Author's Note:

I know there's been many attempts to do a Mr. Peabody & Sherman/Frozen crossover, but none of them matches the same storyline as the Disney film, "Frozen."

So, I took it upon myself to do so as a true blue crossover between "Mr. Peabody & Sherman" and the Academy Award winning Disney film.

Trust me, after reading this, you might think that this is much better than those that you have done in the past. If you have some concerns, though, I'd be more than happy to answer them for you.

Until then, under the resuming narration of Mr. Peabody, I present to you, "Mr. Peabody & Sherman Gets Frozen," the one to surpass all Mr. Peabody & Sherman/Frozen crossovers.

Bees'll buzz
Kids'll blow dandelion fuzz
And I'll be doing whatever a dog does
In summer

A drink in my hand
My fur up against the burning sand
Prob'ly getting gorgeously tanned
In summer

Oh, hello. You seem to have caught me singing to myself.

Well, as you may remember, and I know you do, I am Mr. Peabody. And, just as before, I will be serving as your narrator of today's story.

Now picture this; if you were stuck in an eternal winter, what would you do? I know what I'd do. I'd go straight to the source and reverse the weather, which was exactly what happened to us WABAC in the midst of January.

Outside, New York City was still under a blanket of snow while I was preparing some cups of hot cocoa inside the penthouse when Sherman and Penny walked in.

"I'm so sick of this weather!" groaned Penny. "What I wouldn't give to enjoy one snowless day at the park?"

"How much longer until spring, Mr. Peabody?" asked Sherman.

"Well, that depends on our friend, the groundhog, Sherman." I said, serving the hot cocoa. "If he doesn't see his shadow, we might get a chance of an early spring."

"But if he does see his shadow?" asked Sherman.

"Then, we have six more weeks of winter."

"Six weeks?!" groaned Penny. "I can't wait that long."

I tapped on my chin.

"Hmm. Maybe you won't have to."

Penny raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"What do you mean by that, Mr. Peabody?" asked Sherman as he and Penny followed me towards the elevator.

"Well, Sherman," I said. "If we can't wait for summer to come to us, we'll come to summer ourselves."

"And just how are we gonna get to summer?" asked Penny.

"On the WABAC, of course!" I said as the elevator took us down.

"So, where are we going, Mr. Peabody?" Sherman asked once we were all on the WABAC.

"Not 'where,' Sherman, 'when,'" I said while punching in the coordinates. "To the year 1839, where we hope to enjoy a nice snowless day in the sun?"

"Will there be hot cocoa there?" asked Penny.

"When we're going, Miss Peterson," I said. "We don't need hot cocoa."