Yay! pixelly peanuts FTW!
..and now a not wholly unrelated story...
The only store I was allowed to got to by myself when I was a kid was a Planter's Peanuts Shoppe that sat at the mouth of our neighborhood. They even had a man in a peanut suit that stood by the road and waved at the passing cars. When I was a teenager I was friends with a guy that worked there, and he let me root around in the backroom and find the retired peanut suit. I put it on, and went out and waved at everybody for about a half an hour. That was all I could stand. It gave me a new respect for people that wear the cartoon outfits at theme parks.
Hot
Smelly
Uncomfortable
But it did allow me one treasure. I will repeat this story over and over until I die, and bug the living shit out of my kids who will have heard this dumbass story a million zillion times.
I can hear the groans now... life is good!