Hi, Peabody here. You see, this is the actually story of how this whole crazy all out war started. The date is now January 4, 2014. Right now, what's left of the army is stuck in an old shack. Hope is fading as fast as the snow is falling. Sherman is gone. So is Lloyd. Katrina is near death. How did this happen, you ask? Well now, this all started...
(Mr. Peabody's Note:) I almost died the day I was born...
Dogs usually have a lot of puppies. But Major Montogram had never heard of anything of this sorts. He watched in confused awe and madness as Agent D's chest went up and down. All of her other babies(four boys and five girls) had been born yesterday. This one, though, had somehow manged to be born a day later.
Carl finally arrived just as the pup finally got all the way out. It was a cute, all white boy. And the runt. Major Monogram's frown deepen. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to kill it. "Awwwwwwww," Carl said. He bent down and picked up the pup just as he yelped for his mother. "She's sooooo cute!" "Carl, that's a boy." "Oh." Carl put him back down in the hay. The pup yelped again weakly for his mother. Major Montogram gave a curt nod and started away. Carl soon followed. The pup yelped yet again, and this time his mother answered. He turned and tried to get some milk but his brothers and sisters just pushed him away and yelped," Go away peabody." The pup back away, whimpered, and laid his head down. His mother scoffed at this. Personally, she did not care for the pup. Without special help anyway, the runt would die. Two people walked towards the pen. One was an old, tired man. Bald, glasses wearer, and wearing peasant's clothes, he looked clearly pathic next to the other one. The other one was clearly a Queen of some sorts. She wore a crown and the most uglest camo colored dress ever.
But the pup did not see this. All he smelled as he lifted his tiny head, was the two human figures. The Queen of all Creatures and Demons lifted him up with uncaring hands. The pup whimpered. She smiled with a hint of evil and chuckled. "I want this one. "Excuse me, my Lord, but what difference does it make?" the man asked. The Queen , nearly squishing the pup, swished around. "What's the difference?! What's the difference!? He's obviously been born just now!" The Queen then whispered something into the old man's ear. "Oh. What a stupid mistake, my Lord." "Yes, yes it was," the Queen said, shoving the poor pup into a basket.
It was two months later. 12-year-old twins, Jenny and Gage Othangenthepo were bored as they stumbled around in the woods. "You want to play pirates?" Gage asked, on a low, loose tree branch, with a stick in his right hand. Jenny looked at him. "Really Gage? Pirates in the woods?" "What?!" Gage said, leaping off the tree branch. "Let me guess... you want to play princes..." His voice trailed off as the twins noticed a house? "What's a house doing in the middle of the woods?" Jenny wondered aloud. "I donna know. Maybe it's a witch's hut inside and she ea-" "Gage. No." Gage smiled. Lets go in." "What?! Go in?!" "Yea! Come on!"
"What do you think she has in here?" Gage whispered as they opened a look-alike ice room. "Frozen kid meat?" "Ssssh!" Jenny snapped. The children gasped. For everywhere you looked was bags and bags of ice. But that wasn't the reason they were gasping for. In the middle of the room, on a desk, in a strangely not frozen(like everything else) cage, was a frozen new-born pup. They rushed to the cage. "Do you think he's a mutant?" "Gage, no! He's just a pup!''
Gage crossed his arms and muttered under his breath," Still doesn't mean he's not a mutant..." Suddenly the children heard a noise. The turned to the noise, then to the frozen new-born pup. Gage turned to go, back Jenny grabbed him. "We can't leave him!" "And why not?" "Gage!" Gage sighed. "Fine."
They got the poor pup, and wrapped him up in a piece of cloth they had manged to quickly get all the ice off, and left.
"Go and drown that, that thing!" Mrs. Othangenthepo exclaimed in her yellow wheelchair. Jenny and Gage had just gotten home, and had shown the little pup, who was now unfrozen and playful. "But Mother!" Gage exclaimed. "No butts!" Mother cried. Jenny laughed as the dog attempted to lick her. Mrs. Othangenthepo gave her a disapproving glance. Mr. Othangenthepo walked in from the back door with a log. He wiped his brow. "Oh, Marcy let them keep him." Mrs. Othangenthepo, a fat, old, ugly woman, gave him a disapproving glance.