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Okay, everybody gather 'round.

All right, team. Here's what I have to say:

We've been missing too many signals lately.

I think it's because we're not concentrating.

If we know our signals, we just have to pay attention.

It's simply a matter of concentration.

Are there any questions?

I have a question.

How does she do that?

Yesterday morning I woke up very early. I just couldn't sleep.

My bedroom faces east, so I could see the sun coming up.

Only it wasn't the sun, it was a huge baseball.

I think I must be cracking up.

I think I'm finally losing my mind.

And on top of it all, I feel terribly alone.

Okay, now tell me more about this huge baseball.

There's a full moon tonight, big brother.

You should go out and look at it.

Maybe I will. Thank you.

How about an ice-cream cone, big brother?

How about an ice-cream cone, big brother?

Maybe I will. Thank you.

One ice-cream cone coming up.

Everything I see looks like a baseball to me.

And now my head has started to itch.

I think I have a rash or something.

Turn around, let me look.

I think you better see your pediatrician, Charlie Brown.

Yes, ma'am. I have an appointment to see the doctor.

Well, it all started one night when I couldn't sleep,

and I saw the sun come up.

Only it wasn't the sun, it was a baseball.

Why do I have a sack over my head?

Well, I've also developed this rash or something.

Well, I've also developed this rash or something.

You see, I--

Ma'am, do we have to discuss this in front of the whole office?

I appreciate you seeing me, Doctor. Because I think I need a lot of help.

I have this rash or something, and it makes my head look like a baseball.

Why am I wearing a sack?

Well, someone tried to autograph my head.

Well, Doctor,

it all started early one morning when I saw the sun come up.

Then it was the moon.

And pretty soon, everything looked like a baseball to me.

And then I got this rash or something on my head.

And, well, am I cracking up, Doctor?

Is this the last of the ninth?

What are you packing for, big brother?

My doctor says I should go to camp.

My doctor says I should go to camp.

He said I'll have to do something to take my mind off baseball.

I've seen you play.

I never thought you had your mind on it.

Thanks a lot. I'll see you in two weeks.

You're going to be a big hit at camp, carrying your head in a sack.

So here I am on a bus going to camp.

For someone who hates going to camp, I sure spend a lot of time there.

Maybe I went to the wrong doctor.

Every summer, he drags his family off on a five-week camping trip.

His solution for everything is to go to camp.

I know what'll happen to me.

Just when I get old enough, where I won't have to go anymore,

I'll get drafted into the infantry.

Hey, don't just stand there, kid.

There's a meeting over at the main building.

Everything always happens so fast at camp,

I never know what's going on.

Hey, what's this meeting all about?

We have to elect a camp president.

Hey, I've got a great idea.

Let's nominate the kid here with the sack over his head.

Congratulations, kid.

Yeah, good going, Sack.

You've just been elected camp president.

Congratulations, Sack.

Sack?

Hey, Mr. Sack.

Mr. Sack?

Remember how I told you I couldn't find my shoe.

Well, I did like you said.

I looked under my bunk again, and there it was.

You're a good camp president, Mr. Sack.

Mr. Sack?

You know, Sack, that wasn't a bad breakfast.

You know, Sack, that wasn't a bad breakfast.

I was here last year, and the food was terrible.

I bet you straightened them out, didn't you, Sack?

I bet you told them to shape up on the food here, or ship out. Didn't you?

You're a good camp president, Sack.

Mr. Sack, excuse me.

But do you think I should sign up for a nature hike or swimming?

Swimming, definitely.

Nature hikes are great, but learning to swim is a must.

Thank you, Mr. Sack.

Boy, you sure are smart.

Years ago there was a cartoon drawn by Frank Wing about fishing.

This boy was helping his dad mow the garden, and he said,

"Gee, Pa, I'll bet the fish are biting good today."

"Gee, Pa, I'll bet the fish are biting good today."

And his dad said,

"Uh-huh. And if you stay where you're at, they won't bite you."

That's very funny, Mr. Sack.

I always liked that cartoon.

You're fun to be with, Mr. Sack.

Thank you.

They're fighting!

Hey, those two guys are fighting.

I'll stop 'em, Sack.

Hey, that was easy.

I just told 'em that our camp president would really get after them

if they didn't break it up.

This is a good camp since you've taken over, Sack.

Mr. Sack, which star is the North Star?

