AUTHOR'S NOTE: I noticed there hasn't been many stories in this section recently, so I took it as a challenge to write one!
This might be three or so chapters long, and I haven't wrote a fanfiction in a while, so I hope I'm not too rusty.
Also, I'm not American, so if I say nickels and it's meant to be dimes or something like that, please tell me in a review. ;P
I hope you all enjoy! :D
(FUTURE AUTHOR'S NOTE: All rewritten! You probably won't notice anything, but I hope you new readers enjoy!)
(future future author's note: this is so cool. how many notes can we get? so, this story i decided to not touch at all, even with spelling mistakes and whatever. the only change is i split this chapter in two, and the next chapter in two, creating four chapters, with the fourth chapter having a new final ending :) thank you all for being apart of this!
keep in mind everything was written... in 2014-2015! so, if you're wondering how young me used to write stories based on Peanuts... here you go!)
AGES: Charlie Brown is 12 and a half, so Lucy would be 11/12-ish, Linus is 10, Sally is 9/10-ish, Patty + Violet + Shermy are 12, etc. (Yes, some of those strips counter the strip's canon, but Charlie Brown was eight years old for three decades, so I don't think it matters too much.)
TIME: Set in 2014. Don't worry, I'm still keeping the information the same. Lucy's booth is still five cents, but that's because she thinks it's a good price.
Five cents from 1959 = Forty-one-ish cents in 2014.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters from Peanuts. They are all from various comic strips. They are not my creation – they were created by Charles M. Schulz.
Also, if any product is mentioned like Marvel or M'n'Ms, I do not own that product.
This disclaimer applies to the rest of the fanfiction.
"Soo… now I… stir in the… two cups… ah! No, one and three quarters of flour, not two…"
The thing you'd except wishy-washy Charlie Brown to do on a Saturday morning, was probably (depending on the season), go to the baseball field and lose, or maybe fall on his back from another failed kick, or maybe just whine about life at the Wall, but on this peculiar Saturday morning, Charlie Brown was baking cookies.
"Big Brother, what are you doing?" Sally, in her usual blue dress, walked behind Charlie Brown, who was standing on a stool, and was now mixing in chocolate chips.
"I'm making cookies, Sally…"
"YOU?! Making COOKIES?!" Charlie Brown nodded, smiling.
Sally watched Charlie for a few seconds, and then starting laughing.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Good try, Big Brother! You? Making cookies? HAHAHHAHAHA!" She walked away laughing.
Charlie Brown frowned in her direction, his unusual cheery mood dampening.
The reason Charlie was making cookies in the first place was because the day before Linus had suggested doing something that would take his mind of his depression. He reminded Charlie that he once built a rock wall when bored, which he did for a couple of days.
And he got the idea of cookies from when his mother offered him a cookie from the cookie jar for feeding Snoopy so much.
As Charlie finished it off and placed the tray in the oven, he shouted to his mother "I'm going outside!" and swiftly walked outside.
The crisp Autumn (or Fall, if you prefer) breeze flew around, and the orange leaves danced to the wind.
Charlie whistled as he walked around, not going anywhere in particular, but just waiting for his cookies to become edible.
I've never felt this calm! Charlie Brown thought to himself as he walked through a field, once right next to the baseball park.
I think I might actually be happy! Wow! I have not felt this feeling for a long time…
As if on cue, a voice called from behind. "Charlie Brown! Of course, it's you again."
Charlie turned around and groaned. It was none other than Lucy van Pelt, who today was at her psychiatrist booth.
"I'm surprised you didn't come sit down, Charlie Brown! I waited for you to come, but you didn't, so I called out." She smiled as if she cared. "Now, I assume you were so depressed that you actually missed my booth! Come sit down, Charlie Brown!" She grinned, waiting, her tin can at the ready.
However, Charlie Brown smiled, and shook his head. Lucy's smile wavered.
"I'm fine, but thank you anyway Lucy."
Charlie Brown continued walking, whistling.
Lucy blinked, not believing what she just saw. She rubbed her eyes, then ran after Charlie.
She stood in front of Charlie, and frowned at him.
"What do you mean, 'I'm fine.'? You c-"
"It means I'm fine, Lucy. Thank you." Charlie Brown turned around, walking in the other direction.
Lucy was absolutely stunned that Charlie Brown that had cut of her, Lucy van Pelt.
"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, CHARLIE BROWN! I JUST WANTED FIVE CENTS, THAT'S ALL!"
Charlie sighed, knowing that if he stayed around Lucy, his decent mood would dampen.
But as he walked past her booth again, and remembered what she said, he had an idea.
"Five… cents?"
He turned around to the booth. Lucy was back, glaring at Charlie for not using her "helpful services".
