"Camp Crush."
I've got a problem, Marcie.
Is it poison ivy?
Or poison oak?
The dreaded poison birch?
I don't think that that last one is real.
You can never be too careful when it comes to foliage.
You're an odd duck, Marcie. But no.
My problem is much worse.
I think Chuck has a crush on me.
What makes you say that, sir?
It couldn't be more obvious.
Nice day, isn't it?
It was truly written in the stars, sir.
If that wasn't bad enough, the summer barn dance is coming up.
Chuck's sure to ask me to dance.
When I say no, he'll be devastated.
You could always dance with him.
No, no, no. I have to nip this in the bud.
Chuck is the tenderhearted type.
I'll bet he's out there pining for me right this very moment.
You can't beat a bologna sandwich.
Listen up, you two.
I'm in charge of preparations for the barn dance.
Charlie Brown, you're leading the decoration team.
Snoopy, I need your help too.
What if I said there might be a badge for your Beagle Scouts in it?
Follow me.
Rats.
Spring Lake used to have a hayride to the barn before the dance,
but the tractor doesn't work anymore.
There must be some sort of mechanics badge you can earn for fixing it up for us.
I think we need more evidence to support your camp-crush theory.
For instance, is Charles trying to find reasons to spend time with you?
Lucy put me in charge of decorations for the barn dance.
Would you two like to help?
Sure, I guess.
Great. See you at the barn.
Does that answer your question?
He did invite me as well.
Pretty inconclusive.
I can't stand all this romantic intrigue.
Looks like Charles asked a lot of people for help decorating.
We still need more evidence.
For example, is he often at a loss for words around you?
Attention, please.
As you know, we're decorating for the barn dance and...
as the person in charge,
I thought I'd offer some words of inspiration.
So, good luck?
No. Go for it? No, no.
There you have it.
The poor guy's head over heels for me.
He's certainly making a mess of this pep talk.
As Winston Churchill said-- Wait, what did he say?
Can we start decorating now?
Lucy, do you have any idea how to tell if someone's got a crush on you?
I just so happen to be an expert on the subject.
As you know, Schroeder's had a crush on me for years.
Of course, it's not always so obvious.
One sure sign is if the person is always giving you little gifts.
Do you mind sweeping a bit?
I can't accept that, Chuck.
It wouldn't be right.
Okay.
I'll sweep up myself.
Anything else, Lucille?
Clumsiness around the object of the crush is a big tell.
Where is that beagle?
Yay, Snoopy! Yes!
- Well, it's about time. - Hooray!
There's one last piece of evidence we need.
Is Charles always trying to get close to you?
See that? Chuck got awfully close to me.
The signs are clear. It's a crush.
He's definitely going to ask me to dance.
Then I'll have to break his heart.
If it helps, the tractor's stopped working.
Perhaps we'll never get there.
I should've never trusted you.
You know, we don't need the tractor anymore.
The barn is right there.
Yay! Yeah! Let's dance.
What should I do about Chuck?
Maybe you should just make it clear to Charles his feelings are in vain.
Heartbroken or not, he'll appreciate the honesty.
Good advice, Marcie.
You kind of like me, don't you, Chuck?
I do?
Yeah, you do.
But we're friends, Chuck. That's it.
Great.
I agree to dance with you, but only as friends.
You wanna dance with me?
As friends. Get it?
I'm glad we had this talk.
I'll see you on the dance floor...
as friends.
I never know what's going on.
I suppose you did fix the tractor, even if it didn't go very far.
I think that means technically you earned the badge.
"Can You Be a Beagle Scout?
Early Rising."
"A Beagle Scout rises early,
eager and ready for the day ahead."
"They greet the day with joy and enthusiasm,
vim and vigor, energy and spirit."
Do you mind?
Some of us are trying to sleep down there.
Queen snake!
I just saw a queen snake!
For the last time, there are no snakes here.
Queen or otherwise.
It was right around here.
In fairness, a sleeping bag does look a lot like a queen snake.
Good grief.
"Counsellor For a Day."
There seems to be a lot of excitement around dinner today.
Do you think it's the spaghetti?
Marcie, today's the big draw
to see which one of the campers gets to be counsellor for a day tomorrow.
Did you forget?
Must've slipped my mind.
What are you going to do if your name is drawn, Charlie Brown?
Organize an all-day baseball tournament.
How about you, Pigpen?
Two words: Bottomless s'mores.
Whoever does win, I hope they take their newfound responsibility seriously.
Quiet, everyone! It's draw time!
And the winner is...
Marcie?
Gee, Marcie, you're up kinda late.
I'm still working on the schedule for tomorrow.
It won't be easy, but if we move quickly,
we may be able to squeeze in everyone's chosen activities.
"11:45 to 11:50 a.m., baseball tournament.
11:50 to 11:56, waterskiing.
11:56 to 12:00, bottomless s'mores."
I'm not sure about this.
You're right. I should probably add a few seconds for travel time.
Marcie, the whole point of being counsellor for a day
is to pick activities you want to do.
I don't know.
I wouldn't want anyone to be disappointed.
On the contrary,
I think everyone would really appreciate a day of doing things you would find fun.
I know I would.
Really? You think so?
Thanks, Charles.
Anytime.
I hope you're all excited.
I've got a big day planned.
We're going to start off with some fun physical activity.
Yoga.
Yay. Yoga.
Breathe deeply up through the soles of your feet.
Wait, do we have lungs in our feet?
This ancient practice is as relaxing as it is invigorating.
We've been stretching for half an hour.
When does this activity start?
I believe this is the activity.
Okay, fellow campers, now that we've all worked up a sweat,
it's time to have some fun with nature.
Are we going to play hide-and-seek?
Close.
We're going to count the rings on these stumps
to see how old the trees were.
How is that close?
Both games involve counting.
Speaking of which, let's get to it.
Thanks again for your advice, Charles.
I wouldn't have picked any of these activities without you.
No problem.
This activity is all about going toe-to-toe with an opponent
in a pitched battle for strategic dominance.
Life-sized team chess.
The symbols you're wearing are the pieces you represent.
I assume this little nubby one is the queen?
Actually, Lucille, you're a pawn.
This will not stand.
Is there a ball or something we get to kick around?
No, but there is a series of rules for individual moves
that'll allow you to slowly formulate and enact a winning strategy.
So, this game is mostly standing still?
Yes, while the mind races.
Wait. You're not having fun?
I thought you'd all enjoy something different.
I guess I ruined everyone's day.
So? This wasn't a typical day of camp activities. So what?
Marcie's been a good sport about that stuff all summer.
I thought it might be nice for her to have one day of her kind of activities.
Maybe it is a little different,
but the least we could do is give it a chance.
I appreciate what you tried to do, Charles,
but I probably should've gone with my original plan.
I don't know. There's something I think you should see.
Pawns, unite!
We've been stepped on long enough!
You insult your queen, you treacherous--
Hey, Marcie.
We decided to give the life-sized chess a go,
but none of us know the rules so we just kind of winged it.
Hope that's okay.
It is, if you're having fun.
That's all I wanted.
Charge!
Thanks, Charles.