Well, do you see those two stars that make the end of the Big Dipper?

Just follow them straight up six spaces, and there's the North Star.

That's amazing!

Being with you, Mr. Sack, has been the greatest experience in my life.

Being with you, Mr. Sack, has been the greatest experience in my life.

"A prophet is not without honor, save in his own country."

What did you say, Mr. Sack?

My head doesn't seem to itch anymore.

Maybe my rash has gone away.

If it has, I could take this stupid grocery sack off my head.

Of course, then I probably wouldn't be camp president anymore either.

On the other hand, I can't wear this sack for the rest of my life.

If I ever went to a grocery store, and the clerk yelled, "Carry out,"

I'd end up in the back of a station wagon.

Mr. Sack. What are you doing up so early?

I'm going out to watch the sunrise. If it's the sun, I know I'm cured.

I'm going out to watch the sunrise. If it's the sun, I know I'm cured.

If it's a baseball, I'm still in big trouble.

He didn't have a sack over his head.

He is our camp president?

I must be out of my mind.

Here it is, the fourth of July, and I'm sitting in the dark all by myself,

waiting for the sun to come up.

Boy, life is sure strange.

And they say we only come this way once.

What did I come this way for?

It's getting light. The sun is coming up.

I can't look!

I can't stand the suspense. But I have to look.

I have to know.

Will I see the sun, or will I see a baseball?

What will I see?

Good grief.

I'm gonna be a caddie, Marcie.

This is a job application for the country club.

Can you carry a bag of golf clubs, sir?

Carry? I thought a caddie just drove the golf cart.

Come on along, Marcie.

We'll go over to the country club and get jobs as caddies.

We'll make a fortune.

I can't tell a par from a birdie, sir.

Those are bowling terms, Marcie.

Don't embarrass me.

This must be the country club, sir.

I think you're right, Marcie.

Pretty fancy entrance.

Real stone pillars.

And a genuine brass nameplate.

Yes, sir. We want to be caddies.

We think we're highly suited for the job.

We're not lazy, nor unreliable, nor discourteous.

Tell them we don't drink wine either, sir.

What?

The caddie master? Yes, sir.

He said we should report to the caddie master, Marcie.

Are you the caddie master?

We're your new caddies.

Hey, you guys are girls.

Don't slug 'em yet, sir.

Caddies, huh?

Okay, you're just in time.

Mrs. Bartley and Mrs. Nelson were looking for caddies.

He said to grab the clubs, Marcie, and get out to the first tee.

I think we're in big trouble, sir.

Are these your clubs, Mrs. Nelson?

Yes, ma'am, I'm gonna be your caddie.

Yes, ma'am, I'm gonna be your caddie.

My friend, Marcie, here, will caddie for Mrs. Bartley.

-Let's go, Marcie. -Keep talking, sir.

I'm following your voice.

Good going, Marcie. You made it to the first tee.

Here's your driver, Mrs. Nelson.

Marcie, hand Mrs. Bartley her driver.

What are the ladies arguing about, sir?

Mrs. Nelson wants strokes, but Mrs. Bartley won't give her any.

This is very important because they're playing for a dime a hole.

Don't give her any, ma'am.

It's none of your business, Marcie.

Isn't this great, Marcie? We're real caddies.

And were out in the fresh air. And we're earning money.

And were out in the fresh air. And we're earning money.

I can't go on, sir.

You what?

I think I've run into a tree or something.

Yes, ma'am. I found your ball.

But then I lost it again.

I found it again, though. But then I lost it again.

The next time I find it, hit it quickly before I lose it again.

You're weird, Marcie.

What's this, sir?

This is a water hazard, Marcie.

Good grief.

Don't hit your ball in the water, ma'am.

I'm a caddie, not a submarine.

Just a little humor there, ma'am, to help you relax.

Here we all work 'Long the Mississippi

Quiet, Marcie, you're disturbing the players.

What hole are we on now, sir?

This is number three.

It's a par five, uphill all the way.

Why don't we call a taxi, sir?

What are you doing in that sand trap, Marcie?

I think somebody left the door open.

Sir, why are the two ladies screaming at each other?

They're arguing about the score.

Push her in the lake, ma'am.

Stay out of it, Marcie.

Marcie, what are you doing?

My foot is caught in the shoe washer, sir.

This isn't a shoe washer, Marcie.

This isn't a shoe washer, Marcie.

