Mr. Peabody & Sherman 2 Page #3

Is it?

Nope. It's not Father's Day.

Is the president

coming to dinner again?

No.

Oh.

So, who's coming to dinner?

Let's just say, if the

evening is a success...

we can put this whole

"biting" business behind us.

The Petersons! Welcome.

So, he's literally a dog.

Paul!

No, that's all right.

Although,

I prefer "literate dog."

That's funny.

Isn't that funny, Paul?

He's not a big laugher.

We're so delighted you could

make it on such short notice.

Aren't we, Sherman?

Aren't we, Sherman?

Yeah, we're interested in what's

going on, that's for sure.

Say hello to Penny, Sherman.

Hi, Penny.

Hello, Sherman.

Now, why don't you go show Penny

your mineral collection,

Sherman?

I'm sure she'll find

those new geodes

of yours fascinating.

Come on.

I am so glad you

accepted my invitation.

Now, the kids can resolve their

differences before Ms. Grunion arrives.

You're barking up the wrong tree, mister.

In fact...

if it weren't for Patty, I would

have pressed charges already.

And I have to

tell you, Peabody...

where my daughter is concerned,

nothing is more important

than...

Hello. Sure,

I'll take a survey.

Everything going swimmingly?

Ugh.

Why didn't you tell me

she was coming over here?

Because I didn't want you to worry.

Okay, because I didn't want to

listen to your bellyaching.

Thank you for your honesty.

You're welcome.

I don't know what you think we're

supposed to do in here anyway.

She hates me.

Share your interests.

Tell a witty anecdote.

Mr. Peabody...

I hate her.

Sherman,

every great relationship...

starts from a place of conflict,

and evolves into

something richer.

Bonne chance.

Make it work.

But don't tell her

about the WABAC.

Don't even think about it.

Ah.

Peabody, that was amazing!

Paul, wasn't that amazing?

I'm more into

rock-'n'-roll.

I meant flamenco.

Bagpipes?

Uh, didgeridoo.

Sitar.

Steel drums.

Trombone.

Xylophone.

Djembe?

Calliope.

Oboe. Piccolo.

Tuba. Dobro.

Slide whistle. Yodeling.

Hurdy-gurdy. Ocarina.

Harmonium. Musical saw.

You know what?

This has been great...

but a complete waste of time.

Now, let's get Penny

and go home!

Are you all right, Paul?

I'm... fine.

This happens

whenever he's tense.

Paul, if I might...

Stay away from me, Peabody!

Just get back!

I need traction.

You can trust me, Paul.

I'm a licensed chiropractor.

Ow! Huh.

Ooh...

Ah...

Peabody...

I feel great.

I...

I really feel great!

Peabody,

you're a miracle worker.

Ha-ha! Look at me!

I'm dancing!

You know, Penny...

Sigmund Freud says

if you don't like a person...

it's because they remind you of something

you don't like about yourself.

What do you know

about Sigmund Freud?

More than you think.

Sure. Just like you

know all that stuff...

about George Washington not really

cutting down the cherry tree.

Ugh. What a crock.

But it's true!

How do you know?

I just know!

Did you read it in a book?

No!

See it in a movie?

No!

Did your brainiac dad tell you?

No!

So, how do you know, Sherman?

How do you know?

He told me.

Who told you?

George Washington.

George Washington?

Yeah.

Ugh! Liar.

But don't tell

her about the WABAC.

He calls it the "WABAC."

So, where have you gone in it?

Not "where," Penny, "when."

Okay, smart guy, when?

Oh, 1965,1776, 1620...

1492, 1215, 4.

Can it go back to an hour ago?

Why?

Because I could take it home,

pretend to be sick...

and not come to

this lame dinner party.

Ha-ha. Mr. Peabody says you

should never use the WABAC...

to travel to

a time when you existed.

How come?

There would be two of you.

Oh, yeah.

I guess the world's

not ready for that.

Wow.

Um, well, now that we've seen

it, maybe we should go back.

Are you kidding?

Where should we go first?

Mr. Peabody says I'm not

allowed to drive it till I'm older.

Do you do everything

Mr. Peabody says?

Yeah.

You know what that

makes you, Sherman.

An obedient son?

Nope.

A dog.

Ooh!

Nice control.

Look at him go!

Take it, Patty!

Heads up, Paul!

Whoa!

Here you go. Zing!

Oh, yeah.

Oh!

Hey, look at that.

This is fun!

This is a little homespun

concoction I like to call...

"Einstein on the Beach."

Yummy.

To the kids.

To the kids!

Mr. Peabody.

Sherman?

Can I talk to you a second?

Of course.

Excuse me.

I've really hit it off

with Penny's parents.

I think we can file this night

under "Unqualified Success."

Uh, I would hold off

filing it just yet.

What do you mean?

Where's Penny?

Uh... Ancient Egypt.

You used the WABAC?

What's happening,

big guy? We're running low.

I'll be right there, Paul.

How could you do such a thing?

She called me a liar...

for saying George Washington

never out down a cherry tree.

So, you took her

to see George Washington?

Yeah. She was into it.

Hey, Pea-buddy.

Hey.

Where's Penny?

Playing hide-and-seek.

Pooping.

Pooping.

Playing hide and seek.

Well, which is it?

Uh...

Hey, what's going on here?

Yeah. What's going on here?

What have you done with Penny?

Penny?

Penny? Penny!

Oh, my gosh!

Where's our daughter?

It's hard to say, Paul.

She could be here, or here,

or here, or here...

or here.

That will hold them.

I learned that

trick from a swami

at the Begawan Giri

in Ubud, Bali.

Let's go!

Ancient Egypt.

Land of the Pharaohs.

A beacon of progress

on the horizon of humanity...

but a cruel and barbarous

civilization just the same.

I just hope Penny isn't

suffering too badly.

I got it.

What are you doing here?

We have come to take you home.

Ugh! What's the Egyptian word

for "tattletale"?

But that's beside the point. Get

your clothes on, we're going home.

Who died and made you Pharaoh?

Now, bring on

the mani-pedi.

See, Mr. Peabody?

Impossible!

Indeed,

but watch what happens...

when an immovable object

meets an irresistible force.

Penny...

come here, right now.

Penny, come!

I'm not Penny anymore.

Now, I'm Princess Hatsheput,

precious flower of the Nile.

"Precious," perhaps,

but if you think

"we're going to

leave you here...

you are most

definitely in de-Nile."

I don't get it.

Now, come along.

Unhand her!

What's the matter, my sweet

little desert blossom?

Are these barbarians

bothering you?

As a matter of fact, they are.

Bow, barbarians.

As you wish, Your Highness.

Who's that, Mr. Peabody?

That, Sherman, is

the living image of Amun...

son of Akhenaten, lord of the 18th

Dynasty of the New Kingdom...

King Tutankhamun.

Otherwise known

as "King Tut."

My boyfriend.

King Tut is your boyfriend?

Mmm-hmm.

Would you like me to have them

skinned, covered with honey...

and laid in a pit of fire ants?

You would do that for me?

Anything, my desert flower.

Consider it a wedding gift.

What?! You can't

marry this guy!

Why not?

Well, for one, his name

rhymes with "butt."

I don't care. I'm gonna have a

big, fat, Egyptian wedding.

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