01x10 - Snoopy's Football Career

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Hey, Franklin, she stuck a gold star on

your paper. The teacher never sticks a

star on any of my papers. I couldn't get

a star on a Christmas tree.

Sorry, ma'am. I've never

gotten a gold star for anything, Marcy.

The teacher gives us gold stars for

spelling, for attendance, for drinking

milk, and for everything. But I never get

a gold star. Have you ever gotten a gold

star, Marcy?I got one for

spelling, one for attendance, one for

drinking milk, and one for... Forget it,

Marcy. Ma'am, may I

see a box of little gold stars?

Wow, look at them all. Look how

shiny they are. The next time you stick

some on any papers, ma'am, let me know.

I'll lick 'em for ya.

Your box of gold stars?No, ma'am, I don't

have it. I put it back on your desk,

remember?I wouldn't take your box of gold

stars, ma'am. I'm an honest person. I

even have an honest face. It's a little

disorganized, but it's honest.

Guess what, Chuck?Miss Tenure accused me

of stealing her box of gold stars. That's

hard to believe. You're not kidding,

Chuck. Is my stupid attorney around there

any place?Yes, he's right here. Why would

I take a box of gold stars, Chuck?

Maybe Miss Tenure wasn't accusing you.

Maybe she was just asking. I don't know.

I think I'm going to need a good

attorney. I didn't steal that box of

gold stars, Snoopy, but I'm going to find

out who did. Now here's my secret plan.

You'll wear this wig, see, and you'll sit

in my seat at school. And while you're

doing that, I'll sneak around and find

out who took the gold stars.

You look smaller today, sir, and you

seem quieter. Aren't you feeling well,

sir?What kind of

illness makes your body shrink, but makes

your nose get bigger?

This is a hard test, isn't it, sir?What

did you put down for the last question?

Sir, what are you doing out here in the

hallway?Quiet, Marcy. I'm in

disguise. I'm trying to find out who took

the box of gold stars. But I just saw you

sitting at your desk. That's my attorney.

He's also in disguise.

Yes, ma'am. I'm Hans

Handsome, the new custodian. Just go on

with your teaching, ma'am. I'll sweep up

a bit and I'll empty the wastebaskets,

too. Oh, I'm dreaming of my

sweetheart in

Minneapolis, while my

mother is sitting in Saint Paul.

Oh, I'm dreaming of my sweetheart.

Sorry, ma'am, I can't help singing while

I sweep.

Look what I found in your wastebasket,

Miss Tenure. Your box of gold stars.

I bet you thought one of your pupils

stole it, didn't you?They wouldn't do

anything like that, especially that

cute one with the beautiful hair and the

freckles.

And I found the box of gold stars in the

teacher's wastebasket. I'm glad

everything turned out all right for you,

Sir. Snoopy did well sitting at your

desk, too. He got a star on his

test. Oh, no!

There's a thief around here.

He just better not let me catch him.

All right, where is it?

Somebody has my blanket, and when I

find him, I'll fix him good.

I'm mad. I'm really

mad. And I'll find him,

too. I'll find whoever took my

blanket, and when I'm through with him,

he'll be plenty sorry.

Come back here with that blanket, you

crazy dog! Now where did he

go?I

can't imagine where he went. It's

pretty hot out here today. That old sun

is really beating down. I'd sure hate to

be under a blanket or something on a hot

day like this. A person could roast to

death. It seems to be getting

warmer. Yep, I say

that this is just about the hottest day

we've had yet.

Stupid dog.

Schroeder, if I told you that I had the

feeling that you and I would get married

someday, would you chuckle lightly or

would you laugh loud and long?

I don't know. It's kind of hard to say

offhand.

Schroeder, I have the feeling

that you and I will get married someday.

He'd laugh loud and long.

I think it would be very romantic if

Sunday you gave me a single perfect

rose or a carnation,

or even an old dandelion.

How about a handful of crabgrass?

I'll take it.

How can I practice with you leaning on my

piano?If I go out of your

life, it will become empty.

And all your practicing will be

as pursuing the wind.

Try me. You

can't bluff a musician.

I'm sick and tired of the way you ignore

me. You'd better get away from that

piano because I'm going to

kick it. What?

Boy, that was satisfying.

If we were married and you played golf,

I'd hate your golf clubs. If you

drove a sports car, I'd hate your

sports car. And if you were a

bowler, I'd hate your bowling

ball. So

where's my piano?I threw it up

into a tree. You what?

You never pay any attention to me, so I

threw your piano up into a tree.

I think he's beginning to notice me.

I can't believe it. Lucy threw

my piano up into this tree. Not

in this tree. This is a dreaded

kite-eating tree. Oh, no!

Help!This stupid tree is eating

my piano! Call the fire

department! Call the rescue squad!

Here's a world-famous rescue squad hero

calmly approaching the scene of

emergency. What's going on?

Your sister threw Schroeder's piano up

into a kite-eating tree. What a

stupid thing to do. He

never pays any attention to me. This will

teach him a lesson. Musicians are a

peculiar lot. They always have to learn

the hard way.

Everybody stand back. Here comes the

captain of the rescue squad. You can

relax now, Schroeder. He'll save your

piano. That stupid beagle won't

be able to save anything. Beagles can't

climb trees.

Snoopy's climbing the tree.

He's gonna rescue my piano!

This is ridiculous! What does he think

he is?A cat?Ohh

Somebody please save my piano!

I'm afraid it's too late. It's gone.

This kite-eating tree has chewed up the

whole thing. It's gone.

I wonder what Beethoven would have done.

My piano is gone.

