Up a creek, without a paddle.
Charlie Brown and associates find themselves in a battle royal after getting into a rafting race at summer camp in one of the first films I remember seeing in a theater.
The bad guys have a wily cat named Brutus, while Snoopy is on hand as always, ready to rev his motorcycle and scarf ice cream sundaes.
My childhood theater was an epic two-story structure, complete with an imposing balcony, plus a diner which sat next door.
Did we get our own ice cream sundaes after the show?
I’d like to hope so.
