Mr Peabody and Sherman: The Continued Episodes

by Dawn Totadile

I've been asked for a sequel of my story, Transformations, so here it is... sorta... see I was already thinking of adding extra chapters as to how Sherman deals with his tail and how Peabody and Sherman are getting on together after Sherman being treated like an adult for a year and a half. I hope you guys like this as much as the original. Getting crazy, but eh, WABAC is there :D

3. Episode 3: Frozen Peabody Part 2

Forgot to put a warning label about part 1, sorry guys, this is now a Frozen/Mr. Peabody story, at least for this episode and the last one… yeah hope ya like, got the idea from the Male Version of "Let it go" on youtube with Mr. Peabody in it by Basil of Baker Street. Have fun…

Sherman awoke the next morning confused. His father hadn't woken him up for school yet. He looked around and frowned. He didn't recognize the room. It took him a moment to remember that he was in the country of Arrendog and his dad was a magical prince that had ran away twelve years ago to keep them safe from his curse. They had returned to find a way to either get rid of it, or control it. He wondered if his father was already talking to the royal scientists and such to find a cure. He got up, brushed his hair and tail, got dressed in his usual white t-shirt and brown shorts with white shoes, and walked out the door towards the throne room. As he got closer he became more and more concerned.

"…he froze the whole dancefloor?"

"He was scared!"

"He could've killed someone!"

"But he didn't!"

Sherman recognized his Uncle's voice defending someone, but there were to many other people arguing for him to tell who they were talking about. He opened the door slightly and looked around for his father. His uncle noticed him though and sighed.

"I'll be there in a minute, Sherman." He then nodded to the guards to start moving the crowd away and out. He then ushered Sherman in as the angry and confused crowd left. "That's what happens when your dad loses his cool, it goes into the dance floor and freezes it solid, heh." He chuckled at his poor attempt to lighten the mood.

"WHAT!?" Sherman gasped. "Is he okay? Where is he?" He looked around worriedly, half expecting his father to walk in with his bag packed and ready to go home.

"He ran off. He's probably far in the mountains by now, which is actually an improvement to the last time he had a panic attack from this. Last time he well… he ended up in New York and you should know the story from there better than us… Anyway, I have a good idea as to where he went." Sherman was surprised at how calm his uncle was taking all of this, as though he had already had an idea of this happening countless times.

"What do you mean?" Sherman felt his heart sink. His father had run off on him, leaving him alone for perhaps the first time in his life while he dealt with a problem on his own. He didn't feel angry because he had been left behind, he felt concerned. His father was still recovering from his depression from losing his son for two years and from his wounds that were given to him from Ms. Grunion. He was worried that his father would hurt himself more if he thought that he would hurt anyone, what with Mr. Peabody always hating to hurt people, save to defend his boy, and even then he hated it.

"I told him that if he got scared of his powers acting up, that he should just walk away towards the icy mountains. There's no population there save for the ice harvesters and the mountaineers that sell their goods to them… well… there's Olaf also, but no one really pays him any mind save for me and your dad… he's not very smart, that Olaf… but he's a great guy…oh well…" Andrew chuckled as he thought about it all.

"You told him to go up a mountain?" Sherman's eyes widened with disbelief.

"It was that or across the ocean, leaving you behind. This way, he's at least in the same country as you still." Andrew tried to calm the young boy down, trying to understand why he was so concerned still. 'Aren't kids supposed to listen to their elders and trust them?' Sherman took a deep breath and then tried to analyze the situation.

Then they turned towards a female's voice. "Andrew, honey, what's going on here? Who's this?" That red cocker spaniel had glared at Sherman yesterday walked up to them. Sherman groaned inwardly. He didn't want to deal with this.

"This is my nephew, Sherman. We're going to go find his dad. He ran off last night during the party after the ice incident." Andrew replied calmly to his fiancé. It wasn't that he didn't like her, but it had been his mother's choice for him to marry her, because he couldn't seem to find a suitable mate on his own, not that he had actually given it much thought. He didn't like how she acted towards humans though, she was either nervous, or glaring at them trying to figure out what they were thinking about the dogs being intelligent around them. "Sherman, this is Hannah, my… betrothed…" He muttered the word.

"Oh…" She gave Sherman a slight glance of concern, which only Sherman seemed to notice. "You mean that dangerous dog who nearly froze everyone…?"

