Okay, Linus, this is January.

This the beginning of a new year, Right?

Bad habits are destroyed at the beginning of a new year.

Right?

Write that stupid blanket you're holding is a bad habit, right?

Right.

Suddenly I feel very cold.

That's a job well done.

I buried Teoh.

Tell me.

Tell me.

Just tell me Goodnight.

I can't eat everything tastes our I don't seem to be able to catch my breath.

Feelers.

Feel like Please tell me where you buried by.

No, Lucy.

She can't have buried it Too far off.

I got a feeling that blanket Charlie Brown.

Just gotta dig and dig and dig until I sign.

Good luck.

Got it everywhere.

Gotta find it everywhere.

Gotta find it everywhere.

Thought I find it everywhere.

Gotta find it every year.

You think I'm being known to Linus because I buried his blanket, don't you?

Well, I'm not.

I'm really doing him a favor.

He's too weak ever to break the habit by himself.

He's as weak as she says.

We because you are charming ground.

It's dirty.

It's ragged, it's torn.

It's even a little moldy.

But it's my wait.

Tell you how sick I get of seeing you drag around that stupid blankets.

What would you do?

Highway to snatch that nasty thing from you and throw it into the trash burner?

Are you crazy?

Excuse me?

Don't speak of it.

That wins presence.

It's very sensitive, and it might take it the wrong way.

That's ridiculous.

Stupid.

Totally stupid.

Ridiculous.

How do I think of things like that?

Blanket hates me way down.

The only person I know has ever been attacked by blankets to help immature little Children break the blanket.

Had it.

It is recommended to cut a little piece off every day that finally, there is nothing left of it.

Wait for me, That monster.

What's it doing now?

What's it doing?

It wants to make up.

It wants to shake hands.

Stupid blankets.

You're not being fair, Lucy.

My blanket wants a truce.

It's willing to make up.

Why don't you shake hands?

All right.

Anything to keep from being left on?

All forgive and forget.

Shake What?

That blanket of yours hates me.

I know it.

It's understandable.

You've stumped it.

Trump did and insulted it enough.

I don't trust it.

You could just tell that that blowing.

It doesn't have a clean Puncheon's.

What do you want me to do?

Keep it on a leash?

It hates me.

But I hate eight to just throw that thing in the trash burner being chased by.

I never dreamed that she'd be first in our little group to crack up.