It's a ball washer.

Here, slip your foot out of your shoe.

If you're gonna be a caddie, Marcie, you have a lot to learn.

Now, as soon as Mrs. Bartley putts out, you take the ball and clean it up for her

before she tee's off again.

I'll take it, Mrs. Bartley.

That's the way.

Rats!

Now what?

After I peeled the white cover off, I couldn't get the ball back in.

Beautiful shot, Mrs. Bartley.

Not so beautiful, Mrs. Nelson.

We're going to be out here all day.

Hey, what was that?

Someone behind us wants to play through.

Who is it, sir?

He's the crabbiest guy in the club.

He think Mrs. Bartley and Mrs. Nelson play too slow.

I think he hates women golfers.

Is he really the crabbiest player in the club?

Stand back, Marcie.

The ladies are gonna let him play through.

I just want to see who he is.

Look, Marcie.

Mrs. Bartley is trying to push Mrs. Nelson's head into the ball washer.

Look, Mrs. Nelson is stomping on Mrs. Bartley's feet with her golf shoes.

Look, Mrs. Nelson is stomping on Mrs. Bartley's feet with her golf shoes.

You know what worries me, sir?

This is only the fourth hole.

Look, Mrs. Nelson is climbing a tree.

She's climbing a tree to get away from Mrs. Bartley.

I was wrong.

She climbed a tree so she can jump on her.

All right, you ladies. Stop the fight.

Here, carry your own clubs. I quit.

And I want a dollar for the four holes I caddied.

And I don't take credit cards.

That caddying was hard work, sir.

Well, we each made a dollar, Marcie. That's not too bad.

Hold on there, girls.

What about your old caddie master?

I'll just take half of that.

Everywhere you go on this golf course, you run into a hazard.

Half?

Why should we give you half of our money?

Ten percent is all you deserve.

Ten percent is all you deserve.

And if I tell you half, little window eyes,

what are you gonna do?

Hit me?

No, I am.

So, we gave the caddie master 10%.

We each made 90 cents.

What are you gonna do with all that money, Marcie?

Golf seems like a good life, sir.

I think I'll buy my own golf ball and join the tour.

You are weird, Marcie.

It's an Adventure, Charlie Brown will continue.

I guess I've made up my mind.

I guess I've made up my mind.

Yes, the blue one, please.

Oh, no! It's a dirty, rotten, kite-eating tree.

You've been waiting all winter for me, haven't you?

Well, you're not gonna get this kite 'cause I'm gonna--

I can't believe it.

He ate it raw.

You rotten, no-good chunk of wood.

Will you look at that?

That stupid tree ate every bit of my kite.

All he left me was the string.

Why don't you give him the string too?

You know, for dessert?

I guess I might as well.

Here. Eat it all. Enjoy yourself.

What happened?

He doesn't eat dessert.

He doesn't eat dessert.

He's afraid of getting fat.

I hate kite-eating trees.

They take kites from innocent little kids,

and they hold them in their branches.

And then they eat them.

And then they laugh at you behind your back.

You stupid tree.

If you don't stop biting my kite, I'll bite you.

All right, you asked for it.

Didn't think I'd do it, did ya?

Here, big brother. You got a letter.

"The Environmental Protection Agency"?

It's something about you biting a tree.

Do you always read my mail?

Do you always bite trees?

Do you always bite trees?

I can't believe it.

The Environmental Protection Agency is after me just because I bit a tree.

It was a kite-eating tree.

I only bit it to get even.

Fifty cents says they'll throw you in the slammer.

Is this the tree you bit, big brother?

I was mad. That stupid tree ate my kite.

What do you think they'll do to you?

Ten to one they'll throw him in the slammer.

I think I'll run away.

Are you the kind who runs from a problem, Charlie Brown?

No, by golly. I'll stay and fight.

I'll use all the strength and talent I possess.

And I'll prove my cause was just.

On second thought, you'd better run away.

I'm running away, Sally.

I don't wanna go to jail.

While I'm away, will you feed Snoopy for me?

Make sure he gets enough.

And tell everyone not to worry.

Can I have your room?

You're running away?

Running away is the easy way out, Charlie Brown.

Not for me, it isn't.

I know it's wrong to run away,

but who wants to go to jail?

Besides, biting one tree isn't going to destroy the environment.

No one's gonna miss me anyway.

I never do anything right.

