods.

Maybe I don't need my blanket after all.

Maybe bees don't like honey.

And maybe one day the moon
will fall from the sky.

[sighs]

[sighs contentedly]

Thank you, Snoopy!

[groans] Oh, I missed you.

Head scratches it is!

So, how did you get my blanket back?

[Sally] Hey! That's mine!

[both grunt]

Who told that bird he could use
my three-bedroom dolly Dreamhouse

with walk-in wardrobe
and optional hot tub?

[snoring]

Snoopy!

This is all your fault!

You took my dollhouse
without asking permission.

Why don't you use your own stuff instead?

[groans]

[groans]

Huh?

[groans]

[snoring]

[sighs contentedly]

[stomach grumbles]

[groans]

That was nice of you, Snoopy.

Now let's get this back to Sally.

[sniffles]

Here you go, pal. I've got you covered.

[gobbling]

Uh, you might wanna hurry it up a bit.

I, uh, borrowed that bowl
from the cat next door.

- [cat yowls]
- [both shout]

[scatting]

[squeaks]

[Sally] "The Mess Express."

[bat hits ball]

[clattering]

Where did that ball go?

- [clattering]
- Whoa! [grunts, coughs]

It's a disaster in there.
I can't even find my baseball.

Snoopy,
you need to do some spring cleaning.

I know it's summer.
"Spring cleaning" is a figure of speech.

Don't worry. I'll help you get started.

[yawns]

[grumbles]

- [horn honks]
- [clattering]

Here you go.

It's a box. You fill it with trash.

You're waiting for someone
to do it for you, aren't you?

Snoopy, it's your house
and your responsibility to keep it clean.

[grumbles]

[Woodstock squeals]

[gasps]

[shrieks]

[grumbles]

- [gasps]
- [straining]

[straining]

[gasps]

[straining]

[shouts]

[chattering]

[chortles]

[chattering]

[imitates spaceship takeoff]

[chortles]

- [chatters]
- [squeaks]

[Snoopy imitates spaceship engine]

[Woodstock squeals]

[both chortling]

- [squeaks]
- [groans]

[grunts]

[both cheering]

- [glasses clink]
- [gasps]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[both cheering]

[alarm blaring]

[both shrieking]

Snoopy?

[shrieking continues]

I thought you were cleaning.

[Woodstock squeaks]

I brought you another box.
This one is for recycling.

[Snoopy and Woodstock] Ooh.

For instance,
you can recycle these paper plates.

- [Snoopy and Woodstock] Ah.
- Have fun recycling!

[imitates engine revving]

[chattering]

[groaning]

[imitates chicken clucking]

[groans]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[both imitating engines revving]

[chortles]

[chortles]

[coughs]

[grumbles]

[all chattering]

- [clattering]
- [clanking]

- [steam hissing]
- [all shrieking]

[gasps]

[Woodstock chattering]

- [chortling, cheering]
- [crowd cheering]

- [thuds]
- [groans]

You don't seem to be making much progress.

[chortles]

[horn honks]

This box is for all the things
you wanna donate to charity.

Do you wanna give away that horn?

[grumbles]

- [chortling]
- [horn honks]

I have an idea.

You're clearly more interested
in playing than cleaning.

So why don't we make a game out of it?

Hmm. This is perfect.

Attention, passengers!
Have your tickets ready.

[chattering]

[chortles]

Excellent.

This paper can be recycled.

All aboard the Mess Express!

- [chortles]
- [cheers]

[whistles]

[whistle blows]

- [whistle blows]
- [imitating whistle blowing]

[all squeaking]

[machinery whirring]

[whistle blows]

[all squeaking]

[whistle blows]

[all squeaking]

[Woodstock chattering]

[sighs with relief]

Great job clearing out the clutter, Snoopy.

You deserve an ice-cold root beer.

[gasps]

Ah.

And you found my baseball too!

Thanks, old pal.

[gulping]

[gulping]

[all gulping]

Now all you need to do
is carry the boxes to the curb.

Snoopy?

[sighs] Typical.

Leaving me to finish the job.

[all imitating train chugging]

Choo choo!

[jazz playing]