Duplicity reporting, Sir!

Its been a long while, since I went over the magic of the Peanuts gang, having recently taken itch to being called 'Marcy' by some. It is a pleasure long withheld. I love these old strips and the times they represent. Of pseudo-babble and pop tarts and fortunately, little else. Inane and Intellectual, moreover a flavour of sillidom, much needed.
Times were simple then. Simple and silly and sublime.
For the record, I wish self and I could manage to pull me off in Peppermint Patty or Lucy. Being a tomboy with little need for love or a self involved shruck would be a better bargain over a well-intentioned bumbling bafoonista. But the world must have its bumbling Bafoonista's.
So Marcy it is.
Reporting for Duplicitous duty... Sir!