Once upon a time, there were three very different little girls. They work for me. My name is Charlie.
Charlie: Good morning, Angels.
Marcy: Good morning, sir.
Peppermint Patty: How ya doin', Chuck?
Lucy: Get on with it, blockhead. Do we have a client or not?
Patty: Yeah, Chuck. What's the story?
Charlie: Mr. Van Pelt is missing a priceless personal item. He believes the theft may have been an inside job.
Van Pelt: Thank you for seeing me today. I...I...feel so...
Patty: I think he's having trouble breathing, Chuck. Have you tried getting away from shoelaces and switching to sandals? There's nothing like a comfortable shoe to help you stay calm and relaxed.
Marcy: It looks like he's going to pass out. Maybe we should get him a paper bag to breathe into, sir.
Lucy: He looks like he needs me to sock him one.
Van Pelt: No, I'll...I'll be alright. They left me this note.
Patty: This doesn't look good, Chuck. It's from the network.
Marcy: What could it mean, sir?
Lucy: Whatever it is, it doesn't look friendly. This has got to mean trouble for us.
CB: Good grief.