02x09 - Big Beagle on Campus

[bunniefuu]

[Sally] The Snoopy Report.

[watch ticking]

[groans]

Sorry dinner's a couple
minutes late, Snoopy.

I was studying for a math test tomorrow,
and I lost track of time.

[groans, grumbles]

That's the spirit. Glad you liked it.

[chattering]

Extra! Extra!
New issue of the Beagle Beacon.

Get it while it's hot.

According to this,

some poor dog had to eat his dinner
a full two minutes later than usual.

"Water just low on ice leaves drinker
feeling lukewarm." This is an outrage!

What is the world coming to?

"Dog told to fetch own slippers"?

"Beagle forced to wear same collar
despite new trends in fashion"?

Now, that's what I call
hard-hitting journalism.

I only read the Beagle for the crossword.
What's a six-letter word for "ignored"?

"Round-headed kid offers belated dinner
with no dessert."

Wait, this story is about me.

Don't worry, Charles.
I don't believe everything I read.

[sighs]

[snoring]

How could you write
all those things about me?

[yawns]

- Wake up!
- [screams, grunts]

Sometimes,
I think you don't appreciate me at all.

I'll bet you don't know the meaning
of "appreciation."

I think you hurt Charles's feelings,
and after all he does for you.

He feeds you, he gives you a good home,
he loves you.

He only ever wants what's best for you.

Poor old Charles.
Poor, poor, poor, poor old Charles.

[crying, sniffles]

[whimpering]

Ew.

[crickets chirping]

[birds singing]

[yawns] What a lovely day.
Except for the math test.

[screams]

I must still be sleeping.
This has to be a dream.

What's happening?

[Snoopy clears throat]

[slurps]

How come I don't have a butler?

I think Snoopy feels bad about
what he wrote in his newspaper yesterday.

This must be his way of making up for it.

Mmm.

If he does all my chores,
he can write whatever he wants about me.

My compliments to the chef.

I could get used to this.

[horn honking]

Oh, brother.

Why, thank you, sir.

Looks like someone's finally getting
some overdue gratitude.

I appreciate the appreciation, Snoopy,
but that will have to do for now.

No dogs allowed in school.

No butlers allowed either.

[sighs]

[bell rings]

What is 364 divided by 16?

It's hard to concentrate
on an empty stomach.

[sighs]
Another day, another cold cheese sandwich.

Hey! That's my cold cheese sandwich.

[gasps] Bologna. Delicious.

Thanks, Snoopy.

[Lucy]
Hey! Someone owes me a bologna sandwich!

I'm waiting!

Ready for the big math test?

Ready as I'll ever be,
which is not that ready.

[droning adult chatter]

Yes, ma'am. No talking.

Good grief.

[gasps]

[whispering] Snoopy, you can't be here.

[creaking]

Thanks, but you have to go now.
I have a test.

Now, let me see. Sixty-four divided by 16.

Four times.

[cheering] Whoo-hoo!

Whoo! [chortles]

[playing marching band music]

[droning adult chatter]

Yes, ma'am. That's my dog.

[droning adult chatter]

[Charlie]
I understand, sir. It won't happen again.

[sighs] Snoopy, I'm really glad
you appreciate me. I appreciate you too.

I don't think we should be appreciating
each other so much during school hours.

Hmm. Aha!

[laughs]

[Rerun] Extra! Extra!
Boy and his dog are best friends again.

The news isn't as hard-hitting
as it used to be.

Tell me about it!
Eight pages of feel-good fluff pieces?

There's a sandwich snatcher on the loose!

[horn honking]

- [laughing]
- [Snoopy] Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

[chattering, squeaking]

[Sally] Seventh Inning Snoopy.

Whoo-hoo! Yay! Yeah! [laughs]

Charlie, when they say,
"dance like nobody's watching,"

they don't mean you.

I just won tickets to see
a professional baseball game.

There's enough for all of us to go.