Sherman growled. This got both dogs to recoil. They had never heard a human growl before, especially like a dog. His tail stuck up to give off a dangerous feel. "My dad didn't nearly freeze anyone! He isn't a danger to anyone unless he feels threatened. Mr. Peabody is good." Some tears started to fill his eyes as he worried about the white beagle he called Mr. Peabody, or his father. "He wouldn't hurt anyone…" He knew very well that it wasn't true, Mr. Peabody would hurt someone, but only if they were threatening Sherman. He wouldn't harm anyone otherwise, as he had proven time and time again. Andrew was about to reassure the boy when he ran off towards the room he had been staying in. With one last glance at his fiancé, Andrew ran off after his nephew.

When he reached the bedroom, he found his parents looking in with some concern and Sherman checking his backpack and grabbing Mr. Peabody's. He had a determined look on his face as he put on his coat.

"Sherman, listen, you don't know where he went. Can you at least wait for me to get my gear together?" Andrew asked.

Sherman looked at him somewhat surprised, having not expected anyone to help him find Mr. Peabody, and then he smirked. "You got Ten minutes before I start towards the mountain range. After that, you gotta catch up." Andrew let out a sigh of relief and ran through the room, grabbing his winter cloak as well as a few other things he was sure he'd need. He then ran out to the kitchen to grab some food, knowing that they'd probably get hungry along the way.

When he came back, his dad was the only one there with Sherman while his mother had wondered off. "Alright you two, if you're certain you can bring him back without getting hurt…" Aron was concerned about them going on such a difficult task alone, but Sherman had assured him that it would be better that way. "You'd better take care of eachother."

Sherman looked towards his canine grandfather and nodded. "I'll be back with both of them, your majesty. I promise, I won't let anything happen to your sons." His face was full of determination and confidence that Aron actually believed the young boy for a moment. With that, the ten-year-old boy walked towards the door to wait for his uncle.

Aron shook his head as he started to see what his sons liked about the boy. "Just remember to take care of yourself as well…" He was as loyal as any dog he'd ever met.

*~*Mr. Peabody and Sherman*~*

Mr. Peabody looked back towards Arrendog, towards his family, and sighed. He had done it again. He scowled. "I thought I was through with that when I had adopted Sherman, but now I've left him just like the rest of them… what's wrong with me?"

"Nothing's wrong with you, Edward! You just need a warm hug!" Mr. Peabody turned towards a snowy creature that he hadn't seen since he was a child. It was a lopsided snowman with no nose and sticks for arms.

"Oh my… Olaf? Is that you?" He looked at the snowman as it hugged him. They were now of equal height.

"Yep! Man, I missed you! Did you know that Andy's been the only one to visit me? It gets pretty lonely out here." Olaf looked at his creator with a goofy grin.

Mr. Peabody looked at him curiously as he was released. "I'm still surprised that you're alive… even after all these years…" When he was a young puppy, Mr. Peabody had been practicing control over his powers, and one of the things that he had practiced with was a snowman that he and his brother had made. They had named him Olaf, though Mr. Peabody had not expected him to come alive. He had just wanted to make him move around on his own so that his brother would have someone to play with while he practiced.

Olaf just grinned. "So, what brings you back to Arrendog?"

"My curse is back and I want to get rid of it, or at the very least get a better control over it… you wouldn't have an idea on that would you?" He felt foolish for asking the snowman.

"Nope…" Olaf kept his goofy grin on his face. Mr. Peabody just looked at him like he was looking at a foolish child. He then sighed as the next question came out of the snowman's mouth. "So, where've you been?"

"I went to another country called America, so that I didn't hurt anyone… it worked for a while, but now I'm afraid that with my curse back, that I'll hurt my son…" He muttered. He would do anything for that boy and never wanted to hurt him. He wanted to only protect him.

"Wow, you got a son?"

"Yes, a young human by the name of Sherman… I adopted him, you see… he's really quite a genius in his own way… I wouldn't be surprised if he started towards this way when he heard I had run off though…" Mr. Peabody looked back towards the castle and village he had just left and started to worry about his little boy getting lost in a snowstorm on the mountain while trying to find him.

"Oh?"

This got Mr. Peabody to thinking. "Olaf, if I asked you to do something for me, would you do it?"

