"Bouncing Baby Beagle."
Well, old friend, I'm off to an overnight camping trip.
I just wanted to say goodbye before I leave.
I'll miss you.
I suppose you'll miss me too?
Well, Sally is in charge while I'm gone.
Don't worry. She promised to feed you.
I'm going to take care of you as if you were my baby brother.
As your big sister, it's my job to make sure you have fun.
And what could be more fun than practicing our manners
at an elegant tea party?
Here you are.
No tea party would be complete without a plate of cookies.
Nuh-uh.
Now it's time to practice our elegant tea party laughter.
It's dress-up time already!
Which do you like better? The blue one or the yellow one?
As your big sister, it's my responsibility to share this cuteness with the world.
Keep your head inside the carriage, Snoopy.
I don't want any accidents on my watch.
It's nap time.
Sleep well, little brother.
Do you mind? There are babies out here trying to sleep!
Sorry about that.
Please play something more appropriate.
Sally, is that a new baby carriage?
Didn't you hear? I'm a big sister now.
I didn't know.
I never realized how much work it is. I guess that's why they say,
"Big sisters are the roses in the bouquet of life."
Can you hold this while I play in the sandbox?
And baby brothers are the thorns.
Can I take a look?
Of course. He's very friendly.
Dog germs! I've been tricked!
Worse than tricked, I've been licked!
Soap and water! I need soap and water!
Some people just aren't born with that big sister instinct.
Do you know what time it is now? Bath time!
Which means bath toys!
In moments like these, you really earn your big sister stripes.
You've been a very good baby brother today,
so that's why I've made you a special dinner.
Enjoy!
Snoopy! You did miss me.
I'm so happy you came to visit.
Wait, what about Sally?
It's just that she was so excited to be your big sister.
It really meant a lot to her.
Well, you're here now.
We might as well have some food.
We're having burnt toast and cold campfire beans.
Big sisters never get the appreciation they deserve.
Little brother! You came back! And just in time.
I'm sorry about your bottle earlier.
I guess I went a little heavy on the prunes.
Here's your favorite meal to make up for it. Voilà!
No "thank you"?
Where's the appreciation? Where's the gratitude?
Now that I've had some experience being a big sister,
I think being a baby sister is much better.
"Snoopy on the Mound."
You're just a few runs down. You can do this.
How about some support?
You can do it, Charlie Brown!
Yeah, Charlie Brown, you can do it!
You can probably do it, Charlie Brown!
I'd say more, but I don't wanna get your hopes up!
If you think you could do better, maybe you should pitch.
Okay, Snoopy.
If I do this, it means throw me a fastball.
This means a curveball. This means a slider.
Got it?
Just nod when you pick one.
Schroeder's signaling for a fastball.
-Now he's signaling for a curveball. -Nuh-uh.
That's a slider.
Just pick one!
Strike one!
That was a good pitch, Snoopy.
Strike two!
Strike three! You're out!
-Good job, Snoopy! -Yay, Snoopy!
-Nice moves! -What a refreshing change of pace.
I think Snoopy should be our new pitcher.
But if he's the pitcher, what position do I play?
I had to ask.
Strike!
Strike, strike, strike! You're outta there!
-Yeah! -Nice move! Nice job, Snoopy!
-Way to go, Snoopy! -Yay, Snoopy!
-Yeah! -Hooray!
If they hadn't scored 14 runs in the first inning, we would've won.
Snoopy should be our pitcher all the time.
Yeah! Nice move!
I think he should be our pitcher and our manager.
-Yeah! -Yeah!
Snoopy can't be the manager. I'm the manager.
Besides, he doesn't have the manager's clipboard.
Problem solved.
Snoopy! Snoopy! Snoopy! Snoopy! Snoopy! Snoopy!
They only carry me off the field when I get hurt.
With Snoopy in charge, we're going to win for sure.
Wow! He's fired up!
And the game hasn't even started yet.
Snoopy, I was thinking,
since you're not playing shortstop anymore,
maybe I can play that position instead of the outfield.
At least he considered it.
You can't throw me out of the game. I don't even wanna be here!
