The Charlie Brown and Snoopy Show (1983) s01e05 Episode Script
Linus' Security Blanket
A cat's got Woodstock.
The cat next door has got Woodstock.
Save him, save him.
Cat fight, dog fight,
cat and dog fight.
It's a massacre.
Snoopy is rescuing Woodstock.
The cat next door has got Woodstock.
And Snoopy is rescuing him.
It looks like just a yellow glove.
I apologize, Snoopy.
I thought the cat next door
had gotten Woodstock.
But it was only an old yellow glove.
But it proved one thing, didn't it?
It proved you were willing to
give your life for your friend.
You could have been killed.
So you finally did it.
You got into a fight
with the cat next door.
Come into the house.
We may have to call a vet.
What's that all over your tongue?
Yuck, cat hair.
How's our hero?
I'm going to take him to the vets.
That's good.
He probably needs a tetanus shot.
Actually, four or five
good tetanus shots.
Tetanus shots are for horses.
Well, he looks like he was
stepped on by a horse.
The vet said you really took
quite a beating, Snoopy.
He said he's going to give you
a long-lasting penicillin shot.
Woodstock would have
been proud of you, Snoopy.
After all, you really thought you
were fighting to save his life.
That was no ordinary cat either.
Are you going to keep on
reading War and Peace?
We just got a call from
the people next door.
Guess what?
They claim that you
attack their kitten.
I'm going over to our neighbors
and apologize for Snoopy
attacking their kitten.
The whole thing was really
my mistake, Charlie Brown.
You stay here.
I'll go over and explain
to them what happened.
That's no kitten.
That's a thousand-pound goalie cat.
A centimeter?
If any centimeters come
crawling into this room,
I'll step on them.
Yes, ma'am.
For show and tell today,
I have brought this leaf.
You will note that I left
the tree where it was.
Yes, ma'am.
A man in a truck drove to the zoo.
He said to the zookeeper,
I've got some good news for you
and some bad news for you.
Another C-minus.
You know what?
I always enjoy speculating
on what our life would be like
if you and I ever got
married, Schroeder.
I'll bet we'd have a son.
And he'd probably be a
great musician just like you.
But I wonder what he'd look like.
I wonder if he'd have
my sensitive expression.
What do you think our
son would look like?
Well, perhaps.
But I'd like to think that his nose
wouldn't be quite that big.
Beethoven was born on
December 16th, 1770.
That was a very good year.
That was the same year that
Gainsborough painted the Blue Boy.
Maybe we'll have another
year like that pretty soon.
I hope so. We're overdue.
As a young boy,
Beethoven was powerfully built.
He was short of stature,
had broad shoulders,
a short neck, a large head,
and a round nose.
He sounds kinda cute.
Beethoven was not cute.
Today is the 200th anniversary
of the birth of Beethoven.
I shall celebrate it by giving
you a kiss on the nose.
How quaint.
The kiss will be supplied
by my representative.
Happy Beethoven's birthday.
Ow!
But is it art?
Hey, manager.
I think we should call the game.
Call the game?
Why should we call the game?
It's raining on my cake.
What are you doing, Charlie Brown?
Go on home.
The game has been called.
Don't you think I know that?
I'm here for tomorrow's game.
Come back, everybody.
We can still play.
A little water doesn't hurt.
The waves aren't that high.
There aren't even any whitecaps.
Good grief.
I'm floating out to sea.
This is ridiculous.
I'm floating out to sea
on a pitcher's mound.
Help!
Never an umpire around
when you need one.
Hey, look!
Your brother's floating out to
sea on the pitcher's mound.
You should wave to him.
You'll probably never see him again.
So long, big brother.
Floating out to sea
on a pitcher's mound.
I can't believe it.
Charlie Brown's in trouble, Snoopy.
We should do something.
Help!
I'm floating out to sea!
Help!
Somebody save me!
Hang on, Charlie Brown!
I have good news for you.
You're not floating out to sea.
You're floating down a driveway
and into an alley behind a supermarket.
And home.
What are you doing home?
I thought you had floated out to sea.
No, I guess not.
I ended up in an alley
behind a supermarket.
It was a terrible experience.
I suppose you're going
to want your room back.
Sit down, please.
Thank you.
I'm going to ask you a question
and I want you to
answer me truthfully.
You see?
Physicians can learn
a lot about a patient
by asking what may even sound
like a very simple question.
All right.
Now answer me truthfully.
Which do you prefer?
A sunrise or a sunset?
