01x08 - Farewell, My Blanket/Operation Pizza

[bunniefuu]

[plays trumpet call]

[chuckles]

[Sally] For a game of capture the flag,

we don't seem to be doing
much actual flag capturing.

This feels like hide-and-seek.

[Charlie Brown]
It's all part of my strategy, Sally.

Now that Peppermint Patty and her team
have gone off to capture our flag,

we can sneak out and grab theirs.

A lot of people make the assumption
capture the flag is about

who can run the fastest
and snatch the quickest.

But as you'll see, a little patience can...

The flag's gone.

What? Wh-Where'd it go?

[fanfare]

[Linus] "Farewell, My Blanket."

I need to rethink my strategy.

Five rounds of capture the flag
and not a single win.

You can't win 'em all, Chuck.

Mind you, my team actually did
win them all, so what do I know?

[shouts]

You're stepping on my blanket.

I don't even know why you brought
that ridiculous thing.

It has its value.

- A can of nickels has value.
- [fly buzzing]

That thing is worthless.

Worthless? What do you mean "worthless"?

It's a flyswatter.

It's a rope.

Has anyone seen Linus?

It's also a handy piece of camouflage.

Even if it is occasionally useful,

no one ever got rich,
famous or powerful clinging to a blanket.

Makes me happy.

And as Socrates said,
"Contentment is the wealth of nature."

Did he have a blanket?

He did have a toga.

Good grief.

Good morning, Snoopy.

[exclaims]

Ooh.

[laughing]

[Lucy]
I still say the blanket is a crutch.

Exactly. It's useful, helps me get along
and doesn't bother anyone.

My blanket! Where's the rest of it?
Where's my blanket?

[shouting] Where's my blanket? [echoes]

Huh?

Aha!

{\an8}[Charlie Brown] "Among all the crafts
a Beagle Scout can learn,

none is as practical
and pleasurable as knitting.

You'll be as warm as toast

and the envy of the forest
once you earn your knitting badge."

[grunts, cheers]

This isn't happening.
This isn't happening.

This isn't happening.

I'm sorry retracing our steps
didn't work out, Linus.

I'm sure the rest of your blanket
will turn up eventually.

Are you sure? Do you promise?

Um, well...

Look on the bright side, Linus.

At least your blanket will fold nicely
in your pocket now.

[groans]

Think of this as an opportunity
to move on.

You know what they say:

Pretend everything is okay,
and eventually it will be.

Do you think that ever really works?

Well, that's what "they" say.

Between us, I think it's mostly about
selling false hope.

But not in your case, of course.

I can't stand it!

[door slams]

He'll be all right.

Maybe Lucy is right.
I should just try to move on.

[fly buzzing]

I saw you waving your handkerchief at me.

Do you need something?

Good grief.

[Sally] Yoo-hoo, my Sweet Babboo!

You seem different. Did you get a haircut?

[groans]

Isn't he the sweetest?

[Snoopy] Whoo-hoo!

Ooh!

Whoo-hoo!

[cheering]

[gasps]

[chuckles]

I guess I'll just have to learn to live
as one-eighth of myself.

If it's any consolation,

I've learned there's no disappointment
you can't get used to.

That's not much of a consolation.

Then again,
I believe it was Socrates who said...

Um, who said...

[sighs] Who cares?

Is he feeling any better?

He left his blanket. I can't believe it.

I don't get it, Charlie Brown.

I thought my brother being rid of that
silly blanket would be good for him

and even better for me.

Turns out I just feel sad
to see him so sad.

Sometimes I think people put too much
value on getting over things

and not enough on the things
that make us feel comforted,

safe and secure.

You know, Charlie Brown,

you can be surprisingly insightful,

despite what everyone else says.

Wait a minute.

- Hmm. Tattered, annoying, blue.
- [laughing]

[gasps] This is my brother's blanket.

Where did you get this?

[whimpers]

I don't know how this happened,
but I need all of this back.

All right, beagle, let's barter.

[whispering, chattering]

What do you mean "no"?

I haven't even made an offer yet.

[whispering, chattering]

[laughing]

Oh, good grief.

What do you have there, Linus?

I found it in the kitchen.

It's not perfect,
but it gets the job done.

[scratching]

Oh, who am I kidding?