Hey, this isn't a bad-looking neighborhood.

Hey, this isn't a bad-looking neighborhood.

I wonder where I am.

I think you killed him, Ruby.

Maybe not.

Sometimes older people take naps in the middle of the day.

You hit him with the ball, Ruby.

It was an accident.

Maybe we could just say that we found his body washed up on shore.

There's no water around here.

We could say he ran into the ball with his head.

I've never seen him before. Have you?

He's probably a soldier returning to camp.

Do we really know that I hit him with the ball?

Maybe he had a heart attack.

Maybe you should pound him on the chest.

It worked.

Except you missed his chest, and hit him on the nose.

Where-- Where am I?

Right there.

We were practicing, and your head got in the way of our ball.

We're looking for an older person to coach our team.

Do you know anything about baseball?

My name is Austin, and this is Ruby.

Hi. My name is Charlie Brown,

and I accept the offer to be coach of your baseball team.

Is everyone on your team as small as you?

We're the two biggest.

Hey, team.

We've got us an older person to coach our team.

His name is Charles Brown.

Charles, my name is Leland,

and I don't wanna be the catcher anymore.

Let me decide that, Leland.

Put your mask on, and let's see how you look.

Charles, my name is Milo.

I need some help with my hitting.

Okay, Milo.

You want help with your stance? Or your swing? Or your grip? Or what?

Just help me with the bat.

Okay, Milo. Let's see your slide.

Is it okay if I slide headfirst?

Sure. Sometimes a headfirst slide is the best kind.

Well, that needs a little work, Milo.

How many bases did you steal last year, Milo?

None.

And how many did you steal the year before that?

None.

And how about the year before that?

I haven't been alive that long.

Where will you be spending the night, Charles?

I found a little place.

I found a little place.

Good. I was worried about you.

Don't worry, Ruby. It's very comfortable.

Lord, I have a question for you.

Why am I sleeping in a cardboard box?

Why do I always have to suffer like this?

Why me, Lord?

Don't answer that.

Charles, do you think it would help if I swing three bats

before I get up to the plate?

If you can't swing one bat, Milo, how are you gonna swing three?

Good thinking, Charles.

Thank you, Milo.

Okay, Austin, this is the pitcher's mound.

This is where you'll stand when you pitch the ball to the batters.

How do I get down?

How do I get down?

Why am I sitting here in a box in the rain?

Because those tiny, little kids need me, that's why.

They think I'm a great coach.

They should hear what the kids back home say to me.

"Hey, Charlie Brown. Don't let your team down by showing up."

Good morning, Charles.

I brought you some cold cereal.

Thank you, Milo. That was very nice of you.

You better eat it fast, Charles.

The milk is running through my fingers.

Charles, what's a goose egg?

That's an expression meaning "zero."

If your team doesn't score any runs in an inning, you get a goose egg.

-That's it! -What?

-That's it! -What?

That'll be the name of our team, "The Goose Eggs."

Good grief.

Well, Milo, today's the big game.

Here comes the other team, Charles.

They look pretty tough.

One of their players licked me on the nose.

Lucy.

Charlie Brown?

What are you doing here?

You're the coach of this stupid team?

We can't play them.

They're too little. We'd step on 'em.

Are these people your friends, Charles?

I guess so.

Their rudeness matches their size.

What did he say?

You should come home, Charlie Brown.

That kite-eating tree fell over during the storm.

The Environmental Protection Agency has no evidence against you.

The Environmental Protection Agency has no evidence against you.

Are you an escaped criminal, Charles?

No, not really, Milo.

When I grow up, I wanna be just like you, Charles.

Did everyone hear that?

Don't come in.

Why not?

Because I can't practice playing the piano if you're leaning on it all the time.

If I promise not to lean on your piano, may I come in?

This is better, anyway.

Why is it that musicians never have a sense of humor?

I'm doing a paper on Beethoven. Did you know he never played hockey?

He didn't?

No, he didn't.

If he had played hockey, he would have written some hockey music.

Beethoven was born in 1770. He never played hockey.

When we get to high school,

I'm hoping that we'll have lockers next to each other.

That would be an odd combination.

Get it? Lockers have combination locks.

An odd combination. Get it?

Musicians should never try to be funny.

If you were on a concert tour in far-off places,

would you call me every day?

No, I'd never call you.

You'd probably write, though, wouldn't you?

No, I'd never write to you.

