The world's most renowned and greatest genius was walking down the street on a rainy night. He was carrying a scarlet red umbrella that had protected him from the sky's cries. That genius was abnormally a dog. A beagle that was anthropomorphic. No one knew what race he came from or how he could talk but it really didn't bother him. The genius had pristine white fur, long ears, a furry tail, wore a stylish red bow tie, and had a raindrop torso. And that genius' name was Peabody. Hector James Peabody but he preferred people to call him and I (the narrator) quote, "Mr. Peabody or when speaking informally, simply Peabody." Peabody had a lot of friends including his negative yet pleasant business partner, Veronica Williams (who was nearly as smart and prominent as he was), Nicole Wilde (a female fox he was working with), and his two best buddies, Rocky J. Squirrel and Bullwinkle J. Moose. Peabody lived in the most luxurious penthouses in New York and owned Peabody Industries, a multi-million business company that made him filthy rich. Mr. Peabody didn't really like his riches or so. In fact, he always thought something was missing from his life. Peabody was humbly walking home and then stopped from a small coo.

"WAAA!" The coo grew into cries.

The cries were coming from a nearby alley. Peabody looked around to see if anyone was there but as luck would have it, he was alone on that street. Peabody walked into the alley and from a distance, saw a small brown box that was shaking a little. The genius walked towards it with a concerned expression and peeked inside.

When you see a box, you notice that it has to hold something in it. Peabody had noticed that inside the box was four objects inside. (1) Two squirming babies that were very identical but one wore glasses. (2) A soft, blue blanket that covered the two from the cold. (3) A note with proper cursive on it. And (4), small name tags that were taped where the babies were squirming. For the twin with spectacles said, "Sherman". And for the one without spectacles said, "Schroeder". Peabody's heart melted and the cries had stopped. The infants smiled to see the genius. Peabody picked up the note and it said:

Dear whomever reads this,

I'm sorry to say I don't have the strength to raise both Sherman and Schroeder. Certain events has caused me to leave them in the custody of you but I hope you'll take care of him with loving, firm, and gentle arms. When they are older, maybe they'll meet the people I have befriended and the people who I rather not speak of. Let them know that I love them and no matter where they are, as long as they have each other, they are home.

Here are some information you need to know about them:

Schroeder is the older brother, born on January 1st, 2007

Sherman is the younger brother, born March 7th, 2007

Sherman's glasses belongs to his father so please, and I beg of you, do not let him lose it.

That's all the info I can give you. Hopefully, you can take care of them, and when they come of age, and before I perish, I will see them again.

Signed, Lauren Baudelaire

"Lauren Baudelaire," Peabody thought out loud, "I believe I have heard of her… and the year is 2008 and its March 7th so the two are a year old…" As his voice trailed off, he reread the info about the twins. The infants had rich, supple, fair skin that gleamed with youth. Their amber eyes looked at Peabody with meek kindness. The only thing they wore was a small diaper and nothing else. They had a tuft of auburn hair that stood up straight.

"Schroeder and Sherman, huh?" Peabody chuckled, "welcome to the family."