"So it seats four, huh?"

The interior of the WABAC was very much like the set of a high-budget sci-fi movie, with chairs built into the floor that swiveled on a track in a target style (outer ring, then another inside, then another, etc.). It was full of complex computers and hardware that looked rather inviting to Sherman, but very much the opposite to Penny.

"Mr. Peabody has a habit of planning ahead."

Penny sat down while Sherman tried his best to set the computers.

"This might take a while. It's my first time driving," he joked.

"We have plenty of time."

It certainly did take a few minutes. The trickiest part was the four didgit passcode. Sherman tried his birthday, Mr. Peabody's birthday, Father's Day, none of them worked. Eventually, he figured it out, as it was the same as the door's passcode. The process that took Mr. Peabody mere seconds took Sherman about three minutes. The machine started to whir to life and vibrate. And then Sherman was thrown into the back of his seat.

It wasn't an explosion, or anything of that nature, it was more like a bus coming to a sudden stop. If you were prepared for it, and reasonably strong willed, you could stay planted to the ground and not move an inch. But for Sherman, it still was a kick. The machine quickly stopped vibrating.

"So that's what it feels like?"

"Pretty much."

Sherman slowly got up and walked towards the door.

"Well? Aren't you coming?"

Penny got up and followed.

The machine took a minute to scan the pair's clothes, and to alter them. Sherman's T-shirt and shorts transformed into a white undershirt with a navy blue overcoat, with all the trimmings of 18th century duds, while Penny had a silky purple dress. The door hissed open, towards the south facade of Independence Hall. Horses surrounded the building, wondering when their riders would return, and what they were doing. Penny was speechless, but for Sherman, this was nothing too out of the ordinary. Penny quickly ran for the door.

"Penny, wait! Are you crazy?"

"What?"

"They are holding a top secret meeting in there, you know. Just establishing America's independence from Great Britain, nothing special."

Penny knocked on the door.

"And you just disturbed the most important group of people in history. Wonderful. Could I handle it from here, please?"

The door swung open, revealing a man in his late thirties (alarmlingly close to forty, actually), looking very angry.

"No one disturbs the meet- are you Sherman Peabody?" He was now more puzzled than anything.

"Yes indeed, Mr. Carroll."

Now it was Penny's turn to look confused. "Who?"

"Washington's talked about you. Who's your girlfriend?"

"He is not my boyfriend!" Penny huffed angrily.

"We're more acquaintances, to be honest."

"I see. And where's your father?"

Sherman froze. He didn't know if he could lie to a Founding Father.

"Uh...he's busy. Running errands. Yeah, you know how he is..."

He made a vague gesture with his hands.

"No I don't, actually."

Sherman gulped.

"Still, you may enter."

The two went in, and noticed the sweltering heat.

"Little warm in here," said Penny.

"They nailed all the windows shut so no one can listen in."

They were led to the assembly hall, crowded with fifty six members of the Second Continental Congress. The head of the congress, Washington, spoke up.

"The Congress welcomes Sherman Peabody and his guest to the floor."

A light smattering of applause followed.

"You two may make yourselves comfortable, as I believe we have a few empty seats today."

The two sat down.

"So, now the important matter of business- the signing of this crucial document. Gentlemen, if we lose this battle, and our names our found on this Declaration...God help us."

John Hancock walked up to Washington- rather, to the Declaration in front of him, and signed it in large, bold letters.

"It's a risk we must take. There! I think King George will be able to see that without his glasses."

A few chuckles rang out. More delegates rose to sign the document. Both Penny and Sherman glanced at each other. Both of them were amazed. They were seeing the signing of the most important document in American History, and they hadn't even had dinner.

"Proof enough yet?" whispered Sherman. Penny nodded. Sherman led her out of the Hall and back to the WABAC. She wanted to see more, but she couldn't handle the heat for much longer.

"So Sherman, can we do that again? Somewhere more comfy, hopefully?"

"Well, I don't know, I already showed it to you and took you back to 1776."

"Oh, come on. Please?"

At this point, why even bother?

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"When I was little, I was really into Egyptians. King Tut and all them."

"Can do."

Sherman picked 1328 B.C., simply because it stuck out to him. He always remebered odd little numbers like that, and four, and twenty eight, and pi.

They arrived. Penny got up to leave, Sherman right behind.

Quickly, their clothes turned into soft white garments, that provided little heat but adequate protection.

"So," said Sherman, stepping out into the featureless desert, "why did this interest you so much?"

"Mostly?"

"Yeah?"

"To screw you over!" She kicked up a pile of dust, and vanished out into the Sahara.

"Penny! What the..." By the time Sherman had took off, it was too late to find her, let alone catch her.

Great. Now what?