Mr. Peabody & Sherman 2 Page #2

I know, Mr. Peabody!

And if you have to

go to the bathroom...

just raise your hand proudly

and say, "I have to go."

I will, Mr. Peabody.

And remember, the No.2 pencil

is standard for most uses...

but there are times

when a No. 1 comes in handy.

I left a little pencil chart

in your backpack...

which you can consult if it

ever becomes a judgment call.

I think I'll be okay!

Okay, bye, Mr. Peabody.

Wait.

See you after school.

Sherman!

I gotta go. I gotta

sign up for the clubs.

No one is more in

favor of participation

in fraternal

organizations than I.

But before you go,

I want you to have this.

Thanks. What is it?

A dog whistle.

It doesn't work,

Mr. Peabody.

It works fine, Sherman.

It's just a frequency

only dogs can hear.

Oh, cool.

Let that little keepsake

be a reminder to you...

that no matter what

challenges you face,

no matter how far

away I might seem...

Bye, Mr. Peabody!

...I'm with you.

George Washington.

Who can tell me who he is?

Oh, me! I can! I can't

Uh... Sherman.

The first president of the

United States of America.

Good job.

And when President Washington

was a little boy...

what kind of tree

did he cut down?

Ooh! Ooh, me! Me! Me!

Penny?

A cherry tree.

Apocryphal.

What kind of tree is that?

It's not a tree. It's a word.

"Apocryphal."

It means that story is not true.

Really?

Yeah.

George Washington never

cut down a cherry tree...

and he never said

he couldn't lie.

People made those stories up to

teach kids a lesson about lying...

but they're not true.

He did cross the Delaware River,

Christmas night, 1776, though.

My dad took me there this summer.

We crossed it, too.

I fell in.

Looks like someone really knows

their history, huh, Penny?

It's really great

meeting you guys.

Maybe you can come over

to my house sometime.

I could bring my new model.

It's a hydrogen atom.

You've only got one, huh?

Guess we'll have to split it.

Good one!

Check it, guys.

What do you got there, Sherman?

Kibbles or bits?

Actually, I've got baby carrots,

organic apple juice,

and a tuna sandwich.

It's super-high

in omega-3s.

So, you eat human food, huh?

Yeah. Why wouldn't I?

Because you're a dog.

No, I'm not.

Sure you are. Your dad is a

dog, so you're a dog, too.

I think you're confused. It's

an adoptive relationship.

Zip it, Carl.

Okay.

Here, I'll show you.

Fetch!

Go on, doggy.

Go get your lunch.

Go on.

Go get it.

Ugh. The humiliation.

Sherman, go get your food.

Make like a good little doggy.

Ruff-ruff!

What's this?

It's mine!

Give it back!

What is it? A whistle?

Ugh! Stupid thing

doesn't even work.

It's a dog whistle, Penny.

It operates at a frequency

that only dogs can hear.

Back up, Carl.

Okay.

Penny, that whistle

is my private property.

Give it back!

Jump, doggy, jump.

I am not a dog.

Come on, Sherman!

Just admit it.

You're a dog. Say it.

Let me go!

Not until you beg like a dog.

Come on, Sherman. Beg!

Fight, fight, fight!

Mr. Peabody, thank you for

coming in on such short notice...

to discuss

the problem with Sherman.

Oh, it's not a problem

at all, Principal Purdy.

I fully expected this.

You did?

Yes.

And, as with all things

Sherman-related, I prepared for it.

Here's a curriculum

that takes Sherman's

advanced preparation

into account...

but won't require you to have

him skip one or more grades.

Mr. Peabody...

Here are some pre-algebra worksheets,

an advanced reading list...

and a link to

a website I created

so he can start

studying Mandarin Chinese.

It is, after all,

the language of the future.

Mr. Peabody!

I'm not saying he shouldn't study

French, too, Principal Purdy.

I'm saying have him do both.

Mr. Peabody!

What? Not enough? Swahili?

Sherman got into a fight today.

Oh, dear.

Pictures were taken...

for insurance purposes.

He bit her.

I must say, it doesn't look

good for you, Mr. Peabody.

After all, you are a dog.

Who, may I ask, are you?

I am Ms. Grunion from the Bureau

of Child Safety and Protection.

We're required by law to contact

them whenever there's an...

incident.

Sherman has never done

anything like this before.

I'm sure he must

have had a reason.

Well, the girl was being

a bit of a bully...

Quiet, Purdy!

It's normal for

children to tease.

It's not normal

for them to bite.

Clearly, it's because of

how he's being raised.

In my opinion,

a dog can never be

a suitable parent

to a little boy.

I must point out,

Ms. Grunion...

that I won

the right to adopt Sherman

in a court of law.

And the court can

take it away from you.

I'll be coming to your home tomorrow

evening to conduct an investigation.

If I discover that you are, in

any way, an unfit parent...

I will see to it Sherman is

removed from your custody.

Permanently.

I hope I've made myself clear.

Crystal.

I'm sorry

I bit her, Mr. Peabody.

I won't do it again.

You're darn tooting

you won't do it again.

This kind of wanton violence

is totally unacceptable.

And rather uncharacteristic, given

how you feel about Mr. Gandhi.

What on earth provoked it?

She called me a dog.

Well, all right then.

Thank you for telling me.

Try and get some sleep.

I love you, Mr. Peabody.

I have a deep regard

for you as well, Sherman.

Close your eyes

Have no fear

The master's gone

He's on the run

And your daddy's here

Beautiful, beautiful,

beautiful, beautiful boy

Say a little prayer

Every day, in every way

It's getting better and better

Beautiful, beautiful,

beautiful, beautiful boy

Beautiful, beautiful,

beautiful, beautiful boy

A hard road to hoe

Yes, it's a long way to go

But in the meantime

Take my hand

Life is what happens to you while

you're busy making other plans

Beautiful, beautiful,

beautiful, beautiful boy

Beautiful, beautiful,

beautiful, beautiful boy

Mr. Peabody...

you are a Nobel

Prize-winning scientist.

An advisor to heads of state.

A captain of industry.

Why would you

want to adopt a boy?

Because, Your Honor...

when I found Sherman, it reminded

me of how I started out in life.

And now, I want to give him

the one thing I always wanted.

A home.

And you're sure you're capable

of meeting all the challenges...

of raising a human boy?

With all due respect,

how hard could it be?

Very well, then.

If a boy can adopt a dog...

I see no reason

why a dog cannot adopt a boy.

Da-da!

No, Sherman, not "Da-da."

You shall call me

"Mr. Peabody."

Or, in less formal moments,

simply "Peabody."

That's right.

"Mr. Pea-baba."

Beautiful, beautiful,

beautiful, beautiful boy

What's cooking, Mr. Peabody?

Oh, nothing much.

Just a little Dungeness crab with

a passion-fruit basil concass.

Some truffled quails

in a juniper-berry reduction.

And Baked Alaska.

Wow! Is today some

kind of special occasion?

You could say.

It's not my birthday.

No, it isn't.

It's not your birthday.

Right again.

It's not Father's Day.

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