Mr. Peabody & Sherman 2 Page #6

Uh, yeah, and don't even get

me started about Oedipus.

Let's just say

that you do not want

to be at his house

over the holidays.

It's awkward.

Sherman, I'm concerned you

haven't thought this through.

This is war. Do you realize

what's about to happen?

I'll tell you

what's gonna happen.

We're gonna

destroy their houses!

Pull down their temples!

And make the streets

of the city run red...

with Trojan blood!

Yeah!

Blood!

Blood! Blood!

Zeus on three! One!

Sherman, I absolutely forbid you

to fight in the Trojan War.

It's not fair! All my friends

are fighting in the Trojan War.

Two!

Sherman, it's dangerous.

I'm wearing a helmet.

Three!

You're not going!

Oh, yes, I am.

Zeus!

Zeus! Zeus!

Eat my bronze, you Trojan dogs!

Eat my bronze, you Trojan dog!

Ahh!

Well, that's cutting it close.

This is why I ask you

to obey me, Sherman.

Because I'm your father, and

it's my job to keep you safe.

But are you sure Ms. Grunion

won't take me away?

Not as long as I'm around.

Mr. Peabody!

Help me!

Penny!

Smell my victory!

Smell it!

Hey! That's my ride!

Mr. Peabody...

hurry!

I'll take that.

You did it, Sherman!

Mr. Peabody helped.

Now, let's get to

the WABAC, go home,

un-hypnotize

Penny's parents...

finish that dinner party,

eat my Baked Alaska...

charm the pants

off Ms. Grunion...

and make sure none of this ever

happens in the first place.

Sounds good.

I'm in.

Ah!

Sherman!

Penny!

Sherman, no!

Whoa!

Mr. Peabody...

Mr. Peabody?

Mr. Peabody!

Mr. Peabody!

Dad!

Oh, Mr. Peabody! What should I do?

What should I do?

There's nothing

you can do, Sherman.

I just want to go home.

Home.

That's it.

I got an idea.

Come on!

Where are we gonna go?

We're going home.

There's only one person

who can help us...

and that's Mr. Peabody.

What are you talking about?

How is that even possible?

We've got a time machine, Penny!

I can set it so

that we'll get home

when Mr. Peabody

is still there.

But I thought

you're not supposed

to go back to a time

when you existed.

What choice do we have?

Error. You are attempting to

travel to an era in which you exist.

This could alter

the fabric of space-time.

Error. Error.

Hang on!

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? Penny?

Can we talk to you a second?

Of course.

Excuse me.

I've really hit it off

with your parents.

I think we can file this night

under "Unqualified Success."

I'd hold off filing it just yet.

What do you mean?

Why are you two dressed

like ancient Greeks?

You used the WABAC!

I did.

I know, it's terrible!

But why?

Penny and I got into an argument

about George Washington.

So, I made him

show me the WABAC.

And I lost her in ancient Egypt.

And I got engaged to King Tut.

So, I came back and got you.

Then we ran out of gas.

In Florence.

Went into a black hole.

And then you died

in ancient Troy.

Died? I have a hard

time believing that.

It's true!

But now you're here, and

everything's gonna be okay.

I told you never to come back

to a time when you existed...

Because there

would be two of you!

Yeah, but the other one

of me is in ancient Egypt.

Ahh!

Who are you?

He's you, but

from another timeline.

But I thought you said never to come

back to a time when you existed.

Exactly!

I know.

But what was I supposed to do? Mr.

Peabody died in ancient Troy.

Died?

I have a hard time

believing that.

Thank you.

What are we going to do?

Well, for starters, both

Shermans can't stay here.

Why? We could

get bunk beds.

I was thinking the same thing.

That's so weird.

It's like we're twins!

I was thinking that, too!

Ow!

You see? We can't have two

Shermans in the same timeline.

It puts too much strain

on the space-time continuum.

What to do?

The Petersons

can't know any of this.

Hey, Pea-buddy.

Hey.

How's it going?

Patty and I are

working up an appetite.

Mmm. The smells coming from

your kitchen are yummy!

Especially that Baked Alaska.

So, what's going on here?

Yeah, what's with the getups?

Toga party!

Toga party?

Yes, it is a toga party!

Well, what about dinner?

I'm starving.

Why don't we head

into the dining room...

and tuck into those quails

you've been yakking about?

No!

Why not?

Because it's so fun right here!

Whoo-hoo!

Ms. Grunion!

How delightful.

We were

having such a good time...

I almost forgot you were coming.

Oh!

Well, why don't

you join the party?

I'm not here for a party. I'm

here for the investigation.

Good. Why don't you start

investigating over here?

Or here, or here, or here...

Stop waving your hands around!

Sherman?

Wait! Is that...?

Sherman!

Dos Shermanos? What's

going on here, Peabody?

Oh...

Um...

Nobody move!

Sherman, I've got to get you out

of here before you touch yourself.

Mr. Peabody!

You didn't die!

Of course I didn't die.

Thank you.

Hey. How did you get back?

Well, after a few

failed experiments...

I hit upon a combination of

bones, stone and yak fat...

and constructed

a rudimentary WABAC.

You know what they say...

"If at first you don't

succeed, Troy, Troy again."

This is no time for puns!

Even good ones.

Penny, Sherman, quickly!

You're not going anywhere.

I've seen quite enough

to remove the boy...

both boys, from this home.

No, don't,

Ms. Grunion, please!

This is all my fault.

I started it.

I'm so sorry, Sherman.

You have nothing

to apologize for, Penny.

A dog should never

have been allowed

to adopt a boy

in the first place.

Now, come along.

Ms. Grunion,

be careful!

Ah! Oh!

What's happening?

Mr. Peabody, help!

Sherman!

Sherman!

Oh!

Hey! Where did

the other two go?

Our cosmic doubles combined

in order to reconcile a paradox...

in the space-time continuum.

Okay, that makes sense.

I don't know what

just happened here...

but I know it was wrong!

This boy is coming with me!

Mr. Peabody!

No, Ms. Grunion!

Ow! Let me go!

Get back here!

Ow! Ow! You're hurting me!

Oh! Oh!

He bit me!

He bit me!

Yes, hello, police.

I'd like to report an assault.

A bite.

Mr. Peabody,

what are we gonna do?

Get here as soon as possible.

Run!

He's kidnapping

the children! Oh!

I can't believe

you bit her, Mr. Peabody!

I know, Sherman, it was wrong.

"Wrong"?

It was awesome!

And now, to return to our proper

timeline and erase this mess.

There he is! He's got my daughter

in that giant space apple!

My face is numb.

Whoo-hoo!

Yes!

What's wrong?

Time travel failed.

Oh, dear.

What is it,

Mr. Peabody?

Our cosmic doubles colliding...

ripped a hole

in the space-time continuum.

That's why we didn't

get to the past.

Hey, Peabody!

Looks like the past

is coming to us.

Oof! I will get you, dog!

And your little boy, too!

Penny!

My bride!

What?

Oh, dear.

Follow that orb!

Incoming!

What sort of creature are you?

The name is Grunion!

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