Sherman lay inside his bedroom and sighed. He was extremely bored. It's not that there was nothing to do; it's just that he had already done it. So far today he had drawn a picture of a rocket, wrote down the names of all the bug's on the poster in his room, and even rewritten his Christmas list that had been taped to the refrigerator in the kitchen. He really wanted to go use the Wabac machine to see if the bugs in his list existed in other times, but Mr. Peabody had a one ride a day limit, and they had already gone back in time to see a knight battle. The only problem with the Wabac was that time stopped while you were gone, so when you came back you still had another 24 hours to go.

Finally, after attempting to count all the lines on his wall, he forced himself off his bed and out into the hallway. He walked over to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Of course it was alphabetically organized, full of wonderful creations that Peabody had baked the other day. Sherman started looking from the top of the fridge and went all the way to the bottom, until he finally decided on some star shaped watermelon slices that would go old if not eaten soon.

The snack was delicious, but hardly any time had passed at all. Sherman leaned off his chair and back down the hall. He could see the big brown doors that led to Mr. Peabody's office. Though he knew Peabody was busy with work, perhaps he might let him have one more Wabac trip today? Deciding he couldn't just drown his boredom in water melon slices, he got up and walked down the hall. He slowly raised his hand up toward the door.

Before he could do anything, the doors swung open so fast they made Sherman take a few steps back. Out of the room came none other than Mr. Peabody himself.

"Hello Sherman. I'm just coming out to get something to drink," he said as he walked past his boy.

"Hi Mr. Peabody, might I say that your bow tie looks exceptionally good today," Sherman said, trying to get on the dog's good side, increasing his chances of a trip.

Mr. Peabody instantly turned around. "Sherman, I wear this bow tie every day. Now, tell me what you did wrong?"

Sherman quickly shook his head. "Nothing wrong Mr. Peabody, it's just that… I'm really bored," he explained. "I was wondering if we could have just one more trip on the Wabac?"

Peabody shook his head. "I'm sorry Sherman, but you know the rules, one visit per day. Plus it takes a long time to get the Wabac completely ready to go, and I'm very busy right now. The president expects a new missle by Friday, and I've just finished making the blue prints." As he said this he had walked over to the fridge and begun looking through it.

Sherman thought for a little bit. Suddenly he had the perfect solution.

"Mr. Peabody," he asked, "If the Wabac freezes time whenever you go in it, why don't you just work in another time period. Then you would have plenty of time to finish your new missile."

Mr. Peabody stared blankly at Sherman. "Why didn't I think of that!" he suddenly yelled. "Come Sherman, we've got no time to lose. To the Wabac!" He grabbed Sherman by the hand, his homemade Hawaiian Punch he had recently set on the counter long forgotten. Sherman barely had time to think as they rushed into his office.

"Come on Sherman, help me carry these blueprints," Mr. Peabody said, thrusting some papers into the boy's hands.

"Where are we going, Mr. Peabody?" Sherman asked, a goofy smile plastered on his face as his excitement rose.

"We'll visit Leonardo da Vinci's place, the perfect spot for me to work and you to play. Oh, I should of thought of this years ago. Come Sherman, let's hurry," the dog said, his pleasure showing too.

Sherman's smile just grew as he raced to the time machine with his dad. It seemed as if every moment was an exciting moment in his family.