It's an Adventure, Charlie Brown

[Charlie Brown is flying his kite, and as expected, lands it in the jaws of the Kite Eating Tree]

Charlie Brown:
You stupid tree! If you don't stop biting my kite, I'll bite *you*!

[Naturally, the tree refuses to oblige, and continues to gorge on the kite]

Charlie Brown:
All right... you asked for it! [Grabs hold of the tree, opening his jaws]

[One second later, the tree stops biting as it feels a bite taken out of it]

Charlie Brown:
[There is a hole in the tree in the shape of Charlie Brown's teeth] Didn't think I'd do it, did ya? [Makes a sinister grin-alas, no damage on his own teeth]

[Peppermint Patty continues to spread the news about the butterfly turning into an angel]

Patricia "Peppermint Patty" Reichardt:
Hello, Joe Mel? I'm calling about something amazing that happened the other day. This butterfly landed on my nose, see? And while I was asleep, the butterfly turned into an angel and flew away and... Hello? Hello! [Clicks phone hanger] Joe Mel, hello? Hello? Hello?

Joe Mel:
[On the radio] Oh sorry, folks. 'Just another nut calling in.

Patricia "Peppermint Patty" Reichardt:
I'm not another nut!

Patricia "Peppermint Patty" Reichardt:
[seeing the two golfers argue] Look, Marcie! Mrs. Bartley's trying to push Mrs. Nelson's head into the ball washer. Look! Mrs. Nelson is stomping on Mrs. Bartley's feet with her golf shoes.

Marcie:
You know what worries me, sir? This is only a fourth hole!

Patricia "Peppermint Patty" Reichardt:
Look! Mrs. Nelson is climbing the tree! She's climbing the tree to get away from Mrs. Bartley. Oh, I was wrong. She climbed the tree so she can jump on her.

Marcie:
Alright, you ladies, stop the fight! Here! Carry your own clubs!

[the golfers stop arguing]

Marcie:
I quit! And I want a dollar for the four holes I caddied, and I don't take credit cards!

Lucy van Pelt:
What would you do if I were to snatch that blanket from you and throw it right into the trash burner?

Linus van Pelt:
I'd collapse right on the spot. They'd have to haul me away in an ambulance and place me in an oxygen tent.

[Lucy rushes out upon hearing this]

Linus van Pelt:
How do I think of things like that?