Hello! Hello!, thanks to Super-Spyro2015 and 864 for favoring and follow the story, thanks again! I do not own Mr. Peabody and Sherman only the minor OCs and the plot, and I will be updating my story, 'The ballroom dance'
After 10 years (From prologue):
"Mr. Sherman Isaac Peabody, please take your seat" Mr. Nestor Nathaniel Watson (not the true owner and head, I guess) , the head of the National Academy of Science, owner of Watsons Personal Care Stores, the biggest and largest health care and beauty care in Asia, and the great-great-great grandson of Thomas Boswell Watson the founder of Watsons.
A very handsome man with neatly combed red hair, red ultra-light half frame glasses, and very intelligent bright amber eyes with a tall lean frame to match, took his seat on the council. This was Sherman Peabody, he was once a little child who almost ripped the space time continuum, anyway he was called for his counsel in NAS, he solved and invented some world problems and revolutionary creations in all time. He was a prodigy, very much like his father, Mr. Peabody.
"Mr. Peabody, I'm home" Sherman called out his father, as he entered the penthouse.
"Sherman? Can you get the monkey wrench please? It is below the shelf of were I keep the tools." the prodigy dog called from his infamous lab
"Yes Mr. Peabody"
"Oh, hello Sherman, how was the council?" the prodigy asked as his son entered the lab
"It's alright, we discussed on the Parapsyschology theory, which William James theorized, involves some telepathy and paranormal activities. For my opinion I think that superstition is based on your emotional and belief aspects." Sherman answered and concluded, with a thoughtful expression dawned his face.
"I was thinking the same thing, Shermanus" Mr. Peabody replied jokingly
"Are still not over that occurrence when you and Pen..." Sherman could not bring himself to utter her lovely name, he was not seeing anybody or he willl not, until Penny returns to New York.
A gorgeous young woman of 22, stepped out of the New York taxi cab, she smiled and inhaled the mid- winter breeze, the slight wind playing with her silky long blonde hair. Her vibrant cerulean eyes glinted with excitement, she scanned the area as if she is trying to find somebody, but that has to wait, she'll need hot steaming coffee to warm her up. She walked down the FDR drive, near the Brooklyn bridge, she turns east to Broad street, she walked dead straight ahead, passing by Pearl street and the Marketfield street.
As she went nearer to the another part of the street, she pulled her scarf and coat tighter as the temperature drops a little, the street was busy with people trying to go to work and children clinging to their parents, also with the noisy vehicles and cars honking like there was no tomorrow.
Then she spotted a familiar kind of red hair, a fiery one to be exact, very few people has that hair. She slowed her pace and watched as the handsome young man walked out of the local prestige school, he was wearing a black cardigan over a white formal polo and a neat black tie, and skinny maroon pants with black loafers, he was wearing a brown leather messenger bag.
She rubbed her eyes imaging if that was her best friend she saw, but she just shrugged it off, then went in of the famed coffee shop.
"Hello Ma'am, may I take your order please?" the kind looking cashier asked politely
"Yes, I would like have a Cappuccino with extra whip cream, and one order of your famed ginger breads, and also make the Cappuccino extra hot" the woman smile kindly.
"That would be 3.25 dollars" the cashier stated, the woman dig into her wallet and brought out 5 dollars
"Keep the change"
" Thank you, ma'am?" the cashier questioned
"Penny, Penny Peterson"
" Mr. Peabody, can I go for a short walk, just around the block." Sherman asked
" Yes most certainly, Sherman. Please be back before lunch." Mr. Peabody chided, with a neutral expression painted on his doggy face
"I will" Sherman replied, rolling his amber eyes and a smirk painted on his face.
sorry for not updating sooner, but I'm really busy, imagine an accelerated freshman, who is the president of their class, balancing between studies and my disrespectful idiotic classmates, that's me. till next time, as you will read my other stories, my goal for each chappy is 1000 and above words, but I'm lazy, and I'm stress out so bear with me.
