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Rocky: Now it's time for an episode of Peabody's Improbable History. Usually we would have a spooky Halloween episode, but since there was a haunted art gallery a few segments ago, Mr. Peabody and Sherman are going to visit an artist.

Bullwinkle: An artist? Hey, Rocky! You're in for a great gallery. Do you wanna see my brilliant abstract paintings? They're really avant-garde if I do say so myself.

Bullwinkle unveils his set of blank canvasses. He proceeds to point out the "features" of each one.

Bullwinkle: Let's see... this one is "A Polar Bear in a Blizzard", and this is "A Man eating a Sandwich in a White Room and leaves". Ooh, and I certainly can't forget "A White Washed Wall of a Chicken Coop"!

Then he gets out even more canvases.

Bullwinkle: In between segments, I used the spare time to invent some more masterpieces! I call them "A Dalmatian without its Spots", "A Marshmallow Ready for a Closeup", and "The Invisible Man's Family Photo". So am I the artiste getting featured today, huh, am I?

Rocky: Um, no. And now here's something we hope you'll really like.

Impressionism (Peabody's Improbable History)

Mr. Peabody is in front of the WAYBAC time machine. Surprisingly he does not have his glasses on.

Mr. Peabody: Hello. Peabody here.

Sherman: Where are we going today, Mr. Peabody?

Mr. Peabody: Is that you, Sherman? All I can see is a fuzzy blob. I can't see a thing without my glasses.

Sherman finds Peabody's glasses on a nearby bookshelf.

Sherman: Here they are, Mr. Peabody.

Peabody puts his glasses on.

Mr. Peabody: Thank you. Without my glasses, you looked somewhat like an Impressionist painting.

Sherman: A what?

Mr. Peabody: Oh, dear. Sherman, please set the WAYBAC machine for Giverny, France, in the 1890's.

Sherman: All right, Mr. Peabody! We're going to have a field day.

Peabody Narrating: Indeed we did. Sherman and I started to explore the Spring nineteenth-century French countryside when we travelled across a field of haystacks.

Mr. Peabody: Claude Monet would really have a field day with this.

Peabody Narrating: Suddenly, we were chased by a terrifyingly irate farmer, who was wielding a pitchfork!

Sherman: Oh, no! He's farmed and dangerous!

Mr. Peabody: Quiet, you.

Irate Farmer: Descendez de ma propriété!

Sherman: Huh?

Mr. Peabody: He said, "Get off of my property".

Peabody Narrating: Sherman hasn't really gotten the hang of the French language. Of course, the writer hasn't ether.

Mr. Peabody: I think we should comply.

Peabody Narrating: Thanks to my quick thinking, I decided that we should escape by taking cover in a nearby corn field.

Mr. Peabody: Quickly, Sherman! Head for the corn field!

Sherman: But I don't want to disappear.

Mr. Peabody: You have been secretly watching too many of my anthology shows after your bedtime, haven't you?

Sherman: Well, kind of...

Peabody Narrating: Surprisingly, we did disappear.

Irate Farmer: Where did le chien et le garçon run off to?

Peabody Narrating: The irate farmer finally decided to leave us alone, since we were "missing persons". Or to be precise, a missing person and a missing dog. Actually, we haven't disappeared at all, as what really happened was that a fellow trespasser onto his "propriété" pulled us into the corn field to help us escape. He had a large beard and was wearing a beret. To my astonishment and excitement, our fellow trespassing friend was one of the most influential and revered Impressionist artists, Claude Monet. The art movement was already established by this point, but he still had very important projects ahead of him.

Mr. Peabody: Claude Monet! What an honour it is to see you.

Claude Monet: It is nice to see you, monsieur...?

Mr. Peabody: Peabody. And this is my boy, Sherman.

Claude Monet: C'est bien. I can see that you two are having the same problem as I am. You see, I'm trying to work on a series of paintings for the Impressionist movement. It involves using many haystacks as references in different seasons and times of the day. I was going to paint some now during this spring. Then later on I was going to try painting some water lilies...

Sherman: Oh, so you're one of the first artists to do Impressionist art or something, right?

Claude Monet: That is correct.

Mr. Peabody: I would recognize your efforts as going against the grain.

Peabody Narrating: After finding our way out of the maze of maize, I devised a strategic maneuver to get closer to the objects of interest. After all, we couldn't just plow our way through.

Monet: This is preposterous! I only live a few metres away from Monsieur Legume's farm, and I've never trespassed for anything other than painting. If only we could just reason with him...

Mr. Peabody: Indeed. But the local farmer isn't exactly a reasonable man.

Sherman: Yeah. We really got the point of Mister Legume's argument.

Mr. Peabody: Sherman, please.

Peabody Narrating: You are most likely curious as to what my plan was. Well, I concluded that we could just stow away into one of the multitude of haystacks. Since the groups of grain were well known for being quite large, up to 6 metres to be exact, this sounded easy.

They are able to fit in one haystack, and move closer to the centre of the field when the farmer isn't looking.

Peabody Narrating: Of course something had to happen...

Sherman sneezes from the hay.

Mr. Peabody: *whispers* I hope you don't have hay fever.

Sherman: *whispers* Not really.