[cheering] Yay! Yeah! Whoo-hoo!

And I'm going to catch a fly ball.

Yay!

♪ Take me out to the ball game
Take me out with the crowd ♪

- Ooh!
- Whoa.

- It must be kids' day today.
- So, where are we sitting?

I was told
we're getting the best seats in the house.

They're in the first row of section five...

hundred.

[all panting]

- Are we there yet?
- How much longer?

So many stairs.

I hope we get to our seats soon.
I have piano practice at 3:00.

We're al... almost halfway there.
Only 250 sections to go.

[all groan]

[Charlie breathing heavily]

[groaning]

[sighing, breathing heavily]

We're so far up, I can't see anything.

Are we the red dots or the blue dots?

We're that team.

I think those are the groundskeepers.

Oh. That's our team.

Those are the trash cans.

[groans]

Well,
I think these seats are pretty great.

I can easily catch a fly ball here.
Nothing's in my way.

You mean, like other people.

[chair squeaking]

For the best seats in the house,
these are pretty uncomfortable.

You know, Schroeder,
you can lean on my shoulder if you want.

Uh...

[groans]

Hmm. [screams]

[grunts]

Ah!

[grumbles]

[grunts]

[groans]

[ballpark music playing]

Isn't it exciting?
The atmosphere, the lights, the music.

- [droning adult chatter]
- [shrieks]

Speaking of music, maybe I should go.

I don't want to be late
for piano practice.

Wait! Why don't Snoopy and I
get everyone some snacks?

- I want popcorn!
- Popcorn!

- I want a big drink!
- I want hot dogs.

- [all cheering] Whoo-hoo! Hooray!
- Coming right up.

[breathing heavily] Whew!

[whirring, slurping]

[groans]

- Hey!
- Watch it, Snoopy!

[grunts]

- Yes! It's here!
- All right.

- Here you go. Pardon me. [strains]
- Yay!

Popcorn!

Huh?

[groans]
Rats! There's no butter on this popcorn.

- I could have it if you don't...
- Who would disappoint a kid like that?

- [ballpark music playing]
- [crowd cheering]

No time for food.
Game on. Come on, fly ball.

[cheering] Whoo-hoo!

- Yay.
- Whoo-hoo.

- Yeah.
- Nice.

Good job.

- [snoring]
- [wails]

This is the worst.

[groans]

I don't know much about baseball,
but are we having fun yet?

- Uh-uh.
- [groans]

Get up, everyone.
It's the seventh-inning stretch.

It's time to sing...
♪ Take me out to the ball game ♪

Take me home!

[sighs]
Guess I'm never gonna catch a fly ball.

Charlie Brown, it's a fly ball!

[gasps] It's coming this way.

I'm gonna do it.
I'm gonna catch a fly ball.

I got it! I got it!

Nice catch, you blockhead.

I wanted to catch that ball
so I would always remember today.

Some days just aren't worth remembering.

I guess this day
just isn't going to go the way I planned.

Aw.

- [ball clunks]
- [crowd cheering, applauding]

[sighs]

[crowd cheering, whistling]

What's going on?

What's everyone cheering for?

Did someone hit a home run?

Snoopy's on the field!

[crowd cheering loudly]

I can't believe that beagle.

Snoopy can't be there.
He's going to get kicked out.

No, the crowd wants him to play.
They're letting him up to bat!

Ah!

Mm-hmm. Mm-mmm.

Hmm.

- [grunts]
- [crowd cheering]

It's coming this way! [gasps]

[pants, strains]

Pardon me. Excuse me.

I gotta get that ball! [panting]

[chattering]

- [squeaking]
- Excuse me. Sorry!

[panting]

[grunts]

I got it!

He got it.

- Yay!
- Whoo-hoo!

- That was amazing.
- I can't believe it.

- Yeah!
- Way to go, big brother.

That was a good catch, Charlie Brown.

