Snips, Snails, And Puppy Dog's Tails:
A/N: Hi everyone. Just a quick update but first I would like to explain my absence. Like I have said countless times before I was currently on break and did not have a laptop with me at all during my break since I left it in my car so I would not be tempted to use it when I should be enjoying my moments peace on holiday that and where I was staying did not receive internet connection so I had to use my phone to answer emails. Well, after being pestered for the past four days I found myself unable to enjoy my vacation so I have decided to update quickly.
Special thanks to: Those who were patiently awaiting my return.
Briar4: I will consider your idea for now but I kindly ask that you just enjoy the rest of the story for now until I decide.
CaptainSoda12: I hope this is to your liking as it was your idea that prompted it.
Birthday: Definition: The annual anniversary of the day on which a person was born, typically treated as an occasion for celebration and present-giving.
At least that's what Urban Dictionary said a birthday was. Unfortunately, in Peabody's penthouse apartment, the definition seemed more along the lines of 'Watch your cake being made and wait hours and hours for the guest to arrive'. So far, it had been an hour and a half since the ginger-haired birthday boy watched his vanilla cake batter go into the oven and another hour watching the delicious treat get decorated and by now he was watching it. Just flat out watching it and waiting for his cue to finally eat it. Unfortunately, that cue would not be for a long while.
Right now, Sherman found himself at the kitchen table, eyeing his adoptive father who was currently in his own chair at the kitchen counter a few feet away. Between the two, there sat the blue birthday cake topped with white piping and white wording that clearly read 'Happy Birthday Sherman', reviling that it did in fact belong to Sherman. With proof of ownership on it, Sherman didn't understand why he couldn't have it yet. Quietly, he began to scoot his chair closer and closer to the cake, hoping just to swipe a tiny bit of the frosting before-
"Don't even think about it, Sherman." Peabody snapped sternly, calmly taking a sip of his hot tea as he cast his son a warning stare. "We have to wait for the others to arrive first."
Sherman frowned and scooted his chair away from the cake before folding his arms over his chest. He let a good five minutes pass before asking the question that had been nagging at him all day, or at least so it had seemed to him that is.
"Are they here yet?" The boy of the hour asked with a frustrated groan, already knowing what the answer would be.
"No, Sherman." Peabody said calmly, taking yet another sip of his tea. "Not for another hour."
"I'll miss a thousand more birthdays before they get here!" Sherman groaned and tossed himself out of his chair and onto the floor.
"Sherman, you know that there is no human to date who has lived that long." The dog said, but then decided to take pity on his boy and came up with a compromise. "Tell you what. You may open one of your presents, as long as you stop complaining afterwards."
Sherman instantly perked at this aspect, and rushed over to the table where a few of his presents were already waiting. Most of them were from Peabody, but one had been sent from their neighbor from two stories down, Source, who could not attend the birthday party that day. He decided on that one and quickly plucked it from its spot and tore it open. Inside was a Megaman action figure set complete with the limited addition Issue 1 comic book. Needless to say, this managed to quiet Sherman down long enough that he didn't complain once about his cake until the other guests had arrived.
"Sherman, the Petersons are here." Peabody called from the door. "Along with a few other guests."
The sound of clattering can be heard as Sherman suddenly ditched his toy and rushed to the front door. Not just because Penny was there and she was like his best friend ever, but because he was curious to find out who these other guests were. Upon arriving, he was in for a huge surprise.
"President Washington! Lincoln, and De Vinci!" He exclaimed happily, jumping into the open arms of De Vinci and giggling happily.
"I thought a little trip from the past to the future wouldn't hurt to much." Peabody said with a light chuckle as he gestured to the men.
Sherman was thankful for this, and was suddenly released from the hug and held in place by the shoulders. De Vinci looked the boy over and then laughed good naturedly.
"Ha! Look at you, boy'o! I remember when you were just an itty baby! Now you're all grown up." The Italian said problem, only to frown and shrug while adding "At least in'a my day, eight was all'a grown up."
The group laughed at this line and then Penny took this time to slip between the men and to Sherman. In her hands, there was a brightly wrapped package, about 5 inches by 6 inches and it had his name on the tag.
"Happy Birthday, Sherman." Penny said, leaning over and kissing her friend's cheek. "I hope you like it. We all kinda pitched in to make it for you."
Sherman looked up at the group of expectant faces, and then down in a confused way at his gift. Carefully, he unwrapped the gift, reviling a circular piece of metal with a simple message carved onto its shiny, metallic surface:
Hero of Time and Space: Sherman P.
Happy 8th Birthday.