Mr. Legume: Mon dieu! What is this? A sneezing haystack?

Sherman: Sorry, Mr. Peabody.

Mr. Peabody: Not to worry, Sherman. Just run for it.

Peabody Narrating: We were corned in one of the corners of the field. The fence was too high for us to jump over it, so it was quite evident that Monsieur Legume was going to kick us out.

Mr. Legume: Aha! I have found you interlopers-

Claude Monet: Excusez moi, Legume, but you are standing in front of my magnifique model.

Mr. Legume: Are you mad?! That's one of my haystacks.

Claude Monet: Precisely.

Peabody Narrating: After explaining his intentions, the farmer eventually let him paint on his property.

Peabody Narrating: After establishing this monumental project-

Sherman: He's painting statues and monuments now? I thought this was about haystacks.

Peabody Narrating: -He painted some more haystacks during the summer.

Sherman runs up to Mr. Peabody and the artist while carrying a bale of hay.

Sherman: I've got some more stuff for your project.

A horse gallops by and eats the bundle of hay.

Sherman: Hey! That isn't very nice...

Horse: *neighs*

Peabody Narrating: Then Claude Monet painted said haystacks during the autumn season.

Sherman: Hey, Mr. Peabody! Look at those guys.

He points out the silhouettes of a small group of thin people with round orange heads. They appear to be waving.

Mr. Peabody: I see that you have just been acquainted with the pumpkin people.

Sherman: Huh?

Mr. Peabody: They're scarecrows.

Sherman: Oh. Now I get it.

Mr. Peabody looks for some pumpkins in the farmyard, and beings to assemble them into something.

Sherman: What are you working on, Mister Peabody?

Mr. Peabody: You'll just have to wait and see, Sherman.

Peabody Narrating: After a while of organizing the orange objects, I presented the finished work.

Mr. Peabody: ...And voila! My autumn piece is complete.

Sherman: Hey, those two pumpkin people look like us!

Mr. Peabody: Precisely. Well, technically a pumpkin person and a pumpkin dog, but yes. Good boy, Sherman.

Sherman: Mister Peabody, there's a guy who's talking to the pumpkins!

Mr. Peabody: Don't be ridiculous. No one is foolish enough to do that.

They see Captain Peachfuzz talking to the orange replicas of themselves.

Captain Peachfuzz: Hi there, Mr. Peabody and Sherman! Can you two help me find my boat?

Mr. Peabody: I stand corrected.

Peabody Narrating: The haystack artwork pieces were concluded for the winter season.

Sherman points at a large white mound of snow.

Sherman: Uh, Monsoon Monet, why don't you try painting this one over here?

Monet: Thank you, Sherman, but that is not a haystack.

Sherman: Really?

Monet: Non. Trust me; after all of this I should know what a haystack looks like by now. Right, Mr. Peabody?

Mr. Peabody: Indeed. Sherman, that's a snowdrift.

Sherman: How do you know for sure?

The snow falls on him.

Mr. Peabody: That's how.

Peabody Narrating: After painting a reasonably large series of haystacks, Monet wanted to try painting a very large series of water lilies. To do this, we travelled to a nearby marsh.

Peabody trips and falls in the swamp water. He gets up and uses a handkerchief to clean his muddy glasses.

Sherman: You look like a mudpuppy!

Mr. Peabody: Quiet, you.

Peabody Narrating: Since the WAYBAC machine is capable of a great deal when travelling throughout time spans, we helped the artist find the water lilies in a nearby flower garden even though he painted them years later than the haystacks. The water lilies set proved to be so inspirational that they are now displayed on the walls of an art museum.

After helping the Impressionist artist, Mr. Peabody and Sherman go back to the present day. Mr. Peabody is now attempting to paint an Impressionist landscape of the WAYBAC machine.

Peabody Narrating: In conclusion, Sherman and I have found out about Monet's most boggling secrets, such as how he managed to paint all of those haystacks and water lilies.

Sherman: Gosh, Mr. Peabody, that sure was a fun artistic adventure!

Mr. Peabody: Indeed it was, Sherman. I'd say our time travelling journey has made a good impression.

The End

Rocky: And now the proceeding segment will be-

Boris interrupts and walks in front of Rocky.

Boris: Shut up, Squirrel! What did I meess? While I was getting out of my Halloween costume, all I heard was Moose being stupid and blabbering about his blank canvasses.

Mr. Peabody: Sorry, but you just missed it. Sherman and I visited Claude Monet. Maybe sometime we will also cover Edvard Munch, Salvador Dali, Rene Magritte, or perhaps Vincent Van Gogh-

Boris: I have absolutely no idea who the other guys are, but I'm part of a Vincent Van Gogh appreciation group.

Rocky: Really?

Boris: That's right. I collect a bunch of ears.

Mr. Peabody: That isn't exactly what he did for a living.

Boris: Yeah, sure. I'm off to contribute to the group now.

Boris goes off somewhere for group related "contributions". Rocky and Mr. Peabody stare at him awkwardly as he leaves.

Mr. Peabody: I don't want to know how he gets them...

Rocky: ...And now the next episode will be "What's the Shatter with You?" or "The Merry Window".