Almost worth missing piano practice.

Can't wait for the next game,
Charlie Brown.

Thanks, big brother.

This doesn't change my feelings
about baseball, but that was fun.

[chattering, squeaking]

I can't believe that catch
Charlie Brown made.

[Schroeder] It was something, all right.

Thanks, pal.

[both laugh]

[chattering, squeaking]

[Sally] The Cactus Crew.

Hey, Snoopy.
You got a letter from your brother, Spike.

"Dear brother Snoopy, great news.
I started a brand-new club.

It has a lot of members,
and we have fun together.

Why don't you come to Needles
and meet the crew?

Looking forward to seeing you. Spike."

Are you sure
you're going to need all that?

It's not all going to fit, Snoopy.
You need to take something out.

- [toy squeaks]
- [groans]

Hmm.

Hey! This is my baseball.

Ah!

- Have fun.
- Uh-huh.

Don't forget to write.

He'll forget to write.

[vehicle approaching]

[coughing]

[exclaims]

[chortles]

[wind whistling]

This came for you, big brother.
Looks like a bill. Or maybe a flyer.

Or is it a brochure?
Mail can be very tricky.

It's a letter from Snoopy. How about that?
He didn't forget to write.

He's visiting his brother, Spike,
in Needles.

[groans] I can't believe it.
Our dog travels more than I do.

"Dear round-headed kid who gets me
my supper..." That's me!

"I arrived in Needles.

The first thing Spike did was take me
to meet the members of his club.

His club wasn't exactly
what I was expecting.

The members are kind of prickly."

[screams]

"According to Spike,
they call themselves the 'Cactus Crew.'

Our first club activity
was an early morning exercise class."

[straining]

[groans]

[straining]

[chuckles, groans]

Wow. I have a hard time believing that.

Believing what? That dogs and plants
could form a social club?

No, that our dog
has better penmanship than you do.

"Later that night,

we got everyone together
for a good old-fashioned square dance."

[playing fast-paced country music]

[shrieks]

[grunts]

[Charlie] "It wasn't as fun as I thought."

[screaming]

[whining]

- What are you reading, Charlie Brown?
- A new letter from Snoopy.

He went to visit his brother Spike,
but I don't think he's enjoying himself.

"Today is a new day, and Spike says
we're going to have a lot of fun singing.

I'm not so sure."

Wow, nice penmanship.

["Gloria" playing]

♪ Gloria, Gloria ♪

♪ Gloria, Gloria ♪

- ♪ Aah, aah, aah, aah ♪
- Hmm.

[clears throat]

[howling]

[music stops]

- [crickets chirping]
- [bird screeches in distance]

"I'm starting to have doubts
about my brother's club.

The members don't talk,
and they're hard to get close to.

But Spike says today is going to be
the most exciting day.

We're playing games."

I hope Snoopy's trip gets better.

It's never fun when your friends
sit there and say nothing.

[birds chirping]

- "First game of the day, basketball."
- [grunts]

[groans]

"It was over rather abruptly.

So, we moved on to a game of tennis."

[groans]

"That also ended abruptly."

[grunts]

"It occurred to me
that ba*ls might be the issue,

so we agreed to a fun game of tug-of-w*r."

[horn blowing]

[grunting]

[grunts]

"There I was,
swept away by the errant tumbleweed,

bouncing across the desert.

Lost in the middle of nowhere.
No idea how to get home."

[howling]

[groans]

"It turns out,
cacti can be quite helpful."

Whoo-hoo!

"And once I re-reunited with my brother,

I learned that the Cactus Crew
can be just as kind and generous

as they are sharp and prickly.

Guess life is just funny that way.

Well, I'm heading home now,
but I'm not taking the bus.

Spike suggested a much faster way.
See you soon. Snoopy."

- [rustling]
- What's that sound?

Welcome home, ol... Whoa, whoa, whoa!

[jazz playing]