Sweet dreams, Charlie Brown
(A/N: I don't own anything except the fanfiction.)
***Charlie Brown***
The lovable looser was tucked in bed and was busy reading 'How to Fly a Kite 101' when his eyelids grew heavy and he began to dream…
Charlie Brown found himself on the pitcher's mound with the score 8-8; 'Charlie Brown's Beagles' only had bases loaded, two outs and two strikes. It was all up to Charlie Brown to win the game. He loosened his shirt collar and stopped shaking, the ball was coming his way and he hit it! They were all cheering his name. "CHARLIE BROWN! CHARLIE BROWN!" "WAY TO GO, CHUCK!" "WE WON! WE WON!" He then felt himself be picked up by his teammates as they carried him across the field on their shoulders.
The nearly bald boy awoke happy and refreshed, until he remembered that today was the day Snoopy was visiting relatives back home on the newly built 'Daisy Hill Puppy Farm'. "Good grief." Charlie thought as he got out of bed, only to wind up tangled in the sheet covers.