"Dear Snoopy."
Okay, team. Listen up.
I just wanna remind everyone that teamwork wins the game.
Yes, sirree. Right?
What's the use?
Yee-haw!
It's hopeless.
How am I supposed to manage a team when they don't even pay attention to me?
Say, that's not bad.
Maybe now I can command some respect.
Thanks for the advice, Snoopy.
All right, team.
I know we're better than this.
I believe in you.
We just need to practice. A lot.
Now, get on the field and let's show them what you've got.
That was impressive, Charlie Brown.
What's your secret for commanding such respect?
I got some helpful advice from Snoopy, and it really made a difference.
Well, if Snoopy can help you, Charlie Brown,
he must be very good.
Did you hear? Snoopy is giving out helpful advice.
If he's giving advice, who's playing shortstop?
Dear Snoopy, I need help.
I am beyond frustrated.
My Sweet Babboo never seems to look in my direction.
What should I do?
He looked in my direction.
Thanks, Snoopy.
Dear Snoopy, my hero is my dad.
What can I do to be more like him?
Pretty neat, huh, Marcie?
My dad's going to think he's looking in a mirror.
But your dad doesn't have a mustache, sir.
Dear Snoopy, what can I do?
When the big kids are picking teams, they always pick me last.
I pick Rerun for my team.
There's something different about him today.
Charge!
I stand by my choice.
Where is everybody?
How am I supposed to make a living if everyone is happy all the time?
What's going on around here?
Haven't you heard? Snoopy is giving away free advice.
Advice? For free?
Marcie, why did Snoopy advise you to wear that ridiculous mustache?
My upper lip was cold.
Why are you wearing a mustache?
Snoopy says it's like a security blanket for your face.
That's it.
This is a mockery of my professional expertise.
I'm going to give that dog some advice of his own.
What are you doing?
You're not giving real advice.
You're just giving away mustaches.
Enough!
Listen, everyone! Gather around!
Snoopy is giving bad advice.
Wearing a fake mustache won't solve your problems.
Come to think of it,
my Sweet Babboo has stopped looking my way!
I got used to it.
Actually, my dad said I didn't need a mustache to be his rare gem.
You know, my lip doesn't feel much warmer.
I'm not sure it's really me.
Mine's really itchy.
Mine won't even stay on.
What about you, Pigpen? Has your mustache done you any good?
What mustache?
Charlie Brown, you thought wearing a silly mustache
would make you more respected as a baseball manager.
Nobody started listening to you because you had a mustache.
-I did. -Definitely.
They listened to you because you believed in them.
You don't need a mustache to be confident or to get people's attention.
I don't?
No. Confidence comes from inside.
-Agreed. -Yeah.
That's good advice.
So what you're saying is that I'm a natural-born leader
and a gifted manager?
Hardly.
You're a disaster, but you're all we've got.
Thanks, Lucy.
Okay, team. Who's in for a little pickup game?
Bravo!
Thanks for trying to help me out, old pal.
Ready to play some ball?
Wait a minute. I solved the problem.
Everyone owes me five cents.
"Joe School."
Well, Miss Othmar,
there was no one to stay with my dog at home,
so I had to bring him with me.
He has a permission slip.
I promise he won't be any trouble. I packed his crayons.
No, it does not look like her.
Snoopy, when you're in class,
you have to sit still and be quiet or else we'll both be in trouble.
Got it?
Let's see.
A train is going east at 100 miles per hour.
Five passengers get on--
Yes, Miss Othmar. I'm taking care of it.
Snoopy, this isn't recess. You need to settle down.
Miss Othmar,
can Snoopy get a drink of water from the fountain?
Okay, but Miss Othmar says to hurry back.
Come on. Work!
Thanks, Snoopy.
Hold it right there, beagle!
You know we have a strict no-dogs-allowed policy here.
A permission slip, huh?
So you finally got your wish, a day in school.
Well, this might be your only chance, so make the most of it.
Hey, Snoopy can really swing.
Yes, ma'am. I guess it has been a long time.
I'm sure Snoopy will be back soon. He did look awfully thirsty.
And four. And five. And six. Seven.
Knees up. Back straight.
Jumping jacks.
Come on, everyone.
How about a little enthusiasm?
And up. And down. And up. And down. And up.
And touch those toes.
That's more like it. Feel the burn.
And stretch. Get those hips moving.
Nice moves, kid.
Yeah!
I know.
Snoopy must have gone to the water fountain
at the other end of the school.
The teacher gave me a C on my coat hanger sculpture?
That's ridiculous. You can't put a value on art.
Priceless.
Fascinating.
I can't believe it.
Snoopy's wanted to come to school for so long,
and now that he's here, he's missing everything.
Snoopy, where have you been? School is almost…
over.
I hope today wasn't too boring for you, pal.
All you did was go for a drink of water.
There he is!
-Snoopy! -Yes!
-Go, Snoopy, go! -Way to go, kid.
It only took one day for my dog to be more popular than I am.
"Forever Snoopy."
Let's see.
The pennant for our last baseball game of the season.
"Presented to the team most in need of practice."
The football I came closest to kicking.
My seashell collection.
I guess I should have gone to the beach more often.
Snoopy, look.
It's the Valentine's Day card I almost sent
to the Little Red-Haired Girl.
What are you doing, big brother?
Today at school, we learned about time capsules,
so I thought I'd make one for myself.
You put something that has special meaning for you
in a box so you can look at it in the future.
Stuff like pictures, birthday cards,
anything that has sentimental value.
I see. And why would one do this?
So we can remember it forever.
Miss Othmar says fond memories are like a gift you give your future self.
I do like gifts, but I dislike waiting.
Who knows what the future might hold?
I'd rather have the gift now.
Good grief.
Nah.
Snoopy? Supper…
time.
That should be deep enough.
Snoopy, you made a time capsule too?
That's great.
Now all we need to do is bury them, wait a few years,
and then enjoy our memories.
Did I not mention the part about burying it?
Well, that's kind of the whole point of a time capsule.
Good grief.
The only thing left is half a dog biscuit.
You know what?
Time capsule or no time capsule,
I have a feeling you'll be remembered forever, old pal.