But you'd probably send me cute little postcards.

You know, where you were staying and sights you had seen.

No, I would never send you a postcard.

But if you happen to meet someone in a hotel lobby whom we both knew,

you'd probably tell him to say hello to me when he got back home, wouldn't you?

Who knows? I might.

I knew you'd miss me.

I can't stand this.

I'm going to get a glass of water.

Yes, ma'am.

This year I plan to get nothing but straight A's.

That doesn't mean, of course, that I wouldn't accept a few bent ones.

That doesn't mean, of course, that I wouldn't accept a few bent ones.

Yes, ma'am.

The answer is 12.

It isn't? How about six?

Four?

Nine?

Two?

Ten?

Do you have the feeling that I'm guessing?

Yes, ma'am. That's my book report.

What are the odds on a little love and understanding?

Look, Marcie. A butterfly landed on my nose.

You are probably one of the dozen people in the history of the world

who has had a butterfly land on her nose.

Do you think it's an omen?

No. It's a butterfly, all right.

I hate you, Marcie.

What's a butterfly doing on my nose?

Do you think it's lost? I hope it doesn't think it's found a home.

If it does, it probably thinks it found a condominium.

You're a big help, Marcie.

I'm trying not to giggle, sir.

A butterfly on my nose.

This is serious, Marcie. I don't wanna hurt it.

What if it becomes a caterpillar

and crawls down my face with its furry feet?

It's already been a caterpillar, sir.

Right now, it looks more like a hood ornament.

Right now, it looks more like a hood ornament.

Close your glove compartment, Marcie.

Marcie, the butterfly is gone! What happened?

A miracle, sir.

While you were asleep, it turned into an angel and it flew away.

And that's what happened, Chuck.

First, the butterfly landed on my nose,

and then while I was asleep, it turned into an angel and flew away.

The butterfly chose me, Chuck.

Doesn't that just make you shiver all over?

I'm trying to stay humble, Chuck.

It was a miracle, Sally.

This butterfly landed on my nose and then it turned into an angel.

Your nose turned into an angel?

I'm hanging up, Sally.

This butterfly landed on my nose, see?

Then it suddenly turned into an angel and flew away.

Marcie said she saw it.

I really didn't.

I just made it up.

It was a miracle, Linus.

I don't know why I did it.

I think I've been chosen for some reason.

I never should've said anything.

Plain, simple little old me.

I think I was chosen to bring a message to the world, Linus. I really do.

Why else would a butterfly land on my nose and then turn into an angel?

Well, the world can certainly use a message.

How about this?

If there's a foul ball behind third base, it's the shortstops play.

Yes, ma'am. I'd like to speak to the preacher, please.

The one I see on TV all the time.

The one I see on TV all the time.

I thought maybe he'd be interested in a miracle that I personally know of.

He's busy? I'm sure he is, but this is quite a miracle.

A butterfly landed on my nose and--

A Sunday school paper?

Yes, ma'am, I'll take it.

But now, let me tell you about the angel.

You look tired, sir.

I'm exhausted, Marcie.

I've been to three tabernacles, 14 churches and two temples.

No one wanted to hear about your miracle?

All I got was a bunch of tracts and this.

"Want to receive a blessing?

Donate to our new lawn sprinkling system."

Hello? Joe Mouth? Is this the Joe Mouth talk show?

Well, I'm a first-time caller, but a longtime listener.

I'd like to tell your listeners about a miracle.

This butterfly landed on my nose, see.

This butterfly landed on my nose, see.

And-- Hello? Hello?

Joe Mouth? Hello? Hello? Hello?

Sorry, folks. Just another nut calling in.

I'm not another nut!

It was a miracle, Snoopy!

This butterfly landed on my nose, see. And then it turned into an angel.

I thought you'd be interested because you have such a big nose.

An angel appeared to me, Schroeder,

and told me to give this message to the world,

"If a foul ball is hit behind third base, it's the shortstops play."

That's a very disturbing message.

I expect to be persecuted.

"If a foul ball is hit behind third base, it's the shortstops play."

That's the message I feel the angel told me to give to the world.

There also may be a few earthquakes and some floods.

Boy, that's frightening!

Thank you.

Marcie, look!

The butterfly has come back.

What do you suppose this means?

Maybe it's not an angel anymore, sir.

That's too bad.

Back to the minor leagues.

