Greetings, faithful readers. Mr. Peabody here.
For uncounted centuries, most people believe the city of Atlantis is unreal and can only be found in our imaginations. But there are some who believe Atlantis is still out there.
I should know. Sherman and I have seen it with our own eyes.
It all began one crisp Friday afternoon. School was out for the weekend and I had just arrived to pick up Sherman, who, at that moment, hurried down the steps towards my scooter.
"Guess what, Mr. Peabody?" he said. "Penny and I are partners are next week's history report."
"Well, that's fascinating." I said. "Have you two decided on a topic?"
"Well, I was thinking about Hercules." said Sherman. "So why not go to Greece?"
"In your dreams." said Penny Peterson, Sherman's classmate and close friend. "I say we go to China. That's where Mulan lives."
"What's wrong with Hercules?" asked Sherman.
"Oh, nothing." said Penny. "It's just that Mulan is a much better topic."
"Are you trying to say that girls are better than boys?" asked Sherman.
"Maybe I am." smirked Penny.
Luckily, I was able to break up the argument by whistling for their attention.
"I believe I have a better idea." I said.
I brought the kids home and down to the WABAC.
"So where are are going, Mr. Peabody?" asked Sherman.
"Not 'where,' 'when," I said as I punched in the coordinates. "To the year 1914, where we shall accompany cartographer/linguist Milo J. Thatch in his search for the lost city of Atlantis."
"Does Atlantis even exist?" asked Penny.
"We shall see in due time, Miss Peterson." I said. "We shall see in due time."