My GOD, Richie, they have gone to bed hungry *so* many nights. Give them money.

Sick story in this one where Richie is bedridden with measles. Despite having already had measles, Freckles and Pee-Wee are quaratined with Richie at his mansion for ten days while their parents back home work themselves into a shame spiral for their state of woeful poverty.

I take it easy on the young'uns with "Peanuts is boring and bad actually" takes because they always age out of it eventually anyway and also because I myself spent a long time *kind of hating* Bushmiller. I don't know when I came in from the wilderness but I'm grateful society harbors no grudge.

The framing, the setup, the "wait'll the boys see this!" Flawless.

Well, Richie's a growing boy.

$courge of Crime.

JESUS CHRIST.

I'm just putting twenty bucks on Gaiman and leaving the casino.

Gasp! That's *stealing!*

Sorry, man, but the truth is that "OROWEAT" used to have an "H" in it and Yaldabaoth is to blame.

Three words: Wolverine. Drinks. Piss.

Neither is it the one with a big bowtie!

Speaking just for myself, no single scene among cinema's vast tapestry has ever affected me as deeply as did the sudden and easy-to-miss on-screen murder of Bowen Yang's "Pfannee" in the film Wicked 1.

Check it out, the "Here Come the Waterworks" guy is at it again!

I'm on the fence, myself.

(Those are all made up in my head but it lets me sleep)

30% chance he does an Obama, 40% he's scuppered by private interests, 60% chance he underdelivers. Those numbers look better than most.

Gonna be wondering how "W" rhymed with chicken. Wiccan?