Peabody was always one for thinking of the worse case scenario, always preparing for the worst, he had almost every type of medicine you could buy in case Sherman got sick, he always kept extra Band-Aids and disinfected around in case someone got hurt, always made sure that his lab was well prepared for any disaster, regularly checked anything in his lap for any minor dysfunctions that could be lurking about. He always thought ahead, for everything, but never in his life did he think that he would change from dog to human, he never thought that Sherman would go from human to dog, never.

Now, he was sitting in his destroyed lab, naked, except for his bow tie and glasses, holding a squirming yelping puppy. He looked down at Sherman again, he just couldn't believe this was his boy. A white and orange dog, no bigger than Peabody's forearm, he looked at his son more closely.

Sherman had floppy ears that drooped down, his eyes the same brown color, he was mostly white except for the orange patches that littered his body, like noted before, he saw the one patch that dropped over his left eye, the one on his back, and the one of the tip of his tail, but, he also noticed the one on the bottom of his left hide paw and a orange splash over his chest.

"Oh dear...this is not good, not good at all..." Peabody said, his mind slowly coming back, he had to do something, he had to do something quick. He pulled Sherman away from his chest, looking at his once boy in the face, he spoke.

"Sherman? Can you understand what I'm saying?" He asked the dog, all Sherman did was blink and then tilt his head. Swallowing a dry lump in his throat, Mr. Peabody tried a different approach.

"Sherman, if you can understand me, blink twice." He ordered, there was a slight pause, and to Peabody's delight and surprise, Sherman did so.

"Ok, that's one less thing to worry about..." Peabody said, he slowly stood up, looking down, he couldn't help but look at his feet, they looked so...strange. Pink and fleshy. Five toes on each foot, he then sighed, he needed clothes. The only problem, the only clothes in the whole house were Sherman's, He knew that he was way bigger than Sherman now, he needed a mirror to see how big he really was.

Then again, he did have the WABAC, it could give him clothes, he packed that thing with clothing for every body type and gender. That is what he'll have to do for the time being. He just hoped that the clothing won't be too out of date. Holding Sherman to his chest once more, he walked out of the lab and towards the WABAC, he frowned when he got to the elevator, no, he couldn't take it, not without clothing, he would have to take the stairs to the machine.

With a heavy sigh, he started the long trek down the stairs, the stairs felt weird on his feet, they felt cold and kind of grimy, he grimaced at the feeling. Still, there wasn't much he could do about it, Sherman started to struggle against his father.

"Sherman, please stop." Peabody said to his son gently, his voice did seem to make the small puppy slow down, but it didn't stop him entirely. Still, Peabody held on tightly to Sherman, he didn't like the idea of Sherman trying to go down stairs on all fours, he could just see the pup falling all the way down to the bottom.

He looked at his struggling puppy, biting his lip, he reached over and gently scratched Sherman behind his left ear. That did the trick, the dog stopped his fight against Peabody. So, for the next ten minutes, it was nothing but walking down the stairs, feeling his feet get dirtier and dirtier with each step, and scratching Sherman behind the ear.

Still, he made it to the WABAC, stepping on the moving floor, he finally placed Sherman down, Sherman sat next to Peabody, looking at his father, tongue hanging out of his mouth. Peabody only sighed.

The WABAC opened up and the two stepped in, Peabody quickly put some calculations into the machine, then stepped underneath the clothing tube, the metal plate underneath it should scan his weight and size and that should give him the clothing he chose, Sherman just stood there watching the dog, er, human. Sticking his arms up, Peabody felt the clothing shoot on to his body.

Perfect, it worked, the clothing wasn't anything special, just a normal black suit, with a white shirt underneath it, and of course, his signature bow tie, Black pants and leather shoes. He was clothed now, that's all that mattered. He turned to Sherman, the small puppy looked bored, just laying there. Peabody tugged at the bottom of the suit jacket.

"Well? how to I look?" He asked his boy, dog, Sherman only perked up a bit and barked at Peabody. His white and orange tail thumping against the WABAC floor. Peabody smiled a bit.

"Ok, lets head back up, we can take the elevator this time." He said, Sherman happily turned and started back, the WABAC shut behind Peabody when he stepped on to the moving floor, He started to walk towards the elevator, Sherman already waiting for his father, his mouth open and tongue sticking out, Peabody could hear his son panting.

At least one of them was happy.

Pushing the up button, Peabody picked Sherman up and held him in his arms once more. Sherman must of saw an opportunity because next thing Peabody knew, his face was being attacked by a wet tongue.

"S-Sherman! No!" He cried to his puppy, he held Sherman away from his face and glared at him. Sherman only panted, his tail wagging so fast that it was only a blur.

The elevator then dinged, straightening up, Peabody stepped and inside and clicked on the button at the very top. Unfortunately halfway up the elevator stopped and a couple of teenage girls came in, one had brown hair, the other blonde. Besides noting their hair colors, Peabody didn't look at them, not even when one of them pushed a button, he just wanted to go back to the penthouse and find away to reverse this mess.

"OH. MY. GOD!" the blonde screamed screamed, it made Peabody jump, she walked up to him and started to pet Sherman.

"HE IS ADORABLE!" Blondie again, her voice like nails on a chalkboard to Peabody.

"What's his name?" The brunette asked Peabody as she started to pet Sherman as well.

"Sherman."

"Sherman? What kind of name is that for a cutey woody such as him?" The blonde girl asked, doing the 'baby talk' voice, if there was one voice Peabody grew to hate, it was the 'baby talk' it degraded dogs. It was enough to make his eye twitch with irritation.

"Sherman? isn't that the name of that little boy that lives with that dog?" Brunette asked after a couple of seconds. Peabody only coughed a bit, Sherman started to struggle and yip, obviously not liking the attention these girls where giving him, Peabody couldn't blame him, both had long nails and both looked like they scratching rather hard on his head.

Peabody quickly turned his body a bit so they were blocked off from Sherman. They pouted a bit at that but then went back to chatting, unfortunately, they started chatting about Sherman and himself.

"You've seen that Sherman kid, right?" The blonde asked, Peabody glared at the back of head and just silently growled at her.

"Yeah, it's a little hard to miss with his teeth! Have you seen those things?! They are so big! You could land a helicopter on those things!" The brunette laughed, Peabody had realized that he had tensed up until Sherman yipped at him. Relaxing a bit, Peabody looked up at the floor level, just three more to go.

"You seen his father? It's so weird, I mean, a talking dog? I don't know, I mean how does he go to the bathroom? is their a fire hydrant in the bathroom instead of a toilet?" Both girls burst out laughing, Peabody found himself tensing again, the elevator dinged one floor below his own, the girls got off and started to walk away, still laughing at the joke. Peabody only narrowed his eyes at them as the doors shut and the elevator ascended.

"Rude girls, Sherman, very, very rude girls." Peabody growled. Sherman only yipped at his father, agreeing with him all the way.