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Charlie Brown’s Disturbing Thanksgiving

November 24, 2010

As I mentioned in the “Great Pumpkin” post, we’re big huge “Peanuts” fans here in the Holmes household. That, “Charlie Brown’s Thanksgiving,” and “A Charlie Brown Christmas” are must-watch viewing during the holidays.

But, much like with the “Great Pumpkin,” I noticed a few disturbing things during this year’s screening…

The Browns Are Hoarders

During the scene where Snoopy is sent to the backyard to set up the Thanksgiving feast, he cracks open the Brown family garage.

Look at the inside!

And on the same note; what kind of weird negligent parents were in that neighborhood anyway? Did we ever see Charlie wearing anything other than the same yellow zig-zag shirt? Did the Van Pelts bat an eyelash when Linus bailed on them to go to Charlie Brown’s grandmother’s house? Why didn’t Peppermint Patty, Marcy, or Franklin have their own familys’ dinners to attend?

Woodstock Eats Turkey

Yeah, technically Woodstock isn’t a turkey (nobody knows what kind of bird he is) but at the end of the day, he’s still a bird.

What kind of Thanksgiving message are they sending over the closing credits as Woodstock goes all cannibal on his holiday dinner? And while we’re on the subject, did it bother anyone else that Woodstock had teeth?

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Poor, Trusting, Abused Linus

October 30, 2010

Sat down with the alliance partner this evening to watch the Halloween classic, “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.” It occurred to me that whenever I watch this special, I always ask myself the same questions…

Why doesn’t Charlie Brown tell Violet where to stick that marker when she draws on his head?

How does PigPen kick up a cloud of dust indoors?

Did Snoopy hallucinate the whole World War 1 sequence?

But this year I was hit with a new question…

Who told Linus about the Great Pumpkin in the first place?

Seriously. It’s not like he made up the story himself. Sure, kids are capable of coming up with some imaginative stories, but he’d know better than to pursue it if it was his own creation.

My bet is that some a**hole uncle told him about it as a joke. Sincere pumpkin patch? That sounds like the same ridiculous crap I tell my nephew.

Now I feel terrible.


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