Oh, I don't feel so good.

What's wrong, Charlie Brown?

He's probably been hit on the head by too many fly balls, I think.

Go.

Go home.

Yes, sir.

Too many fly balls.

Yes, ma'am.

My name is Charles Brown.

I think I have an emergency.

Hello.

No, I'm his sister.

Sally Brown.

He's in the hospital, but he will be the dog.

I wonder if I'm dying.

I wonder if they tell me I was dying.

I wonder if the little red haired girl rushed to my side.

I've got to stop thinking about things like that.

I can't believe that Charlie Brown is still in the hospital.

What if he never gets better?

It's not fair.

It's strange you're so upset because you treat him so poorly.

Stop wiping your tears on my piano.

Sally says Charlie Brown isn't feeling any better, and she's moving her things into his room.

I know you can't hear me, Charlie Brown, but if you get better, I promise I'll never pull the football away again.

That's quite a promise.

I bet he feels better already.

You know, I suddenly feel great.

Charlie Brown your back your well.

I heard something about a promise.

Oh, good grief.

Remember, you promised.

You have to let me get the football.

I don't know about this, Charlie Brown.

There's no stopping me now.

I can't look.

Oh, well, I did it.

I kept my promise.

I didn't put football away.

Yes, and I messed up and kicked you instead of football.

I'm sorry.

Is there anything I can Dio?

Yes.

Next time you go to the hospital, stay there.