Good Grief, Charlie Brown – Snoopy's Writing Again

Good Grief, Charlie Brown, Snoopy's writing another mystery. Look at his typewriter, perched atop his doghouse.

Clack-clacking away.

"It was a dark and stormy night." Can't Snoopy get a computer?

A laptop with a wireless connection; he and Woodstock could party all night.

Wait, Woodstock doesn't talk.  !!!  Is all he ever says  !!!.

Schroeder's banging on the keys again. Gives me a bloody headache. Good Grief.

 All that Fur Elise and Moonlight Sonata.  Doesn't the boy ever stop?

He could go blind. No, wait - that's something else.

Lucy's up to her old tricks. Good Grief. Nobody wants her help anymore.

She's not some psychiatrist; who will pay 5 cents for HER advice?

Her motives are not pure.

Even Schroeder's running  from Lucy.  Good Grief.

Good Grief, Charlie Brown. Don't look, but the red-haired girl is coming your way.

Don't have a brain fart, Charlie Brown. 

Just smile and move on. You don't love her anyway. She doesn't even know you're alive.

Peppermint Patty stills calls you "Chuck."

Marcie's stopped calling Peppermint Patty "Sir."

Both chicks dig you, Charlie Brown. Good  Grief.

Franklin brought his basketball, Pigpen brought his dirt and vaccum cleaner.

But what of Rerun?  Rerun brings cookies.

Good Grief, It's time for a change.

What would Linus say?

Sally's still got a crush on Linus, despite that incessant thumb-sucking.

Flashbeagle's caught the Red Baron, the World War I Flying Ace. Flashbeagle's still Joe Cool, the Foreign Legionniare.

Snoopy's still a warm puppy.

Good Grief, Charlie Brown, bring Snoopy his supper.