I will eat pizza and oversized subs and drink soda. We'll tear stretch rubber masks off cranky senior delinquents.
They have their complaints. I have complaints too. You don't see me acting out.
Snoopy and Scoob will tug and growl over a torn blanket.
The girls will help me fold my zig-zag t-shirt at night. Read me stories as I lay my large round head down to rest.
Release me from this dustbowl, Fred. From this house. This baseball field. These shrill harpies.
Let me ride along in your stinky van.
Was Charlie Brown really in the Scoobie gang?