"Ding!"

Mr. Peabody frantically rushed over to the toaster oven and pulled the two pieces of toast. Quickly buttering them, he shoved them onto a plate and called out for his son.

"Sherman! Breakfast is served!"

He could hear his son faintly down the hallway from his room. "Coming, Mr. Peabody!"

Peabody continued serving his own breakfast when after a few minutes he noticed Sherman still hadn't emerged from his room.

"Sherman! It's getting cold and you don't want to be late for the bus!"

Sherman finally came running into the kitchen and jumped onto the stool at the island counter.

"Ah, there you are," Peabody sent him a gaze. "Hurry up and eat, we don't want you to be late for the bus."

Sherman nodded and wolfed down his breakfast while Peabody ate his own. After quickly thanking his father he ran back to his room.

Again, Sherman was in his room more than was necessary. Peabody walked over to the door and looked in.

Sherman was crouched down on his floor, pictures spread out all over.

They were pictures of their recent time travel trip to see Rosa Parks. Sherman had been assigned her in history class and naturally, they took the WABAC to visit her and Sherman had taken lots of pictures. Obviously he couldn't show anyone, but they made great references.

Now, he was frantically arranging them and consulting a notepad that held a bunch of hastily scribbled notes.

Peabody suddenly understood why Sherman was late coming to breakfast.

"Do I assume correctly that you were late to breakfast because you were working on your school project?" he smiled gently. He felt pride at Sherman's dedication to his schoolwork.

"Yeah," Sherman looked back at him sheepishly.

"Well, if we wait any longer, the bus will leave without you." Peabody said. "Pack your backpack, the 5th grade waits for no man!"

"Yes, Mr. Peabody." Sherman turned back to his work.

Soon enough, they were both leaving the elevator and entering the lobby. They saw the bus pull up to the curb and Sherman gasped.

"Better hurry Sherman."

"Ok, bye Mr. Peabody!" he hitched his backpack further up on his shoulders and started running for the doors.

"Goodbye Sherman, I love you! Have a good day at school!" Peabody called after him.

Sherman waved a hand behind him. "I love you too!"

Peabody smiled and turned back for the elevator. He didn't notice it, but Ashley the receptionist had been watching them fondly.

The day was filled with meetings and blueprints and paperwork and it seemed like everyone needed him. There was also some nonsense he had to deal with regarding an employee who made some rude comments regarding him. So, needless to say, Peabody was mentally and physically exhausted by the time 4 o'clock rolled around.

The elevator finally opened again on the penthouse and Peabody slowly walked over to the couch. Despite his exhaustion, he intended to read one of his many books until Sherman got home. Picking one from its place in his massive bookshelf, he walked over to the couch and sat down.

He opened the book to his bookmarked place and began to read, but before he knew it, his eyes began to droop and he was out, falling to the side with his head on the cushions.


Sherman got off the bus and entered the lobby of Peabody Industries. He greeted Ashley and entered the elevator.

As the doors opened to the penthouse Sherman called out. "Mr. Peabody! I'm home!" But he didn't get any answer.

Sherman looked around the corner into the living room. His father was lying sideways on the couch, completely knocked out. As Sherman walked up to him, he could hear him making little dog noises. He would yip, and occasionally move his legs as if he was running on all fours.

He was dreaming.

Sherman giggled. His father looked adorable like that. And he still had his glasses and bow tie on, making him look silly.

Sherman dropped his backpack and gently picked his father up, being careful to not wake him, and carried him to his bedroom.

"Sh…ermmm.." he mumbled.

Sherman gently placed him under the covers, taking his glasses and bowtie off and setting them on the nightstand.

"Get some rest, dad, you've earned it." Sherman smiled at him as he turned the light off and shut the door.