Guess who isn't dead! MEEEEE! Ha. ha... hoooooo... ok guys, I'm sorry. Alot of stuff has gone down since November 20th 2012... I'M SORRY! Please forgive me! I hope that this makes up for it!

OK so I live in the USA so the UK trailer LIED TO ME and told me that this movie was coming out in Feburary and not March so now I'm kinda pissed... but anyways I have yet to see this movie so NO SPOILERS (from me or you please!).

This plot is tuched on (Sherman being taken away from Mr. Peabody's care) in the trailer and if it is not adressed atleast once more in the movie I will be writing a strongly worded letter to DreamWorks explaining the concept of Chekhov's gun ( or pistol whichever floats your boat...) which is my favorite litterary term and Disney and DreamWorks have a hard time following it. So just in case I am writing my own story! YAYYYYYY! WHOO!

Sorry for the rant... Joining theatre has changed me a little in the past 2 years soooo... however my spelling has not improved and I am working on a program that has no spell check so I'm screwed... I'm really sorry about that, like really sorry because I can't spell at. all. It's is kinda sad. Feel free to correct me in the reviews! (I won't change it though...)

As ALWAYS! Read and Review ENJOY!

{ As I said I have not seen this movie yet so I don't know how it ends so we are just going to say that movie is over and that what I say happened... :D all SPOILERS are unintended and done without knowing}

The resonating sound of the lock clicking into place finally allowed the two of us to breathe again. The WABAC was a good idea to begin with, it allowed me and my boy to explore the world! In this time and the last! Sherman and I, however, have decided that after tearing a hole in the spacetime continuim that we should put it under lock and key for a few days, or weeks, maybe months. So pretty much indeffinatly.

"It is just until this all blows over, Sherman," I said as I hooked the key to my key chain containing a different key for every room that holds one of my projects, (master keys are distructive and idiotic contraptions that lead to nothing but trouble).

I looked down at my boy and saw that look. The same look he has every time that "we" decide to do something that he isn't at least 98 3/4 % enthusiastic about. This situation is more understandable than getting vinilla ice cream instead of chocolate however. I had made the WABAC for him in the first place...

'No, Peabody, this is what is right,' a voice scolded me 'you can't loose him and time travel has proven to be too problematic and dangerous.' This annoying voice had been repeating the same thing scence the WABAC fist put my so-boy in danger. I of course know it is my own voice but it doesn't make it any less annoying. He wanted Sherman to continue to learn thing that his history books could not teach him, that is what the WABAC was intinded to do! 'Maybe if I... NO!' I shook myself out of my stuper

"Alright Sherman," I said ushering my boy from the room toward his own "today has been long and exausting, I believe that sleep is nessisary for us both right now."

"Huh?" Sherman mumbled as we walked down the hallway.

"It is bedtime," I symplified chuckilng.

"B-but Mr.- Mr. Peabody I'm- n-not... I'm not tired," Sherman said around a yawn.

"Oh?" I asked as we entered his room "Are you sure that saving New York and Penny and the world and the universe wasn't too much for one day?" I asked as I removed his shoes and replaced his torn and muddy shirt with a cleaner one.

Sherman grumbled something uninteligable as he climed into bed with minimal assistance from me. I chuckled as I pulled his blankets over his small shoulders.

"G'ni Mr. Peabody," Sherman sighed.

"Goodnight child," I said with a smile and pressed my nose to his temple and left the room leaving the door open a crack.

Today had been hell, excuse my french, but there is not much else to explain the chaous that ensued in the streets of NYC. In order to patch the hole in the universe each historical figure had to be put back in their original time perriod and then convinced that eveything had been only a dream (sadly Agamemnon had to be told that Shermanous was killed in action). Then the three of us returned to only mere moments before the affair happened making the time of the event only known to us. This not only drained Sheman, and no doubt Penny, but I was deffinatly feelng the long term effects of this trip as well. The short hallway inbetween me and Sherman's rooms seemed more like miles than yards.

'The chair,' I thought 'the chair is closer. To me and Sherman.'