Happiness Is a Warm Blanket, Charlie Brown

Tell me where you buried the blanket!

Tell me where you buried the blanket!

Please, tell me where it is.

Good grief. How did this happen?

All right, gang, this is the beginning of a new season.

And if we're going to improve this year, we'll need to work extra hard.

You and that stupid blanket.

You're out.

I can't stand it.

If I were you, I would be afraid of what the other kids would say about that blanket.

Do you have anything in your pocket you can throw into the air?

All I have is a piece of candy.

They don't say much.

Isn't he the cutest thing?

You fascinate me.

Never fall in love with a musician.

It's washday.

It's halfway through the first cycle.

It's in the rinse cycle.

It's in the spin cycle.

It's in the dryer.

Don't say anything.

Just go get a pair of scissors.

You know, Schroeder...

...I bet if we were married some day, we'd be very happy.

While you were practicing the piano, I'd be in the kitchen making your breakfast.

Then I'd bring it in like this.

And set it out all nice and prop up your favorite newspaper...

...and pour your coffee.

Wouldn't that be romantic?

No!

I'll probably never get married.

My cards.

You and that stupid blanket.

What's it to you?

You think you'll be dragging that thing around for the rest of your life.

Maybe I won't drag it around for the rest of my life.

That's right, you won't.

Because I just talked to Grandma...

...and she says that none of her other grandchildren has a blanket.

Tell Grandma that I'm very happy for her.

And that my admiration...

...for those other wonderfully well-adjusted grandchildren knows no bounds.

Why don't you tell her yourself?

- Tell her myself? - Yeah.

Because she'll be here in one week.

And this time, she's serious about making you give up that stupid blanket.

Serious?

How serious?

She said that either you give up that blanket by the time she gets here...

...or she'll do it for you.

Do it for me?

Yeah. By cutting the stupid thing up into a thousand pieces.

Have you thought about how you're going to rid yourself of your blanket, Linus?

It will be hard. But I don't need this blanket.

I don't need it at all.

I can throw it away anytime I want to.

Grandma. Six days.

Never believe anything I say.

Look, Charlie Brown, you've got to help me break this blanket habit.

Why don't you let me try to find some sort of substitute?

Well?

It works pretty well.

But it does have its drawbacks.

Linus, I really like you.

You're my Sweet Babboo.

But I could like you even more if you'd give up that blanket.

Besides, no future husband of mine is going to sit around holding a blanket.

I'm not your Sweet Babboo.

I'm not your future husband.

And I don't really care if you like me or not.

I look forward to the day when I'll understand girls.

I need your help, Charlie Brown.

I'm going to try and kick this blanket once and for all.

I want you to take care of it for me.

But no matter how much I plead, don't give it back to me.

Good grief. I can't do it.

I think I've changed my mind. Please, give it back.

You're weaker than I am.

Now let's do it right this time.

You hang onto it for me, but don't give it to me even if I beg you for it.

Don't give it back to me no matter how much I plead.

No matter how desperate I become.

I've changed my mind. I want it.

No, no, no!

Good grief.

What's the matter?

"What's the matter?" he asks.

You're a disgrace.

No girl could ever like anyone as dirty as you.

Girls like boys who are clean and neat and who keep their shoelaces tied.

But there are a lot of things more important than just being clean.

What on earth are you doing here?

I need professional help.

I can't get rid of this blanket.

It's the only thing that keeps me going.

Well, as they say on TV...

...the mere fact that you realize you need help...

...indicates that you are not too far gone.

But I'm in sad shape.

Have no fear, little brother. My job is to heal.

To guide the patient.

To be that voice gently whispering sound advice into his ear.

Grow up!

Too much healing can be hazardous to your health.

Schroeder, if I told you I had the feeling you and I would get married someday...

...would you chuckle lightly or laugh loud and long?

I don't know. It's kind of hard to say offhand.

Schroeder, I have the feeling you and I will get married someday.

Loud and long.

This is it.

Give me back my blanket.

No. I've got it and I'm going to keep it.

This is the start you need to break the habit.

Hey, now, let's talk this thing over.

Listen. When Grandma gets here...

...she expects you to be done with this blanket.

But she's not here yet.

I know. That's why this is just a start.

We'll see if you can do without it for a while.

Besides, you said you could give up this blanket anytime.

Now you're going to have to prove it.

Why don't you just tear off a little corner and let me give it up gradually?

King me.

So where did you put my blanket?

I put it in the hall closet and locked the door.

We'll see if you can do without it until dinner.

Until dinner? Is that all?

Why, of course, I can.

Dinner? Ha!

It'll be a cinch.

Dinner.

Hey, Linus. Where's your blanket?

Lucy locked it in the closet.

She wants me to do without it until dinner.

It's her way of getting me to gradually free myself of it before Grandma comes.

You don't look too well.

How would you look if your whole nervous system was shot?

No substitutes.

King me.

And no substitutes.

No substitutes!

Well, my Sweet Babboo...

...I hear you're going to go without your blanket for a whole day.

I'm not your Sweet Babboo.

I'll never last until dinner.

I have hot and cold flashes.

My eyes won't focus.

I gotta have that blanket.

I'm cracking up and nobody cares.

Nobody, nobody, nobody!

I think your keeping the blanket away from Linus has gone far enough, Lucy.

You'd better unlock the closet and give it back.

What makes you say that, Charlie Brown?

I guess maybe you're right.

Three days!

Pig Pen, you're a disgrace.

You're a mess when you eat, a mess when you play...

...and a mess when you're just standing still.

Why are you always so dirty?

When in the world are you going to clean up?

I have affixed to me the dirt of countless ages.

Who am I to disturb history?

Schroeder loves me. He loves me not.

He loves me. He loves me not.

He loves me. He loves me not.

Hooray!

No manager in the history of baseball...

...has ever had to go through what I have to go through.

What's going on here?!

I knew I'd never get away with it.

Snoopy, where is it?

When I find you, I'll fix you good. I mean it.

Now, all you have to do is hold the kite like this...

...and then let go when I tell you to.

Are you ready?

Okay, let go.

My kite. My beautiful kite.

You didn't let go. I said to let go and you didn't let go.

You didn't say "please."

I'm mad this time, Snoopy. I'm really mad.

Where is he? Where is that stupid dog?

What's the matter with you?

Snoopy has my blanket.

And when I find him, I'll fix him good.

Say, that's a beautiful kite, Lucy.

It's very pretty.

Sort of a pale blue, isn't it?

It's just about the same color as my...blanket!