Peanuts by Charles Schulz for May 02, 2021

YOU should move up the board, Snoopy.

Woodstock and friends…Angry Birds for the ’70s crowd!

a lot of teeter, but not enough totter

Thanks to the PC crowd, I haven’t seen a sea-saw in years. I remember having a lot of fun on them in grade school. And yes people did get hurt on them. But that was part of learning. How to do thing without getting hurt, by getting hurt. Kids back then healed if they got hurt. But they did remember how the hurt happen and didn’t repeat it.

It’s not that you’re fat, Snoopy, it’s that birds have hollow bones.

Dear little Snoopy, by the law of moments, if you move your butt towards the centre, Woodstock and friends can make the whole thing go seesaw!

I notice here that a traffic warning sign about a playground ahead has a teeter totter upon it, but the park does not have such a thing.

That was always my issue when my siblings & I would go to the playground. I was the youngest, and definitely the smallest by far. Even the brother closest to my age outweighed me to the point where I’d be on the Up-Side with no hope of going Down.

A few on a seesaw?

Little birdie, why do you fly upside down?

How many birds weigh as much as a dog?

Did this remind anyone else of the teeter totter bit in Young Frankenstein?

How about the Toro Totter?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gq9Zr4Oniqs

No wonder you can’t fly Snoopy.

Panel 7, stocking up on more Woodstocks!

Three birds on the push in not worth a beagle on the land.

I want to see Snoop go flying! Jump harder, birdies!

Okay, boys and girls, it’s story time! When I was 12, I went with a bunch of friends to an amusement park. I was the second oldest of the kid group, the oldest being my 13-year-old best friend. The smaller kids wanted to get on a little ride called the Jungle Bounce, which was kind of like those big “drop” rides, except much smaller and instead of one big drop, it bounced. So we all decided to go on the ride together. My bestie and I sat on the two seats in the far right. So the ride goes up, and then kind of stalls. We were waiting for it to start bouncing, and it never did — it got to the point where I was starting to get nervous and scream from the suspense of being up there so long. Anyway, what felt like an eternity later, they started to slowly lower us, but the ride kept sort of groaning and feeling like it was going to come crashing down (at this point, all of us were screaming; it was way scarier than just riding the ride should’ve been). Finally our parents, who were watching from the ground, informed us that the ride was not working, and they lowered it all the way and made my best friend and I get off. After we did, the other kids rode the ride like normal, with no issues. And that’s the story of how my best friend and I almost broke a kids’ carnival ride because we were too big for it.

I feel ya, Snoopy.

Sorry, Snoopy.

I’m waiting for the cancel culture to eliminate those from playgrounds for that very reason.

Maybe the birds just need to believe in themselves more.

Assuming that birds came from dinosaurs, when did their bones get hollow.

You ain’t fat Snoopy; Woodstock and his pals are just tiny and fluffy.

Woodstock (and his gang) rules.

Move closer to the pivot point, Snoopy.

Recently saw a clip of Rodney Dangerfield, on Carson: “When I was a kid. I had no friends, I had to keep running from one end of the see-saw, to the other.”

That’s the way the see saws.

It’s a question of weight ratios. Three five-ounce birds cannot move a 20-pound beagle.