Author's Note:

Well it's time for The Adventures of Rocky, Bullwinkle, Mr. Peabody, and Sherman! Starring none other than jet-age aerial ace, Rocket J. Squirrel, his pal Bullwinkle the Moose, that canine braniac Mr. Peabody, and his pet boy, Sherman!

We got some great things in store for you in today's show! So sit back, relax and enjoy the story! After all, it is the start of season two.


Things are usually peaceful in the town of Frostbite Falls, Minnesota. Some people play endless checker games, some trade things, some play lazily at tiddly winks. Aren't you fellas gonna play?

"Brother, I'm just too tired to play." The first player said to the narrator.

Charlie Parlor Carr came dashing up the street like a maniac.

"What do you think he's running about?" Asked a checker player.

"Maybe he's got sunstroke." The other player suggested.

"It's not even sunny today." The first player pointed at the gloomy, snowy sky. "It's snowing."

But what the man really had was a telegram for none other than our hero, Bullwinkle the Moose. He arrived at the house of our heroes.

"BULLWINLKLE! BULLWINKLE!" The man called out.

Bullwinkle jumped out of his chair "Where? Where?"

"You're Bullwinkle!" Peabody scolded Bullwinkle.

"This telegram here is for you." Charlie handed Bullwinkle the telegram.

"A telegram?" Peabody asked "They still do those?"

"Read it will you Rock?" Bullwinkle handed Rocky the letter. "I don't have my glasses."

"You don't wear reading glasses!" Rocky reminded the moose.

"Well I said I didn't have any." Bullwinkle shrugged.

"Well here it is anyways," Rocky started to read the letter "Dear brother, you are invited to attend the 15th annual convention of the BAMBAMS."

"The BAMBAMS?" Sherman asked.

"That's my lodge." Bullwinkle went into his hope chest and took out a banner "The Big American Mooses Benevolent Artistic and Marching Society."

"Well anyways," Rocky continued reading "They want to come to their convention so they can make you their vice president."

"Golly Uncle Bullwinkle," Sherman exclaimed "That's pretty fantastic!"

"We should go." Rocky said "This seems like a golden oppurtunity."

"Well, I don't know," Bullwinkle went into his train of thought.

"They're gonna have a tasty steak buffet," Rocky told the moose.

"Well," Bullwinkle thought out loud.

"They'll pay all expenses," Rocky added.

"Well," Bullwinkle continued.

"And you can bring your ukelele." Rocky finished.

"Well what are we waiting for?" Bullwinkle asked "Let's go!"

Before they left, our heroes put on their winter clothing. Sherman put on a blue jacket and red gloves, Peabody was wearing a red scarf and winter hat, Rocky wore a yellow scarf and mittens, and Bullwinkle was wearing a red winter hat, a red scarf, and earmuffs. and And so in just a little while, our heroes were at the ticket office with their suitcases in hand.

"Where are we going Uncle Bullwinkle?" Sherman asked his uncle.

"The convention my dear nephew." Bullwinkle said.

"No, Sherman means where the convention is." Peabody corrected Bullwinkle.

"Oh," Bullwinkle looked in his address book "It's in PEaceful Valley, Missuori."

"First class, second class, or third class?" Asked the stationmaster.

"What's the difference?" Asked Rocky.

The stationmaster showed them some pictures "First class you ride in a closed car, second class you ride in an open car,"

"What's third class?" Rocky asked.

"You ride under the car." The stationmaster finished "So how much can you afford to spend?"

"Anything up to a dollar and a half is okay." Rocky showed the stationmaster his money.

"What can we afford?" Peabody asked.

"Shanks Mare Excursion tickets." Said the stationmaster.

"What's that mean?" Rocky asked.

The stationmaster picked up Rocky, Bullwinkle, Mr. Peabody, and Sherman and threw them onto the tracks. Yes, the Shanks Mare Excursion tickets meant that they had to walk on the tracks from Minnesota to Missouri themselves.

"But that includes stopovers to get the rocks out of your shoes." Sherman shook rocks out of his shoes.

"Sherman, you're only one who wears shoes." Peabody pointed out.

Little did our heroes know that at that very moment, they're being watched by an eye high in the sky. Yes, an opening satelite was broadcasting their every move thousands of miles very far away, where a dastardly figure waits sinisterly. And that guy was none other than, Fearless Leader.

"Well Feeogy, where are they?" Fearless Leader asked his henchman.

"They are on their way, Fearless Leader." Feeogy answered.

Fearless Leader looked on a radar and saw our heroes on the tracks to Missouri.

"Good." Said Fearless Leader "That completes phase one of my master plan."


Author's Note:

Why is this fearless leader keeping tab on our heroes? Maybe we'll find out next time-

Fearless Leader: Over your dead body!

Well, maybe we won't. But keep on reading anyways for our next chapter, "Landslide on the Rail" or "Bullwinkle Covers His Tracks"!