The Round Stable

All right, all right! Let's bob for apples! This is the way to do it.

Yeah, Lucy, you should be good at this. You have the perfect mouth for it.

Arrr, I be Orange Beard the Pirate Cap'n, an' this be me first mate, Odie the Stupid.

Is Linus taking me to the party?

That stupid blockhead of a brother of mine is out in the pumpkin patch making his yearly fool of himself.

Boy, is he *strange*.

But maybe there *is* a Great Pumpkin.

Remember, kids: if you don't exercise with Binky, you're gonna to grow up to be worthleeeess!

I hate you, Binky! Where's my remote control?

I got a rock.

Believe it, my friends! The pirates had a ten-year-old cabin boy. I was that boy. I was there. I never took the treasure because they would have found me. There's no escaping them! They know we're here! They know who we are!

If anyone had told me I'd be waiting in a pumpkin patch on Halloween night, I'd have said they were crazy.

Just think, Sally, when the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch, we'll be there to see him. What's that? What's that? I hear the Great Pumpkin!

Well, don't take it too hard, Linus. I've done a lot of stupid things in my life, too.

STUPID? What do you mean "stupid"? Just wait till next year, Charlie Brown. You'll see! Next year at this same time, I'll find a pumpkin patch that is *real* sincere and I'll sit in that pumpkin patch until the Great Pumpkin appears. He'll rise out of that pumpkin patch and he'll fly through the air with his bag of toys. The Great Pumpkin will appear and I'll be waiting for him! I'll be there! I'll be sitting there in that pumpkin patch... and I'll see the Great Pumpkin. Just wait and see, Charlie Brown. I'll see that Great Pumpkin. I'll SEE the Great Pumpkin! Just you wait, Charlie Brown. The Great Pumpkin will appear, and I'll be waiting for him...!

What kind of Thanksgiving dinner is this? Where’s the turkey, Chuck? Don’t you know anything about Thanksgiving dinners? Where’s the mashed potatoes? Where’s the cranberry sauce? Where’s the pumpkin pie?

I can’t cook a Thanksgiving dinner. All I can make is cold cereal and maybe toast.

That’s right. I’ve seen you make toast. You can’t butter it, but maybe we can help you.

Do you know what we have to do? We have to write an essay on Stanley Miles.

You mean Myles Standish.

I can’t keep track of all those names.

Don’t feel bad, Chuck. Peppermint Patty didn’t mean all those things she said. Actually, she really likes you.

I don’t feel bad for myself, I just feel bad because I’ve ruined everyone’s Thanksgiving.

But Thanksgiving is more than eating, Chuck. You heard what Linus was saying out there. Those early Pilgrims were thankful for what had happened to them, and we should be thankful, too. We should just be thankful for being together. I think that’s what they mean by ‘Thanksgiving,’ Charlie Brown.

I think I’m losing control of the whole world.

Now what’s wrong?

Now she’s bringing Franklin, too. Peppermint Patty’s invited herself, Marcie, and Franklin over for Thanksgiving dinner. And I’m not even going to be home. I’m going to be at my grandmother’s.

Why don’t you just call her back and explain it to her?

You can’t explain anything to Peppermint Patty because you never get to say anything. I’m doomed. Three guests for Thanksgiving, and I’m not even going to be home. Peppermint Patty will hate me for the rest of my life.

What’s the matter, big brother?

Nothing. I was just checking the mailbox.

What did you expect, a turkey card?

You’re holding my hand, Chuck, you sly dog.

You sit around here and you spin your little webs and you think the whole world revolves around you and your money. Well, it doesn’t, Mr. Potter. In the whole vast configuration of things, I’d say you were nothing but a scurvy little spider!

Look, Charlie, let's face it. We all know that Christmas is a big commercial racket. It's run by a big eastern syndicate, you know.

Welcome Christmas. Bring your cheer,

Cheer to all Whos, far and near.

Come closer. What do you desire?

Well, sir, we're misfits too, and now we'd like to live here.

I'm afraid that would not be possible. You see, this island is for toys alone.

How do you like that? Even among misfits you're misfits.

He puzzled and puzzed till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. Maybe Christmas, he thought... doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps... means a little bit more!

Bread... that this house may never know hunger.

Salt... that life may always have flavor.

And wine... that joy and prosperity may reign forever. Enter the Martini Castle.

Waiter! More bread.

Ha'penny extra, sir.

No more bread.

Grandma, you remember Garfield, don't you?

Well, I'll be. I remember back when all we had were wood-burning cats. Ah, what'll they think of next?

Bizarre.

Look, Daddy. Teacher says, every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings.

That's right, that's right. Attaboy, Clarence.

You DO think I'm beautiful, don't you, Charlie Brown?

You didn't answer me right away. You had to think about it first, didn't you? If you really had thought I was beautiful, you would've spoken right up. I know when I've been insulted. I KNOW WHEN I'VE BEEN INSULTED.

Good grief.

Now you go home and write "I am very sorry for what I did to Frosty" a hundred zillion times. And then maybe - just maybe, mind you - you'll find something in your stocking tomorrow morning.

Like - a new hat, maybe? Ohh, yes, sir! Goodbye, everyone! Sorry to lose and run, but I've got to get busy writing, bus-y, bus-y, bus-y!

Remember, George: no man is a failure who has friends.

Ho ho ho! Christmas isn't about getting into clubs, Zorak.
HI SANTA!!! ... didja get my letter?
Space Ghost! You've destroyed the Tooth Fairy.
Nuh uh!
I know when you've been bad and good ...
And you've been very good! I've been trying to kill her myself for years. Ho ho ho ho!
But ... why, Santa? Why?
So that I could be the tooth fairy, Moltar. Then Santa could use all the little children's teeth to make bizarre and twisted toys for Santa's own amusement! Ho ho ho ho ho!
(That doesn't sound like the Santa I know ...)
BECAUSE I'M NOT THE SANTA YOU KNOW. I'M BIZARRO SANTA FROM THE LECTROID DIMENSION.

Hey, Gris, if you’re not doing anything constructive, run into the living room, get my stogy.

He's an old man, this may be his last Christmas...

If he keeps it up, it will be his last Christmas.

I wish he would have come to me first. I know just how he felt. I bet they called him names and wouldn't let him play in any New Year games.

I did it.