"Sure thing, Edward! I'd be more than happy to do you a favor." He had a goofy smile plastered on his frosty face.

Mr. Peabody grimaced, still unused to his first name now. "Olaf, if my boy, Sherman comes up here, can you guide him to top of the mountain? I'll be up there trying to gain control of my powers, alright?"

"No problem, Edward. I can do that easily… but won't you have trouble getting up to the top without the proper gear?"

"Usually, I would agree with you, but this time, I don't think I'll have a problem… I'll see you soon probably." Mr. Peabody smiled weakly at his old friend and walked away towards the peak of the mountains that he was currently climbing. It wasn't that hard to climb at the moment because they weren't at a steep part of the mountain.

"See ya later, Edward!" The gleeful snowman cheered happily as his beagle friend left.

"Heh, yes, I suppose so, Olaf… I suppose so…"

*~*Mr. Peabody and Sherman*~*

Sherman was waiting impatiently for his uncle outside of a supplies shack. Apparently, Andrew hadn't gone mountain climbing before, and without knowing how far Mr. Peabody would go, he wanted to be prepared.

Sherman noticed a golden retriever driving a sleigh towards the shack, no doubt to purchase some supplies. She patted her reindeer's head and then walked in, not caring about a human in her territory. Sherman was petting the reindeer's head himself when the golden retriever was kicked out by a burly human with a babyish face.

"Ugh, I hate snobs like that. Seriously, he jacked up the prices on purpose! It's Mountain Robbery!" She muttered as she dusted herself off. "Hey, hands off my pal there, kid. He's not always so friendly to humans."

Sherman smirked. "Sorry, miss. He seems nice to me though." He received a lick from the gentle beast. "Hehe, hey, stop that, heh."

The golden retriever saw this and smirked. "Sven must really like you then. He normally hates humans. What makes you so special?"

"I'm Sherman Beagle Peabody. I'm a veterinarian, and also Mr. Peabody's son. He sorta ran off last night, and now I'm trying to find him…" Sherman said calmly. He still felt torn up about it inside, but he knew his dad had to have had a good reason.

"Huh, well I'm Krystal, and you've already met Sven. We sell ice."

"Huh, that's cool." He chuckled at his little pun.

"Like I haven't heard that one before." Krystal grimaced while rolling her eyes.

"Heh, sorry." He then looked back at his dejected uncle as he came out of the shack like store. "What's wrong?"

"He said that he didn't have the supplies for going up so far in the mountains. Apparently, there's a bunch of gear needed and a sleigh and deer as well. I guess we're going to have to hope he didn't go too far up…" Andrew said dejectedly.

Sherman rolled his eyes. "Give me five minutes. Ms. Krystal, if you and Sven would please accompany us as a guide then I'd be more than happy to get you what supplies you needed as well."

Krystal was surprised. This little boy was offering to get her stuff only for her to be a guide. "Okay, but he's buffed up the prices… how…?"

"Let's just say that my dad's a business man and I learned from the best." He held out his hand for the list that was sticking out of her pocket. It had all the things she needed.

She handed it reluctantly over to the little boy who came out five minutes later with his backpack overstuffed and his hands loaded with what Krystal had asked for. "What did you do, threaten his life?"

"No, that's crazy! I just paid him the money that I got from my job last year. I'm surprised he has a credit card scanner up here." Sherman chuckled at the two adult dogs' shocked faces. "I said I was a veterinarian. We get paid well, alright? The rest of my money's in the bank back home though so that I can save up."

"What are you going to save up for?" Krystal asked slowly as she loaded the sleigh. This boy was obviously something else.

Sherman just smiled. "When I get old enough, I'm going to start my own medical practice, so I need the money to buy the equipment and the place, don't I?" The two dogs looked at each other and Sven, then shrugged. It made sense.

*~*Mr. Peabody and Sherman*~*

Edward Peabody had reached one of the highest peaks of the mountain he was on. He sighed as he looked back. "Well this is another fine mess you've gotten yourself into, Peabody… no… Edward… I'm Edward Peabody, a scared puppy that's still afraid of controlling his power… why did I have to be like this anyway? I'm one of the world's most prominent geniuses, the only one to travel through time, and the first dog to adopt a boy… why did I have to nearly freeze him…" He released a single tear and then glared up at the top of the mountain. "…Sherman…"

As he continued up the mountain, a song played in his mind…

"The snow blows white on the mountain tonight,

Not a footprint to be seen.

