Uh huh, mm hmm.

Sorry.

Ah Mhm.

Oh.

Mhm.

What?

Hi, come on sally, I can't be late.

I'm the one who scheduled this practice right behind you.

Big brother.

Mm hmm.

What a heads up.

Good morning, charlie Brown.

Good morning Linus lucy.

Are you ready for today's practice?

Why do we even bother with practice?

We never win any games.

That's exactly why I'm tired of losing.

Look at it this way, charlie Brown.

We learn more from losing than we do from winning.

That must make me the smartest person in the world.

Aren't you going to say good morning to me?

My sweet bubble.

I'm not your sweet babu.

What's the plan, charlie Brown.

New uniforms, new playbook, new quarterback.

A new coach.

Hmm.

Maybe you're not such a blockhead after all.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

Mercy, I've been reading up on football, sir.

I'm ready to get out there and kick around the old pigskin, pigskin.

Mercy and everything is an old in football, whatever you say, sir.

And don't call me service today.

It's coach.

All right, listen up chuck here has asked me to help his team get in shape for next season.

Nothing like a good challenge.

Ready to get to work.

Good.

I'd like to start my warm ups with 100 jumping jacks.

Mercy you heard her jump 12 34.

Mhm.

Nice.

10, 11, 12.

Sorry, I'm late coach.

Hope you have a good excuse.

Pick pen.

I do the light at the candy store.

Sure was backed up due to Mother's Day tomorrow.

What?

That's tomorrow.

I can't believe I almost forgot Mother's Day?

Mother's Day.

Cut the chit chat chuck marcie.

Where were we?

I I lost count.

Forget it.

Time for a little demonstration.

What you're about to see some real down in the dirt, slam bang, rock'em sock'em.

Football Marcy.

Bring them in.

Keep your eyes on the kid with the funny nose.

Look at those moves.

Okay kid enough with the move.

Let's start with a simple kick.

Alright, that's right.

Uh nice hit little guy.

Shake it off, forget the kick.

Let's do the passing play.

I never know what my mother would like.

Your clever Linus.

What are you doing?

Well every day my mom puts these little notes in my lunch sack just like this one.

Dear son.

Study hard remember all you need to find true happiness is already there within you.

The lunch is just a bonus.

Love mom.

She gets carried away.

Sometimes go straight out and cut right now left.

Now cut back.

Don't come back.

It's a pass.

Not a return this year.

I decided to write a special letter back to thank her.

Unfortunately, I still need to figure out what to say.

Writing is not really my strong suit.

Roses are violets are this isn't the play, tackle that guy.

Can you even hear me?

Mhm.

What are you guys doing?

I'm making mom a gift.

That will be a true artistic masterpiece.

Oh really?

What's that?

If I knew I'd tell you What are you getting your mom?

She's been really nice lately.

So I upped her gift to a crisp $5 bill.

How thoughtful of you.

Cold hard cash.

You don't have the balls.

I'm running a sonata for my mom.

I call it.

You're the best mom.

An F major.

My mom loves hugs, so I'm making her a coupon book full of them.

Stop, look behind you.

Not bad for a little guy run.

No, not pretty down.

Did you get all Isn't Mother's Day?

That's so special.

I love Mother's Day.

I have your attention.

Unless you all have something better.

You'd rather be doing.

Actually.

I need to go to the craft store for art supplies.

I need to make more coupons.

I still have to work on the last movement of my sonata.

A card would go nicely with my box of chocolates.

I should be writing my letter.

Sorry coach.

I should go to.

I'll call you to set up another practice soon.

All right, go ahead and leave.

But don't blame me when you lose next season.

I don't know.

Okay.

At least someone isn't distracted by stupid mother's Day.

Ah, You to everyone deserted me.

Oh, not everyone coach, sir.