Boy. What a week.
Today was Saturday night, and while the rest of the world was sleeping, Snoopy was still awake. His eyes may have been closed, but he was awake.
Last Saturday, he gave his story to Lucy and learned that she still liked Schroeder. That's when he had his plan.
On Sunday, he prepared himself and practiced.
On Tuesday, the plan went into action and failed miserably.
On Wednesday, Schroeder came over and yelled at him, and Charlie Brown got a rock in his nose. He ended up spending two days in the emergency room.
On Friday, Charlie Brown came home and was grounded for a week and a half.
And today, he'd just gotten slugged by Lucy because she finally figured it out. Ouch.
Plan A failed. Not that he had a second plan.
As Snoopy laid there, hands behind head, thinking up a plan. Setting them up like that didn't work. Was there another way to set them up? There was something called a blind date, though Snoopy didn't know what that was.
Maybe it was time to learn so Lucy could at least kiss Schroeder.
Kiss Schroeder?
Snoopy hadn't thought of that until just now. But...
That was his goal for the summer. To get Lucy to kiss Schroeder before the end of the summer. And he would do whatever he could to achieve that. Even blind dates.
Whatever those were.