What would you do if I were to snatch that blanket from you

and throw it right into the trash burner?

I'd collapse right on the spot.

They'd have to haul me away in an ambulance

and place me in an oxygen tent.

How do I think of things like that?

What's the matter?

It hissed at me!

This stupid blanket hates me!

It's attacking me!

This blanket is attacking me! Help!

Down! Down, boy. Down.

I'm the only person I know who's ever been attacked by a blanket.

This is the beginning of a new year, right?

Right!

That stupid blanket you're holding is a bad habit, right?

Right!

Now, listen carefully. I have a suggestion.

Suddenly, I feel very cold.

And this is it.

Well, that's that.

A job well done.

I buried your blanket.

You buried my blanket?

You can't do that.

You can't do that.

I'll die without that blanket.

I'll be like a fish out of water.

I'll die! I'll die!

Tell me where you buried it.

Tell me. Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Please tell me!

Linus tells me you buried his blanket.

Are you sure that was the right thing to do?

Of course I'm sure. I'm always sure of everything I do.

And where are you going?

Linus asked me to sit up with him tonight.

This first night without the blanket is going to be the hardest.

This is gonna be a long night.

It's hard on a little kid who's always depended on a blanket,

especially when he's suddenly deprived of it.

He's feverish.

Is it morning yet?

No, it's only ten o'clock.

No, it's only ten o'clock.

Ten o'clock?

Good grief.

This night is going to last forever.

I'll never make it.

Why did Lucy have to bury my blanket?

Why?

Anyway, Charlie Brown,

it's really nice of you to sit up with me this first night.

Well, this is what friends are for.

Good ol' Charlie Brown.

He's finally gone to sleep.

Maybe if he can make it through the night without his blanket, he'll be all right.

Sleep is what he needs.

If he can just sleep for--

Well, how's he doing?

You think I'm beaten, don't you?

Well, I'm not.

I'm gonna find that blanket if I have to dig up the whole neighborhood.

And I'll find it. Do you hear me?

I'll find it.

Please tell me where it is.

I've just gotta find that blanket, Charlie Brown.

I've just gotta find that blanket, Charlie Brown.

Lucy won't tell me where she buried it, so I've got to dig till I find it.

I've just gotta dig and dig and dig until I find it.

Good luck.

I've gotta find it. I've gotta find it.

I've gotta dig everywhere until I find that blanket.

My blanket!

Snoopy, you found it. You found it. You found my blanket.

I hear Linus got his blanket back.

Stupid dog.

Well, it's obvious

Well, it's obvious

the only way to get rid of that blanket forever is to do something drastic.

Something that stupid dog can't do anything about.

Say, that's a beautiful kite, Lucy.

And you say you made it yourself?

It's very pretty. Sort of a pale blue, isn't it?

It's just about the same color as my…

blanket!

You made a kite out of my blanket.

Do you mean to tell me that's my blanket flying around out there?

How could you do such a thing?

-It was easy. -Oh, no!

Good grief.

I didn't mean to let it--

You didn't mean to? A lot of good that does.

What'll I do? What'll I do?

Be proud.

Be proud?

Sure.

Yours will be the first blanket to orbit the moon.

There goes my beloved blanket.

There goes my beloved blanket.

Soaring away over the trees, the hills, the mountains, maybe even the ocean.

I'll never see it again. Never, never, never.

I might as well give up. I can't live without that blanket.

I can't face life unarmed.

I want to run an ad in the paper, Charlie Brown.

You write it and I'll dictate it.

"Lost. One light blue blanket in the shape of a kite. Please return."

Anything else?

"Owner, desperate."

Word is beginning to get around, Charlie Brown.

People are scanning the skies to find my blanket.

Someone somewhere is bound to see it.

What if they find it, but don't send it back?

They'll send it back all right.

No one wants to see a little boy crack up.

Wow! Look at all these letters from the people who've seen my blanket.

Wow! Look at all these letters from the people who've seen my blanket.

Here's one from people who don't live far from here.

"Dear, Linus.

Our family was on a picnic yesterday. We think we saw your blanket.

We chased it across the field, but we couldn't catch it.

The last we saw of it, it was flying higher and higher,

and it was heading out over the--" Good grief.

Ocean.

Good riddance.

That's the last we'll ever see of that stupid blanket.

And there's no way that stupid dog can do anything about it this time.

You crazy dog!

Huh?