Mr. Peabody sighed as he looked at himself in the shopping mirror. He didn't like the feeling of these clothes, he was use to just wearing a shirt at the most. He felt strange in these pants, they felt kind of restricting. Granted, he invented tear-away pants, but these pants. They just felt like they were limiting his movements. He was starting to wonder how Sherman could deal with this kind of thing.

Speaking of Sherman.

Mr. Peabody turned and looked back at his boy, he was sitting on the cashier's counter, the women petting him and cooing at him. The mere idea of that made Peabody's newfound skin crawl, but, dogs weren't allowed inside this store, the only way to get them to bend the rules was to leave Sherman on the counter. He could tell that his boy wasn't too happy about that, but there was nothing else Peabody could do.

Walking back into the changing room, Peabody took off the clothes, folded them gently, and put his suit back on. Making sure his bow tie was straight, he nodded and grabbed the pile of clothes, he had seven shirts and seven pants, plus another, more up to date, suit. Something that should last a full week. Walking out of the changing room, he walked back towards the cash register and placed all the items in front of the cashier and grabbed Sherman. The woman started to ring the items up. As Peabody waited patiently, Sherman started let out a low huff. Obviously beyond bored.

Finally, the woman finished up the items.

"Ok, your total is a hundred and fifty six dollars and fifty four cents, sir." She told him, he brought out his credit card and paid for the items, grabbing the bags, he walked out of the store, Sherman in one hand, the bags in another.

Well, that was one pestering thing out of the way, he should get Sherman a collar, but that can wait for another day, he just wanted to get home and work on the machine a little bit before bed.

As he got on his moped, which felt very small, he put Sherman and the bags in the side car, once the moped was brought to life, he drove off. Luckily, the penthouse wasn't too far, about a mile up the road. So, it didn't take long getting there, Once he was in the parking lot, he grabbed Sherman and his bags and headed inside.

Once inside, he walked towards the elevator and clicked the up button.

"Hey! You!"

Peabody turned and found himself face to face with the landlord. Mr. Vixeans, Mr. Peabody straightened up a bit and held onto Sherman a little tighter.

"I've seen you around, but I know you don't live here." Mr. Vixeans said as he crossed his arms. Mr. Peabody swallowed a bit. He couldn't let the landlord know about this, that will surely get Sherman taken away. The elevator doors dinged open, but Peabody couldn't step in. Not yet. But he saw his get away. Two teenagers walking in with skateboards.

"Hey, are they allowed to have those?" Peabody asked, pointing towards the boys. Mr. Vixeans turned and stormed towards them, Peabody stepped inside and clicked the up button frantically.

"Hey!" Vixeans yelled and ran towards the elevator but was too late, the doors shut in the man's face and the elevator went up.

"That was close." Peabody said as the elevator started to move. Letting out a final sigh, he looked at Sherman.

"Lets be a bit more careful in the lobby, yes?" He asked his puppy. The puppy just wagged his tail. Peabody took that as a yes. Luckily, the elevator brought them all the way up to the Penthouse. The doors dinged open and Peabody placed Sherman on the ground, the puppy happily started to run, that was until he got to the wooden part of the floors, then he started to slide around, trying to get his balance, he looked a little like Bambi in that once scene with the ice.

Peabody smiled, his puppy was seven months old, he guessed it was better than the puppy being seven years old. Sherman's breed was a cocker spaniel, he had the big curly floppy ears to prove it. Sherman finally managed to get up on all fours, but seemed to have trouble with getting the needed traction.

Peabody smiled a bit and snuck off to the lab, he needed to start right away on rebuilding this machine, he didn't want to be human any longer than needed. He was sure Sherman would be fine. Walking into the destroyed lab, he grabbed the blueprints for the machine that had done this, in order to reverse this dilemma, he would have to make a few tweaks here and there.

He was going to have to make a scanner for the inside of the machine so it can scan their body types, weight, and of course, species. The machine would have to be larger to fit the both of them, it would have to figure out how to change every thing about them and reverse them to their normal state of being.

He frowned, all that alone was going to take a month, and that's if he worked nonstop. Then he would have to add the calculations into the computer, plus he would need to get some more items, stuff that would be easy to find, and stuff that's not so easy to find. It would be easier if Peabody wasn't on a time crunch, like with the time machine, it took him a long time to build that machine, but he wasn't in any hurry. As for this...

He sighed and ran his fingers though his hair, it felt strange, the long hair. Then, he heard it the sound of something being dropped behind him, turning around, he faced puppy Sherman, ball at his feet. Sherman looked up at Peabody, panting happily. Sherman then nudged the ball towards Peabody.

"Sherman...You don't want me to throw that ball...Do you?" Peabody asked his son. Sherman yipped happily and picked the ball up in his jaws, the ball was too big and kept slipping out of his mouth. But, the message the dog was sending was pretty clear, throw the ball.

Sighing, Peabody grabbed the ball and then tossed it. Sherman happily ran after it. Peabody just sighed, Sherman was becoming more and more dog like by the minute. He could hear Sherman's nails clacking against the wooden floor as his son came back, the red ball in his mouth.

"Do you want me to throw it again? Sherman, isn't this redundant? I mean, all it is, is me throwing the ball and you going after it, surely you don't find that to be amusing, do you?" Peabody asked his boy, but Sherman didn't understand, or just didn't care because he yipped at Peabody and nudged the ball towards his father and yipped. Peabody sighed and tossed the ball again. Sherman chased after it.

Turning back to his work, Peabody frowned, if Sherman was turning more and more dog like, then, did that mean that Peabody was going to start being more human? Would it get to the point that both of them would actually forget their own species?

Alright, back on the plot rails, yeah, I had to get rid of those two chapters, it was way off of the plot and it just didn't feel right, but know, we are back on plot and putting this show on the road.