"Huh. Thanks for the idea, Lucy!" Charlie Brown continued whistling, and walked off once again.
"Idea? WHAT IDEA? TELL ME THE IDEA!" As he walked further away, Lucy's voice was drowned out of Charlie's head.
……
Lucy sat at her psychiatrist booth, in the field next to the baseball park, waiting for someone she can scam off.
"Oh, why can't someone just give me their money?"
As if on cue, Lucy started hearing a faint whistling sound.
Who could be whistling? No-one whistles anymore!
Charlie Brown then walked into the field, just whistling and smiling.
Lucy stared at him, expecting him to at least sit down, but he walked right past him.
Wow! He's so depressed, that he's gone nuts! He's whistling, smiling, and he missed me! Me!
"Charlie Brown! Of course, it's you again. How did you miss my pretty face?"
Charlie turned around and groaned, which was something he did normally.
"I'm surprised you didn't come sit down, Charlie Brown! I waited for you to come, but you didn't, so I called out." She smiled as if she cared. "Now, I assume you were so depressed that you actually missed my booth! Come sit down, Charlie Brown!"
She grinned, and pulled her tin can out. Another easy five cents!
However, Charlie Brown smiled, and shook his head. Lucy's smile wavered.
"I'm fine, but thank you anyway Lucy."
Charlie Brown continued walking, whistling.
Lucy blinked, not believing what she just saw. She rubbed her eyes, then ran after Charlie.
She stood in front of Charlie, and frowned at him.
"What do you mean, 'I'm fine.'? You c-"
"It means I'm fine, Lucy. Thank you." Charlie Brown turned around, walking in the other direction.
Lucy was absolutely stunned.
He… cut me off! Charlie Brown… cut me, Lucy van Pelt, off! In the middle of my sentence! Lucy's face became a dark shade of red, in anger.
"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, CHARLIE BROWN! I JUST WANTED FIVE CENTS, THAT'S ALL!"
Charlie sighed, which is what he would normally do.
Lucy stood still, waiting for him to give in, but he didn't.
As Charlie Brown walked past her booth again, she realised that Charlie Brown wasn't actually going to give in. She stomped back to her booth, glaring at Charlie's back.
"Five… cents?"
He turned around to the booth. Lucy was back, still glaring at Charlie for not using her "helpful services".
"Huh. Thanks for the idea, Lucy!" Charlie Brown continued whistling, and walked off once again.
"Idea? WHAT IDEA? TELL ME THE IDEA!" As he walked further away, Lucy breathed in deeply to start shouting again. However, she found she couldn't.
What the heck…? She thought, then realised what happened.
That Charlie Brown! He made my throat sore! I can't talk to my patients then! I have to pack up… all my hard work!
……
Where is that Round Headed Kid? It's Suppertime.
Snoopy was lying on his doghouse with Woodstock, waiting impatiently for the Round Headed Kid. He was already six seconds late, and he didn't want to wait any longer.
He raised his ear, and could hear the hammering of wood. He had heard that many times… That sounds like the same wood the Round Headed Kid would rebuild my doghouse!
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How would I know that's the exact same wood?
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Snoopy rolled his eyes. It's obvious, that's why.
Woodstock blinked, and fell down of the doghouse.
Snoopy sighed. I'll see what's taking him so long.
He jumped off the doghouse and immediately noticed something he couldn't smell if he were five centimeters away.
Are those… cookies?
Forgetting all about Suppertime, Snoopy zoomed to the location of the cookies. (Which meant going inside the house, knocking over Sally who was watching TV, and breaking the door.)
However, he did not expect to see the Round Headed Kid constructing a wooden stand. One of the wooden signs said "Cookies for 24c!".
Snoopy nudged Charlie Brown who turned around. "Oh, hi Snoopy! What's wrong? Oh, is it Suppertime? I forgot! To make up for it, would you like to try one of my cookies, free?"
Snoopy raised his eyebrows. You? Making cookies?
He then started laughing, as Sally did before.
Charlie sighed, and started hammering again. "Well, I thought you came here because you could smell the cookies… but oh well…"
Snoopy slowly stopped laughing, and frowned. The Round Headed Kid had a point. They did smell pretty good.
Snoopy poked Charlie Brown, who turned around and sighed. (Again.)
"Alright, here's your cookie…" He walked over to the window sill, where the trays of cookies were cooling off in the Autumn wind.
He passed one to Snoopy, who took it suspiciously, and sniffed it.
He then squinted, and gave Charlie a look that said If this poisons me, I'll sue you!
Carefully, he placed the cookie in his mouth, (Yes, whole. That's what Snoopy does.) and chewed it slowly.
