Charlie Brown walks to Snoopy's doghouse. He has a supper dish in his hands.
Charlie: I brought something special for you. I mixed a few table scraps.
Snoopy: Table Scraps. Well, I never!
Snoopy: I refuse to eat something that has been on someone else's plate.
Snoopy: Table scraps, indeed.
Snoopy: In all the times I was in the Daisy Hill Puppy Farm, we never had table scraps. No, sir. We had good solid dog food.
Snoopy: Table scraps! Outrageous!
Charlie: All right, forget the whole thing. See you, tomorrow.
Snoopy: Let's not be hasty. What's a few table scraps among friends.
Charlie: *Sigh*