It smells like potatoes and dirt.

[gasps] My blanket!

But... Uh, but... Wait, how?

Don't worry about it.

Wow. How did you manage that, Lucy?

[sighs]

{\an8}Let's just say that sometimes it takes
a lot of nickels to do the right thing.

[licking]

[Pigpen] "A Beagle Scout is Tidy."

[yawning]

[Pigpen] "When camping out in nature,

- a Beagle Scout endeavors...
- [crunching]

...to leave no trace."

[laughing]

[groaning]

[Pigpen]
"To make the cleanup go quicker,

try putting on some music."

[upbeat music playing]

- [string vibrating]
- [bottle tooting]

[Pigpen] "When tidying up a campsite,

always be sure to properly dispose of
any garbage."

[gasps]

[wailing]

[grunting]

[sighs]

[Pigpen] "Remember,
tidying up doesn't need to be a chore.

Have fun with it."

[chattering]

[screaming]

[Pigpen] "But not too much fun."

[yelling, groaning]

[chittering]

[Pigpen] "Remember,
a tidy campsite is a happy campsite."

- [rumbling]
- [yelling]

[chuckles]

[growls]

[chattering]

[blowing]

[cheering]

[sighs]

Huh?

[cheering]

[sighs]

[Peppermint Patty] "Operation Pizza."

[campers chuckle]

Nothing like a hike to work up
the old appetite.

Luckily, I packed an extra snack.

[groans] My bologna is busted.

You might want to save room anyway,
Charlie Brown.

After all,
it is make-your-own-pizza night.

That's right. I almost forgot.

All pizza is good,

but everyone knows the best pizza
is the one you make yourself.

[retches]

[thud]

Where do you think you're going, beagle?

Oh, no, you don't.

Make-your-own-pizza night
is for registered campers only.

Are you a registered camper?

I didn't think so.
I'm afraid you're out of luck.

[groans]

[Snoopy chattering]

[chattering]

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

[cheering]

[chattering]

Hey, Snoopy.

Well, I'll see you later, I guess.

[sighing]

[chattering]

[chittering]

[chuckling]

[groaning]

[Woodstock whistles]

[chattering]

The best way to flatten your dough
is to use your hands, like so.

I think my dough got stuck.

No worries, Chuck.
There's an extra ball of dough.

Lucy, toss it over here.

[Lucy] You got it.

Whoo-hoo!

For the best pizza,
it's important to spread the sauce evenly.

Check this out.

Whoa.

[gasps, groans]

Looks like you put a little too much
mustard on it, Chuck.

Mustard? On pizza?

It's a figure of speech, Chuck.

I'm a real mess.

You get used to it.

[gasps]

Of all the cheeses,
mozzarella is my favorite.

Mild, refreshing, subtle.

A delicate treat for the refined palate.

Plus when you melt it, it's extra gooey.

Rats.

Something's fishy here.

It's probably just the anchovies
over at the toppings station.

Hmm?

[groaning]

[chittering]

[Schroeder]
It's good to spread out your toppings.

Then you get a little note of each
in every bite.

Never bunch them up.

I had no idea
toppings could be claustrophobic.

Pineapple on pizza?

It's what keeps me so sweet.

Wow. You're really letting loose
with those toppings, Marcie.

It's the one area of my life
where I like a little chaos, sir.

[chuckles]

Let's get these in the oven.

What's the holdup, Charlie Brown?

I can't decide on a topping.

With so many possibilities,
I hate to make the wrong choice.

It's pizza. I'm pretty sure
there are no wrong choices.

I guess I'll go with pepperoni.

Huh? Okay, um, mushrooms.

Huh? That's odd.

[campers] Hurry up, Charlie Brown.

[sighs] I-I could have sworn there were
plenty of toppings here a minute ago.

[chuckles]

[cheering]

[straining]

[sighs]

[gasps]

[crying]

I knew it.

I knew you couldn't resist the call
of make-your-own-pizza night.

That's all right, old pal.

I've got more than I can eat anyway.

If you ask me, the only thing better than
making your own pizza

is sharing your own pizza.

Agreed.

Yeah. I can't eat all of this.

Oh, fine.

I hate to say it,
but you make a good point, Charlie Brown.

[chewing]

[retches]

[laughing]

[jazz playing]