Now maybe you'll pay some attention to

me. I don't understand you at

all. All I want is for you to notice

me once in a while. Is that asking so

much?piano is

gone. Maybe I should have thrown

him up into the tree.

I'm ordering a new piano from the Ace

Piano Company. They have a special

on. With every toy piano you

buy, you get a photograph of Joe

Garagiola. I suppose your

old piano was covered by insurance. How

do you explain to an insurance company

that your piano was eaten by a tree?

I see you got your new piano.

Yes, and if you scratch it with your

stupid elbows, I'll pound you.

You're cute when you're indignant.

Look, dog. This is a

brand new piano. If

there's one thing it doesn't need, it's a

lot of claw marks.

Please don't set your lemonade on my

piano. The glass might leave a ring.

Ooh, aren't we fussy, fussy, fussy.

I'll bet Beethoven never complained

when a cute chick set a glass of lemonade

on his piano.

Linus is teaching Sally how to play

football, and Peppermint Patty is

teaching Marcy. Why don't you teach

Woodstock?

Here, maybe this will help. It's

stick 'em that the pros all used to help

them hang on to the ball.

Then again, maybe you shouldn't use quite

so much stick 'em.

OK, Sally, I'm going to teach you how to

play football. I'll kick it to you and

you catch it. Ready?

Ready!

I suppose you think you're funny.

I was wondering what was inside it.

How come I never get to kick?Do you

think you can?This is a pretty big

ball. I'm not sure you're strong enough.

Let's see how hard you can kick.

Ohh You

dummy! You're supposed to kick the ball,

not my leg! OhhOuch,

oh, oh, ouch

Oh, oh What's going on?I

thought you were playing football. I

think I just sacked the quarterback.

Okay, I'll give you another chance to

catch the ball. You go down the

field, see, and I'll kick the ball toyou.

What happened?

Maybe you weren't really ready. Maybe you

weren't in the right position. This time,

get in the right position and then tell

me you're ready.

Ready. Ready.

Well, there's more to football than just

kicking the ball. Today, I'm going to

teach you how to catch a forward pass.

All right, start running! Get

out! Get way out!

Okay, now here's what you did wrong.

I know what I did wrong. I never should

have spoken to you years ago. I never

should have let you into my life. I

should have walked away. I should have

told you to get lost. That's what I did,

Ron, you blockhead. You also

probably should hold your hands a little

closer together. I

don't know anything about football, Sir.

It's simple, Marcie. I go out for a pass

and you just throw it to me.

Let me get a little further down the

field, Marcy.

What if I kick it over your head, Sir?

What if some Major League Scout spots

me?And what if he hires me for his

team?And what if I have to go to the

Super Bowl?What would I do about

school?Just be quiet, Marcy, and

kick the ball. Don't be impatient

with me, Sir. Okay, Ball,

before I kick you, I want to apologize.

I want you to know there's nothing

personal in this. I want you to know

that I intend you no harm.

And I want you to know I hope this kick

does you no injury. And I want you to

know... Kick the ball, Marcie!

Patience, sir. These are things which

must be said. Okay,

sir, here it comes.

Stand back! Heads up!

Are you ready?This is it!

Here we go! Four!

Down the field! In the air!

Here it comes! Marcy, will you hurry

up and kick the football?Without

preliminaries?Give me that ball,

Marcy. I could stand out there the rest

of my life, waiting for you to kick it.

You were trying a trick play on me,

weren't you, sir?I think we should

practice something different this time.

Not too different, sir.

This is the play, Marcy. You go straight

out, cut left, cut back, go

straight, cut back, go right, and then

out. Have you got that?I

think so, sir. I go out left,

cut straight. Cut right, out

back, go left, cut back, go

straight, cut left, and run right.

No, Marcie, that's all wrong. You go

straight out, cut left, cut

back, go straight, cut back, go

right, and then out. Maybe I

should throw the ball, Sir, and you go

out. That's a good idea. I'll go

out left, cut back, go straight, and cut

right. Cut right, out back,

go left, cut back, go straight,

cut left, and run right. No, Marcy.

I'll go out left. Cut left, cut back,

go straight, and-- I have another idea,

sir. I'll go left, cut right,

go back, cut left, and then go home for

dinner. I can't stand

it. I'm trying to organize a

football team, but Marcy isn't working

out too well. And Linus says that Sally

isn't too good either.

How about you, Chuck?Do you want to try

out for my team?Sure. What do I have to

do?Just go downfield and I'll try to

run past you a few times. Okay, Chuck?

Okay.

Everything all right back there?Look out,

Chuck! Here I come!

Get ready, Chuck! Here I come again!

This is great practice, huh, Chuck?Get

ready, 'cause here I come again.

Fumble!

I fumbled the ball, Chuck. Why didn't you

jump on it?I thought it was my head.

I'd like to have you on my team, Chuck,

but I just don't think you're good

enough. In fact, I don't see

anyone around here who could come up to

my standard. How about my linebacker

over there?He's pretty good. Him.

OK, let's try him out. Here I

come, fella. Stop me if you can.

Freight

train. Good shot,

kids. How would you like to play for a

decent team?

You can always be on my team, Charlie

Brown. I didn't know you had a team. I'm

just organizing it. All you have

to do is come and kick the football to

show me you can do it. Not

again. Does she really think I'm

such a fool?Not again.

Am I dumb enough to think she's going to

let me kick that football?I

can't believe it. Not again.

Am I really going to try it?Not

again. I can't believe I'm

trying it. Is it really happening

again?

Oh, no! Again, Charlie

Brown. And again,

and again, and again.