So, this is my first full-length multi-chapter story! It is also my first crossover story.
I want to make one thing clear right now. This story will not have any characters from The Giver. It will just take place in the same future society as the book. If you have read The Giver (which most of you probably have), the story will make more sense. If you haven't, you could probably still read it without much confusion, as it doesn't have any characters from it.
Also, another thing. Don't count on me updating frequently all the time. I have three other stories to worry about on FictionPress, plus my annoying brother and school.
This story does not take place in the same timeline as my other stories.
Onto the story!
It was only two days until Sherman's birthday, and he was getting really excited. He had spent the last several days playing his 3DS and taking the occasional trip on the WABAC, but that didn't suffice. Mr. Peabody had promised him lots of presents when he got home from school, and that alone was making the wait unbearable.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning in New York City. The skies were painted bright blue, the trees green with tints of yellow and orange. Flocks of birds danced in the sky, enjoying the warm weather before it got cold and the birds would be forced to head south for the winter.
Sherman lay on his bed playing his 3DS again. He was getting extremely frustrated, for it was the billionth time he died on the final boss in Yoshi's New Island. He kept getting hit by enemies and being forced to listen to Baby Mario's ear-piercing cry.
Meanwhile, Mr. Peabody was in the kitchen, cooking Sherman's favourite breakfast: chocolate chip pancakes.
"Sherman's going to love these chocolate chip pancakes," Mr. Peabody mumbled to himself, before grabbing a nearby spatula and placing the last pancake on the plate. "Sherman!" he called.
Footsteps could be heard from Sherman's room, before the door swung open and Sherman came stumbling out.
"I made chocolate chip pancakes!" Mr. Peabody declared.
Sherman's face instantly lit up like a Christmas tree. "Yay! Thanks, Mr. Peabody!"
Mr. Peabody said nothing, but smiled. He grabbed a few of the pancakes and put them on a seperate plate for himself. He sat at the dining table next to Sherman, who had already poured a boatload of maple syrup on his food.
"Are we going on a trip in the WABAC today?" Sherman asked, before taking a big bite of food.
"We could. Where do you want to go?" Mr. Peabody replied.
Sherman stayed silent for a few seconds. "Well, I'm getting sick of going to the past."
"Oh?" said Mr. Peabody, sounding interested. "I think I know where this is going."
"Can the WABAC go into the future? I've never been there before."
"That reminds me!" Mr. Peabody piped up. "The WABAC isn't really built for going into the future. But I have been working on changing the machine so it is."
Sherman didn't say anything.
"It should be ready in a few days," Mr. Peabody added.
"These pancakes are good," Sherman said, changing the subject.
Mr. Peabody was taken aback by the sudden change in the subject, but he decided it would be best to not say anything. "Yes, they are quite good, aren't they?"
Sherman took his last bite of the pancakes and started getting up and walking towards his room again. He didn't make it very far before Mr. Peabody spoke up again.
"Remember to put your plate in the sink!" he yelled.
Sherman ran back and put the dirty plate in the sink before running off to his room again.
Mr. Peabody got up to put both of their plates in the dishwasher. "Oh, Sherman," he mumbled to himself. "Just wait until your birthday. I've got a surprise for you."
There is the first chapter! Sorry it was kind of short, but the second chapter will probably be a lot longer. Feedback is appreciated!
Stay tuned for more.