Well, a sunset, I guess.
I thought so.
You're just the type.
I might have known.
What a disappointment.
People who prefer
sunsets are dreamers.
They always give up.
They always look back
instead of forward.
I just might have known you
weren't a sunrise person.
Sunrisers are go-getters.
They have ambition and drive.
Give me a person who
likes a sunrise every time.
Yes, sir.
I'm sorry, Charlie Brown.
If you prefer sunsets to sunrises,
I can't take your case.
You're hopeless.
Actually, I always
sort of prefer noon.
Charlie Brown!
It's that time of year again.
Dum-dum-be-dum-be-dum-be-dum-bum-pum.
I'll hold the ball, Charlie Brown.
And you'll come running up and kick it.
- Okay?
- Okay.
She thinks I'm stupid.
She plans to pull the ball away
when I come running up to kick it.
But this year, I'm gonna go fool her.
This year, I'm just
gonna make her wait.
If I have to, I'll sit here in
the house until midnight.
I'll be.
She's sound asleep.
This is my big chance.
She really slipped up this time.
We fanatics are light sleepers,
Charlie Brown.
Linus has a stupid
new green blanket.
I like you, Linus.
I like you and I admire you.
But I could like you even more
if you give up that blanket.
I don't really care if
you like me or not.
I look forward to the day
when I'll understand girls.
Hey, Snoopy, I need a favor.
Now listen carefully,
you stupid beagle.
This is what I want you to do for me.
I'm going to try to kick this
blanket habit once and for all.
But I need your help.
I want you to keep my blanket for me.
And don't give it back no
matter how much I plead.
No matter how much I beg.
No matter how desperate I become.
And this isn't going to be fun.
Do my eyes deceive me?
Are you actually going to bed
without your security blanket?
I gave it to Snoopy to hold for me.
I'm going to break the
habit this time if it kills me.
I told him not to give it back
no matter how much I beg.
I wouldn't trust that stupid
beagle with anything.
Why not?
I'm sure he's put it away
in very safe keeping.
I haven't slept for two days.
I want my blanket back.
I thought I could
give it up, but I can't.
I've got to have it back.
Please give it back.
Please, please.
Come out and bring
that blanket with you.
Do you hear me?
Come out.
My blanket.
He had my blanket
made into a sport coat.
I'm going crazy.
I gave you that blanket to keep for me,
only to see if I could give it up.
And you had it made into a sport coat.
Do you know what that
stupid beagle of yours did?
He had two sport coats
made out of my blanket.
This is all that's left.
It's all your fault, Charlie Brown,
because you own such a stupid beagle.
Do you know what I just
read in the medical journal?
It said that a person who
is deprived of his blanket
by a stupid beagle who has
it made into a sport coat
cannot survive for
more than 48 hours.
That must be an interesting
medical journal.
Please let me touch my blanket.
I know it's your sport coat now.
I don't deny that.
But I've got to touch it.
Let me touch your coat, please.
My hands aren't shaking.
I'm not dizzy anymore.
My stomach doesn't hurt.
I'm actually hungry.
I made it through the weekend
without my blanket.
I did it! I did it! I did it!
And I did it my way.
Dear sister, guess what?
I've broken the blanket habit.
I made it through the weekend
without my blanket.
I did it. I did it.
And I did it my way.
That's the screaming and shouting
and pounding on the ground,
making a fool out of yourself way.
Linus, I have a surprise for you.
Surprise for you too, Charlie Brown.
Guess what?
I have finally
I felt responsible for
losing your blanket.
So I bought you a new one.
Oh no!
I had it licked and now
I'm hooked again!
So I bought Linus a new blanket.
I thought I was doing the right thing.
Hmm.
I'm not quite sure how I
can put this, Charlie Brown.
But let me say this.
In all of mankind's history,
there has never been more
damage done than by people
who thought they were
doing the right thing.
Five cents, please.
This is really quite fascinating.
Have you ever read anything about
mass communications, Charlie Brown?
It's interesting to see,
Charlie Brown,
the effect that TV programs have
and things like newspapers
and comic books have
on children and other
and other people.
And how we are sometimes
led to believe that
You're not listening.
It's a story I've been reading called
The Pit and the Pendulum by Poe.
And it's about this man,
see, who's a prisoner.
He's tied to a table
and this big pendulum keeps
swinging back and forth above him,
getting nearer and nearer.
It sounds like an exciting story.
I'll have to read it.
I think you'd enjoy it.
I really do.