Strike one!
The new manager is giving me the signal to…
swing? Bunt?
Strike two!
Don't swing. Ball? Bounce? Bunny hop? What?
Strike three! You're out!
I got it. I got it!
This is poor team management, Snoopy.
You can't kick all your players off the field. Who's going to play?
I can't believe we've been replaced by birds.
On the upside, we're winning.
We don't play just to win, do we? We play for the fun.
We play for the fresh air.
We play because we get better when we work together as a team.
Am I right?
Actually, we're winning by a lot.
You got everyone kicked off the field. Including yourself.
What do we do now?
The manager's clipboard.
I'll take care of this.
Here, birdie, birdie, birdie!
As a manager, you have to be ready for every occasion.
Yay!
Thanks, old pal.
"Snoopy Swap."
Good book, Marcie?
Fascinating, sir. Good paddle?
You know it.
Just a reminder, we have tickets for the Tiny Tots concert tomorrow.
Didn't we just see one of those?
That was six months ago.
A stirring interpretation of Little Red Riding Hood.
What are we seeing this time?
A stirring interpretation of Peter and the Wolf.
Yeesh! Another story about a kid and a wolf?
We already know the kid is gonna win. Where's the excitement in that?
Would you watch a hockey game
if you knew the final score before it started?
I wouldn't want to watch a hockey game, sir.
How can anyone not like hockey?
Yikes!
That's a pretty good gorilla impersonation, Snoopy.
Do me next.
The look is right, but the attitude is all wrong.
That's it! It's like looking in a mirror.
That gives me an idea.
How would you like to impersonate me tomorrow?
If you do, you can see a free concert.
Whatever you do, don't tell Marcie it's you.
-Hey, Chuck. -Hi, Peppermint Patties.
Peppermint Patties?
You're being awfully considerate today, sir.
You didn't yell, "Turn down the music!" or "Turn up the fun!" even once.
By the way, I know it's you, Snoopy.
It's okay. It was nice to hear the music without Patricia snoring overtop.
I don't suppose… you can impersonate me?
The look is right, but too much attitude.
Perfect. Could you pose as me tomorrow?
I'm supposed to go to a hockey game with Patricia.
Yeah!
Great. Whatever you do, don't tell Patricia it's you.
Whatever this is, it's not going to end well.
You're pretty into the game, Marcie.
You didn't even bring a book or any homework.
High five!
Great game, eh, Marcie?
I know it's you, Snoopy.
-Uh-oh. -Don't worry.
It's nice to watch a game with someone who cares about the score.
I guess Marcie figured out my trick, huh?
But she doesn't know that I know she knows.
Which means you can go to the ballet with her tomorrow in my place.
The ballet always makes me sleepy.
All that twirling and dipping and weaving.
Just thinking about it makes me…
tired.
I guess Patricia didn't want to come to the ballet either?
It's funny, but I kinda miss her snoring.
It added something to the experience.
Although,
I suppose she doesn't know that I know that she knows that I know her trick.
So, how do you feel about birds?
You know what kind of bird that is?
Marcie would know.
She knows all kinds of stuff.
You wanna know a secret?
Sometimes I even think it's interesting.
Don't tell her I said that.
We're supposed to go to the movies tomorrow.
I guess she doesn't wanna do that either.
What are you painting, Marcie?
It's Patricia.
We were supposed to see a movie tomorrow,
but she probably doesn't want to go with me anymore.
I know you didn't mean for it to happen, Snoopy,
but I think spending time with you instead of each other is hurting their friendship.
Hey, Snoopy, what gives?
I thought I was seeing a movie with you dressed as Marcie.
Where's your wig, Snoopy?
Hello, sir.
You came!
Does that mean you wanna watch the movie with me?
I do, if you wanna watch it with me?
Only if you promise to point out how unscientific it all is.
Okay,
but you have to snore extra loud during the dramatic bits.
Deal.
Just so you know, sir, in real life,
it would take a lot longer for those bunnies to travel through space.
Good to have you back, sir.
Good job, Snoopy. Popcorn?
Good grief.