Actually, Charlie Brown started out as slightly younger (or at least shorter) then most of the other characters, and kind of bratty… sort of like the kind of kid who would keep trying to tag along, and you’d try to brush him off, and he’d just get more obnoxious trying to get attention. That aspect of his persona faded early on, and he turned into the nebbish everyone knows so well.
Who the hell were these adults handing out rocks for Halloween?
If that’s the case, then Charlie Brown’s sister, Sally, would also be a schlimazel. However, she isn’t afflicted with as much as 10% of the misfortune and disrespect as her older brother is. Perhaps the curse only affects the Brown family’s males?
I’d say that’s likely. When you have male pattern baldness in elementary school, you’re obviously cursed.
Dude, it’s not the Brown family. It’s the human family.
IIRC, it’s that whenever Charlie is feeling especially down, he cheers himself up by hanging out with his dad, even if his dad is at work.
His dad happens to be a barber.
Every baseball game they ever lost, he was the pitcher. Blood feuds have been built on less.
Charlie Brown? He’s a clown.
He’s gonna get caught, just you wait and see.
Why’s everybody always picking on me?
Oh, he knows what he did. He knows damn well.
No one. Treats left their hands, hit the Charlie Brown bad luck energy field, and were converted to rocks. Just so Charlie could say, in his perfect intonation … “I got a rock.”
Remember also, Charlie Brown’s costume is a failure, too many holes. He could have done better, or start over, but he went around in a lackluster costume of his choosing. Recall the implied contract – free candy in exchange for your best costume. Charlie didn’t live up to his side of the bargain.
True story: At 11 I went with my sister and a friend trick or treating, I wore a sheet as a ghost. My sister wore a store bought costume, her friend wore a hand made, perfect, costume. Mine began to rip as I walked. So I wrapped it around myself as a mummy costume. Towards the end of the night, some lady said, “Good costumes, girls.” I guess the homemade, make do, just roll with it costume, on a pre-teen, wasn’t what she wanted to see. Still got candy 'tho.
He was a blockhead! Also he kept pitching a crappy game of baseball.
Apparently nobody on his block ever read any Lovecraft. Ain’t Chuck’s fault.
One does not necessarily preclude the other.
No, he’ll lose his soul and start killing again.
(Or possibly not, I always confuse Charlie Brown and Angel)