That Edgar Allan Poe was a riot.
There I was, standing in the
front of the whole class.
And I forgot what I was going to say.
I could feel my face turning red.
You know how it feels.
It's like when you're upside down
and all the blood rushes to your head.
That's a good example.
Maybe my faithful dog will rescue me.
Maybe he'll discover that I'm gone.
And he'll come looking for me.
Dogs have an unusual sense of loyalty.
He's bound to have missed me.
Every time you think things can't
get any worse, they get worse.
This time, however, I don't know.
What could be worse than
being tangled in a kite string
and hanging upside down from a tree?
If you're tangled in a kite string
and hanging upside down from a tree
it's nothing to worry about.
Eventually, the string will get wet
from the rain and dry out in the sun.
And then it will weaken and break.
It's nature's way of
protecting the kite flyer.
Dogs are a stupid lot.
Oh, I don't think so.
I think dogs are pretty smart.
I think we're lucky
to have dogs with us.
I think having dogs around
has made this a better world.
What's this?
Oh, I said a nice word about dogs.
And now he hangs on me all day.
I guess he appreciated what you said.
Yes, I guess he did.
Schroeder, do you like dogs?
Oh, yes. I'm a great dog lover.
I firmly believe that
this is a better world
because of the presence of dogs.
Free!
Do you like dogs, Charlie Brown?
Hey, that's not fair.
You have to answer.
Oh, good grief.
Yes, I love dogs.
I think having dogs with us
has made this a better world.
Free!
Anybody around here like dogs?
How about it?
Are there any dog lovers around here?
Real dog lovers?
How about it?
What do you say?
Anyone around here like dogs?
How about it?
Huh?
What do you say?
Anybody around here like dogs?
Huh?
Any dog lovers around here?
What's going on, Chuck?
All I did is say something
nice about dogs,
and he's been hanging
on me ever since.
Did you mean what you said?
Sure.
I really like dogs.
He just gave my arm
an extra little squeeze.
Listen to what it says here in the
latest issue of the medical journal.
If a dog hangs onto a
person's arm too long,
it could conceivably do
that arm serious damage.
There, now don't say
I've never helped you.
Girls are kind of strange, aren't they?
Oh, I don't know.
I think they're pretty smart.
In fact, I think this is a better world
because of the presence of girls.
Oh, no.
The cat next door has got Woodstock.
Save him, save him.
Cat fight, dog fight,
cat and dog fight.
It's a massacre.
Snoopy is rescuing Woodstock.
The cat next door has got Woodstock.
And Snoopy is rescuing him.
It looks like just a yellow glove.
I apologize, Snoopy.
I thought the cat next door
had gotten Woodstock.
But it was only an old yellow glove.
But it proved one thing, didn't it?
It proved you were willing to
give your life for your friend.
You could have been killed.
So you finally did it.
You got into a fight
with the cat next door.
Come into the house.
We may have to call a vet.
What's that all over your tongue?
Yuck, cat hair.
How's our hero?
I'm going to take him to the vets.
That's good.
He probably needs a tetanus shot.
Actually, four or five
good tetanus shots.
Tetanus shots are for horses.
Well, he looks like he was
stepped on by a horse.
The vet said you really took
quite a beating, Snoopy.
He said he's going to give you
a long-lasting penicillin shot.
Woodstock would have
been proud of you, Snoopy.
After all, you really thought you
were fighting to save his life.
That was no ordinary cat either.
Are you going to keep on
reading War and Peace?
We just got a call from
the people next door.
Guess what?
They claim that you
attack their kitten.
I'm going over to our neighbors
and apologize for Snoopy
attacking their kitten.
The whole thing was really
my mistake, Charlie Brown.
You stay here.
I'll go over and explain
to them what happened.
That's no kitten.
That's a thousand-pound goalie cat.
A centimeter?
If any centimeters come
crawling into this room,
I'll step on them.
Yes, ma'am.
For show and tell today,
I have brought this leaf.
You will note that I left
the tree where it was.
Yes, ma'am.
A man in a truck drove to the zoo.
He said to the zookeeper,
I've got some good news for you
and some bad news for you.
Another C-minus.
You know what?
I always enjoy speculating
on what our life would be like
if you and I ever got
married, Schroeder.
I'll bet we'd have a son.
And he'd probably be a
great musician just like you.
But I wonder what he'd look like.
I wonder if he'd have
my sensitive expression.
What do you think our
son would look like?
Well, perhaps.
