The Snoopy Show

"A Snoopy Tale."

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This is amazing!

I find it very informative.

And hilarious. Check out Page 52.

Hey! Can someone throw me the ball?

You won't believe it, Charlie Brown,

but that dog of yours has written his autobiography.

Autobiography?

I never knew Snoopy was born in the Wild, Wild West.

Just how old is your dog, Charles?

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Ow! Ow!

Wait a minute. Snoopy wasn't born in the Wild, Wild West.

He was born at Daisy Hill Farm.

Snoopy had four brothers and one sister.

They were: Spike,

Andy,

Marbles,

Olaf,

Belle and of course... Snoopy.

I was told they used to play chase,

tug-of-rope

and hide-and-go-seek.

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But mostly, they liked to sing together.

But they couldn't sing forever.

One by one, the puppies were adopted

until Snoopy was the only one left.

- That's when I came in. - Hmm?

Hey there, little guy. Do you wanna come live with me?

Look what I have.

We're going to be best friends.

I liked the cowboy story better.

Hmm. I wonder what else is in that book.

Read me a little more, please.

All right. "Chapter 2.

Even as a puppy, I had style

and knew how to make a big entrance."

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Good grief.

That's not how it happened at all.

When I first brought Snoopy home, he was scared.

Don't be nervous. You're gonna like it here.

I even got you a toy.

- - Maybe we'll play with that later.

There you go.

It's your very own dog bed.

Snoopy?

Oof!

I thought you might like this better. It's your very own doghouse.

Take a look inside.

Or fall asleep on the roof.

Gosh, Charlie Brown. That's a pretty good story.

You should write a book.

Huh.

Maybe I should.

Hey, big brother!

You never told me Snoopy trained with the French Foreign Legion.

I never told you Snoopy trained with the French Foreign Legion

because he didn't!

I was the one who trained him.

Okay, Snoopy. We'll start with a simple command.

Ready? Sit!

I suppose that's technically accurate.

Let's try another one. Shake!

That's delicious.

But you're supposed to follow my commands like a normal dog.

If you do, I'll give you a doggy treat.

The point is, I taught him how to make pizza.

Well, it's not in the book, big brother.

In fact, there's no mention of you at all.

That's impossible!

- Sign my book, Snoopy! - Come on, kid! Sign mine!

Make mine out to your most brilliant fan!

Snoopy, I'm happy you wrote a book and everyone likes it,

but how come you didn't even mention me?

You're supposed to be man's best friend.

I mean, my best friend.

"Dedicated to that roundheaded kid who brings me dinner."

That's me! I'm the roundheaded kid!

You dedicated it to me!

Thanks, Snoopy!

Whoo-hoo!

Wow! Big brother sure is happy!

Hooray!

I hope that he stays that way forever.

Yay!

"When Snoopy Met Woodstock."

Hut, hut!

- - Whoo-hoo!

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Wow, nice catch!

A dog and a bird who are best friends?

How does that even happen?

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Hmm.

- Hmm. - Uh-uh-uh.

Hmm. Hmm.

Ah!

Ta-da!

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Okay, you're on the clock. What's the issue?

Uh-uh-uh.

Ta-da!

Okay, wrap it up!

He clearly just wants to be friends.

Huh.

- - Five cents, please!