After the first chew, his eyes lit up and chewed faster. In less than three seconds, Snoopy had finished of the cookie and stood up to beg from more.
"I haven't seen you beg since I was six!" Charlie laughed, and when Snoopy he realised what he did, and sat down, blushing.
"I can give you one more. I'm glad you liked them! I think I can make some profit out of this!"
Profit? I'm getting them for free.
……
Lucy shoved her booth into a shack she had found that no-one used, and walked towards the direction of the Brown residence.
When she turned the corner to Charlie Brown's street, she saw Snoopy dancing about something, while Charlie Brown was making something. Probably rebuilding Snoopy's doghouse again.
She didn't pause to wonder why Charlie wasn't building it in his backyard. Her mind went straight to the instance that had happened before.
She immediately started yelling.
CHARLIE BROWN! WHY D-… wait… where is my voice?
She blushed when she remembered the reason she came here in the first place was to tell Charlie off for hurting her throat. Luckily, no-one saw. Or heard.
As soon as she continued walking, she heard Beethoven piano music. Of course, she was right next to Schroeder's house.
Sadly, she couldn't go inside and pester him because her throat was sore. All because of that stupid Charlie Brown!
She crossed the street, and decided she was going to somehow tell him off, whether she could yell or not.
As she continued stomping (as loudly as she could) to Charlie Brown, Sally opened the door to the house.
"BIG BROTHER! TELL YOUR STUPID DOG TO-" Sally stopped yelling, so Lucy couldn't hear the end of her sentence. She quickly jogged up to the house to see Charlie's response.
"I'm making a stand." He said, his tongue sticking out, trying to carefully nail a piece of wood.
A stand? Like a lemonade stand? Lucy thought. She walked over.
"Hey Lucy!" Sally spoke, waving her hand.
Charlie flinched, nailed in the piece of wood, and turned around.
"Look, Lucy, I'm sorry that your yelling hurt your throat. But was it really my fault?"
Lucy raised her eyebrow, and mouthed How did you know?
He opened his mouth to speak, but then thought about it. "How did I know? Um… it was sort of obvious I guess."
"Who cares! What I want to know is, what is that stand for?" Sally butted in rudely.
"Oh. Uh, I made cookies earlier. You know, the ones you saw me making. That's why Snoopy's dancing." His face turned a light shade of red. "He, uh, liked them. So I'm making a cookie sta-"
Sally frowned. "You're lying! You couldn't- you can't do anything good in your life!"
Charlie shrugged. "You can try them for a… hm..." Charlie attempted to do the math in his head, and then frowned. "Three dollars?"
"THREE DOLLARS?!" Sally yelled and Lucy mouthed. Snoopy jumped up in shock and landed on the tree.
Charlie Brown scratched his head. "I did the math wrong, didn't I…"
"Don't worry, Charlie Brown. Your math skills are perfectly fine."
Everyone turned around to notice Linus, who was sitting on a rock nearby. Now that he was slightly older, he figured out many ways to keep his blanket. He currently had it in scarf form.
"I assume that you accidentally divided the numbers in the wrong sequence of… well, wrong sequence of numbers. If you take the common prices of cookies, and you divide them in the wrong order, that is the answer you receive." He got up and inspected what Charlie Brown just hammered. "However, if you switch it around, you come to the answer of a quarter." He smiled, and then quietly whispered so only Charlie could hear; "If you want to make a profit."
Lucy looked over to Sally, who had suddenly disappeared. Wasn't Sally just there? She asked, but Charlie Brown and Linus didn't notice, as Linus explained to Charlie Brown how he calculated the result.
Lucy sighed, and saw that Snoopy was eagerly trying to take another cookie. But Sally was right. How could Charlie Brown, of all people, do something that's good?
She became impatient. She couldn't take it anymore. She walked up to Charlie, and tapped him on the back.
"Uh, yes, Lucy?" Asked Charlie, looking slightly freighted.
Lucy brought out her tin can, and shook out five nickels - twenty-five cents.
Linus' eyebrows rose, like he could not comprehend what he was seeing.
Charlie frowned, trying to figure it out. "You… want… wait. You want one of my cookies?"
Lucy nodded, rolling her eyes.
"Uh…" Lucy grew impatient once again and just pushed the coins into Charlie's pocket, and swiped a cookie from the tray.
She eyed Charlie Brown as she bit into the cookie, and started chewing.
Instantly, she was taken aback… it actually tasted… good. But… how? This is Charlie Brown we're talking about here…
…but nevertheless, Lucy continued eating the cookie, and swallowed it down.
Charlie Brown looked like he was sweating. "Well?"
"…It's good." She whispered, and walked away.
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