But I'd like to think that his nose
wouldn't be quite that big.
Beethoven was born on
December 16th, 1770.
That was a very good year.
That was the same year that
Gainsborough painted the Blue Boy.
Maybe we'll have another
year like that pretty soon.
I hope so. We're overdue.
As a young boy,
Beethoven was powerfully built.
He was short of stature,
had broad shoulders,
a short neck, a large head,
and a round nose.
He sounds kinda cute.
Beethoven was not cute.
Today is the 200th anniversary
of the birth of Beethoven.
I shall celebrate it by giving
you a kiss on the nose.
How quaint.
The kiss will be supplied
by my representative.
Happy Beethoven's birthday.
Ow!
But is it art?
Hey, manager.
I think we should call the game.
Call the game?
Why should we call the game?
It's raining on my cake.
What are you doing, Charlie Brown?
Go on home.
The game has been called.
Don't you think I know that?
I'm here for tomorrow's game.
Come back, everybody.
We can still play.
A little water doesn't hurt.
The waves aren't that high.
There aren't even any whitecaps.
Good grief.
I'm floating out to sea.
This is ridiculous.
I'm floating out to sea
on a pitcher's mound.
Help!
Never an umpire around
when you need one.
Hey, look!
Your brother's floating out to
sea on the pitcher's mound.
You should wave to him.
You'll probably never see him again.
So long, big brother.
Floating out to sea
on a pitcher's mound.
I can't believe it.
Charlie Brown's in trouble, Snoopy.
We should do something.
Help!
I'm floating out to sea!
Help!
Somebody save me!
Hang on, Charlie Brown!
I have good news for you.
You're not floating out to sea.
You're floating down a driveway
and into an alley behind a supermarket.
And home.
What are you doing home?
I thought you had floated out to sea.
No, I guess not.
I ended up in an alley
behind a supermarket.
It was a terrible experience.
I suppose you're going
to want your room back.
Sit down, please.
Thank you.
I'm going to ask you a question
and I want you to
answer me truthfully.
You see?
Physicians can learn
a lot about a patient
by asking what may even sound
like a very simple question.
All right.
Now answer me truthfully.
Which do you prefer?
A sunrise or a sunset?
Well, a sunset, I guess.
I thought so.
You're just the type.
I might have known.
What a disappointment.
People who prefer
sunsets are dreamers.
They always give up.
They always look back
instead of forward.
I just might have known you
weren't a sunrise person.
Sunrisers are go-getters.
They have ambition and drive.
Give me a person who
likes a sunrise every time.
Yes, sir.
I'm sorry, Charlie Brown.
If you prefer sunsets to sunrises,
I can't take your case.
You're hopeless.
Actually, I always
sort of prefer noon.
Charlie Brown!
It's that time of year again.
Dum-dum-be-dum-be-dum-be-dum-bum-pum.
I'll hold the ball, Charlie Brown.
And you'll come running up and kick it.
- Okay?
- Okay.
She thinks I'm stupid.
She plans to pull the ball away
when I come running up to kick it.
But this year, I'm gonna go fool her.
This year, I'm just
gonna make her wait.
If I have to, I'll sit here in
the house until midnight.
I'll be.
She's sound asleep.
This is my big chance.
She really slipped up this time.
We fanatics are light sleepers,
Charlie Brown.
Linus has a stupid
new green blanket.
I like you, Linus.
I like you and I admire you.
But I could like you even more
if you give up that blanket.
I don't really care if
you like me or not.
I look forward to the day
when I'll understand girls.
Hey, Snoopy, I need a favor.
Now listen carefully,
you stupid beagle.
This is what I want you to do for me.
I'm going to try to kick this
blanket habit once and for all.
But I need your help.
I want you to keep my blanket for me.
And don't give it back no
matter how much I plead.
No matter how much I beg.
No matter how desperate I become.
And this isn't going to be fun.
Do my eyes deceive me?
Are you actually going to bed
without your security blanket?
I gave it to Snoopy to hold for me.
I'm going to break the
habit this time if it kills me.
I told him not to give it back
no matter how much I beg.
I wouldn't trust that stupid
beagle with anything.
Why not?
I'm sure he's put it away
in very safe keeping.
I haven't slept for two days.
I want my blanket back.
I thought I could
give it up, but I can't.
I've got to have it back.
Please give it back.
Please, please.
Come out and bring
that blanket with you.
Do you hear me?
Come out.
My blanket.
He had my blanket
made into a sport coat.
I'm going crazy.
