Snoopy Presents: There's No Place Like Home, Snoopy

Phew.

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Aha!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Stop dilly-dallying, Big Brother.

This yard sale isn't gonna set up itself.

Coming, Sally.

Whoa.

I love a spring yard sale.

It's the perfect time to get rid of all your old stuff

to make room for new stuff.

Oh.

I'll be sad to see some of these old things go.

Hopefully, they'll make someone else just as happy.

Well, all the money we get will make me happy.

Snoopy, do you have anything you'd like to sell?

What can a dog have to sell at a yard sale?

Is that my hockey stick?

Pfft. I prefer a more curated approach.

It's all about the presentation.

Wow, there sure is some great stuff in here.

My old glove.

I know it doesn't… …fit anymore,

but it's full of memories.

I almost made a game-winning catch with this glove.

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So, it's really just a game-losing glove.

We're open for business.

- Right this way. - Whoa.

No pushing, no shoving.

- There's plenty for everyone. - Look, check it out!

Classic Bunny Wunny.

Nothing says spring like a new perfume.

Wouldn't you agree, my Sweet Babboo?

I'm not your Sweet Babboo,

but I do love a fresh scent.

What does it smell like?

No idea. My mom donated them.

This one is called, "Sample."

It's pronounced… …sample.

It's French.

Do I detect a top note of jasmine?

- Or is that… - It's bubble gum, you blockhead.

I'll take it.

What else do you have?

Uh, vanilla pudding, rose bouquet, strawberry…

I'll take them all.

How much for this fishing pole, Sally?

That's $1.35, Franklin.

My grandpa always says,

"You can't put a price on a good day of fishing."

How about a $1.20?

Sold.

Fifty cents?

- What am I? A millionaire? -

Hey, Snoopy. Does this accordion work?

No, thanks. My mom would just make me practice.

Have it. Don't need it. Don't want it.

Nope. Never.

A waffle maker?

I'm more of a pancake gal.

Who painted this? A dog?

Huh. I never realized beagles were so sensitive.

How much for this baseball card, Chuck?

Oh, that one? I didn't realize I put it in there.

I should probably keep it, Peppermint Patty.

It's my favorite.

How about this one?

Oh, uh, that's my other favorite.

What about this ball?

It looks like it's never even been hit.

Actually, they're all my favorites.

You sure have a funny way of doing business, Chuck.

Hey, Charles. Is all this baseball gear really for sale?

Hi, Milo.

Oh, um, funny you should mention that.

Because my baseball team,

we're called The Goose Eggs, on account of how--

You've never scored a run.

I remember.

I know how that feels.

Maybe all you need is a little more practice.

It's kind of hard.

Austin lost our only bat.

And Ruby still uses an oven mitt for a glove.

This would be a major step up for the team.

How much?

Uh, um, it's just…

Uh…

These are for display… only.

It did seem too good to be true.

- - Charlie Brown,

you're the only kid I know

who could have a yard sale and not sell anything!

That'll be ten cents.

It served its purpose.

- - Attention, shoppers, everything must go.

No reasonable offer refused.

- Nice! - Ooh!

- Whoa! - Yes!

Thank you. All sales final.

Thanks. All sales final.

Pleasure doing business with you.

All sales final!

Whoa, you sold everything.

Even the tables.

Uh-huh.

I made a pretty penny too.

I even sold an old dollhouse.

I forgot I had an old dollhouse.

Sally, you sold Snoopy's doghouse?

Are you certain?

I'm pretty sure I heard dollhouse.

Do you remember who you sold it to?

- Hmm. -

It's kinda hard to think with all that noise.

Sally! It's important.

I don't remember.

In the thrill of commerce, it's all a blur.

Poor Snoopy.

Welcome to your new home, Snoopy.

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