I gave you that blanket to keep for me,
only to see if I could give it up.
And you had it made into a sport coat.
Do you know what that
stupid beagle of yours did?
He had two sport coats
made out of my blanket.
This is all that's left.
It's all your fault, Charlie Brown,
because you own such a stupid beagle.
Do you know what I just
read in the medical journal?
It said that a person who
is deprived of his blanket
by a stupid beagle who has
it made into a sport coat
cannot survive for
more than 48 hours.
That must be an interesting
medical journal.
Please let me touch my blanket.
I know it's your sport coat now.
I don't deny that.
But I've got to touch it.
Let me touch your coat, please.
My hands aren't shaking.
I'm not dizzy anymore.
My stomach doesn't hurt.
I'm actually hungry.
I made it through the weekend
without my blanket.
I did it! I did it! I did it!
And I did it my way.
Dear sister, guess what?
I've broken the blanket habit.
I made it through the weekend
without my blanket.
I did it. I did it.
And I did it my way.
That's the screaming and shouting
and pounding on the ground,
making a fool out of yourself way.
Linus, I have a surprise for you.
Surprise for you too, Charlie Brown.
Guess what?
I have finally
I felt responsible for
losing your blanket.
So I bought you a new one.
Oh no!
I had it licked and now
I'm hooked again!
So I bought Linus a new blanket.
I thought I was doing the right thing.
Hmm.
I'm not quite sure how I
can put this, Charlie Brown.
But let me say this.
In all of mankind's history,
there has never been more
damage done than by people
who thought they were
doing the right thing.
Five cents, please.
This is really quite fascinating.
Have you ever read anything about
mass communications, Charlie Brown?
It's interesting to see,
Charlie Brown,
the effect that TV programs have
and things like newspapers
and comic books have
on children and other
and other people.
And how we are sometimes
led to believe that
You're not listening.
It's a story I've been reading called
The Pit and the Pendulum by Poe.
And it's about this man,
see, who's a prisoner.
He's tied to a table
and this big pendulum keeps
swinging back and forth above him,
getting nearer and nearer.
It sounds like an exciting story.
I'll have to read it.
I think you'd enjoy it.
I really do.
That Edgar Allan Poe was a riot.
There I was, standing in the
front of the whole class.
And I forgot what I was going to say.
I could feel my face turning red.
You know how it feels.
It's like when you're upside down
and all the blood rushes to your head.
That's a good example.
Maybe my faithful dog will rescue me.
Maybe he'll discover that I'm gone.
And he'll come looking for me.
Dogs have an unusual sense of loyalty.
He's bound to have missed me.
Every time you think things can't
get any worse, they get worse.
This time, however, I don't know.
What could be worse than
being tangled in a kite string
and hanging upside down from a tree?
If you're tangled in a kite string
and hanging upside down from a tree
it's nothing to worry about.
Eventually, the string will get wet
from the rain and dry out in the sun.
And then it will weaken and break.
It's nature's way of
protecting the kite flyer.
Dogs are a stupid lot.
Oh, I don't think so.
I think dogs are pretty smart.
I think we're lucky
to have dogs with us.
I think having dogs around
has made this a better world.
What's this?
Oh, I said a nice word about dogs.
And now he hangs on me all day.
I guess he appreciated what you said.
Yes, I guess he did.
Schroeder, do you like dogs?
Oh, yes. I'm a great dog lover.
I firmly believe that
this is a better world
because of the presence of dogs.
Free!
Do you like dogs, Charlie Brown?
Hey, that's not fair.
You have to answer.
Oh, good grief.
Yes, I love dogs.
I think having dogs with us
has made this a better world.
Free!
Anybody around here like dogs?
How about it?
Are there any dog lovers around here?
Real dog lovers?
How about it?
What do you say?
Anyone around here like dogs?
How about it?
Huh?
What do you say?
Anybody around here like dogs?
Huh?
Any dog lovers around here?
What's going on, Chuck?
All I did is say something
nice about dogs,
and he's been hanging
on me ever since.
Did you mean what you said?
Sure.
I really like dogs.
He just gave my arm
an extra little squeeze.
Listen to what it says here in the
latest issue of the medical journal.
If a dog hangs onto a
person's arm too long,
it could conceivably do
that arm serious damage.
There, now don't say
I've never helped you.
Girls are kind of strange, aren't they?
Oh, I don't know.
I think they're pretty smart.
In fact, I think this is a better world
because of the presence of girls.
Oh, no.