A kingdom of "Ice"-olation, and it looks like I'm the king…

The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside.

Couldn't keep it in, Heaven knows I tried…"

Edward looked back again and wiped some more tears from his face as he climbed further up the mountain. He remembered the phrase he had taught himself, hoping to keep control of his powers back then.

"Don't let them in, don't let them see,

Be the good boy you always have to be.

Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know…"

Edward now glared at his paws and then took off his remaining glove, throwing it into the swirling winter wind that existed eternally on the mountain.

"Well now they know!"

He held out his paws and looked at the snow that sprung up from them with a soft smirk as he started to release his powers.

"Let it go, let it go,

Can't hold it back anymore,

Let it go, let it go!

Turn away and slam the door,

I don't care, what they're going to say…"

He grimaced as he let his powers reign free for the first time in years, actually allowing them to move and create designs in the snow around him. He smiled as snow came up from his hand and made a pretty design, knowing that this was his power and that he wouldn't hurt anyone up here.

"Let the storm rage on,

The cold never bothered me anyway…"

He released the cloak that was attached to his princely robes, never having liked it anyway, and let it float in the wind down the mountain. He smirked as he realized just how heavy that thing was. He continued walking up the mountain with greater speed, but also with some excitement in his sparkling, emerald green eyes now. He hadn't allowed himself such free reign with his powers before, but now he had an idea on what he wanted to do with them, if he could that is.

"It's funny how some distance,

Makes everything seem small."

He turned around to make sure no one was close enough to his powers. There wasn't a soul in sight. He grinned like a child at Christmas.

"And the fears that once controlled me…"

He turned back towards the peak and broke off into a run, knowing full well about the chasm that was a short distance away. He had an idea that he had always wanted to try.

"Can't get to me at all!

It's time to see what I can do,

To test the limits and brake through…"

He reached the chasm and threw his hands forward, for the first time visualizing what he wanted his powers to do. He found that he had created an icy stairway that led to the higher ledge of the peak on the other side of the chasm.

"No right, no wrong, no rules for me…

I'm free!"

He smiled as his paw touched the first step, turning it from a frigid ice to a beautifully sculpted ice step with a snowflake design on the center of it and on the sides of the stair case were what appeared to be giant hourglass made of snow. He grinned as it represented his time traveling life as well as his snowy powers. With each step, the stairs became less frigid, but smoother, and well sculpted, just like a real staircase made of glass.

"Let it go, let it go,

I am one with the wind and sky

Let it go, let it go

You'll never see me cry!"

He smiled as he reached the top of the ledge and another set of hourglasses marked the end of the stairs, like a grand banister.

"Here I stand, and here I'll stay."

He stomped his foot down and a giant snowflake with an hourglass in the center of it appeared under foot.

"Let the storm rage on…"

He raised his arms and the snowflake rose up like a platform on ice. Ice crystals formed around him, building the base of what he could've only envisioned as a puppy, a giant ice castle.

"My power flurries through the air into the ground."

He raised his paws up again, creating the door and stairs of his palace.

"My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around!"

The ceiling started to form with a crystallized look about it, hourglasses and snowflakes seeming to be the main décor of the palace of ice.

"My one thought crystalizes like an icy blast!"

A grand chandelier formed just above him. Then he thought about Sherman and how much safer he'd be without him, for perhaps the first time in his life. He hoped the young boy would forgive him, but it was for the best until he could control it around people better. He grimaced as he recalled that his red haired boy was probably the only one who thought of his curse as a gift as well. He shook his head as the palace continued to form around him.

"I'm never going back…

The past is in the past..."

He then hit the floor he was standing on with his snow white fist, letting out all his anger he had at himself for losing control in front of others, and a snowy blast surrounded him. When he emerged he was no longer in a heavy dark blue prince suit, but now in a lighter blue outfit with a matching bow tie. It had snowflake and hourglass designs all over it as well, and looked quite charming on the young beagle, considering his usual attire was just a red bowtie with his black glasses. He readjusted his glasses as the swirling ice and snow continued its course.

"Let it go, let it go,

I will rise like the brake of dawn,"

As he walked towards a balcony that had finished forming, he noticed a long icy cape with an hourglass symbol had started to form on his outfit, not getting tangled up like the usual cloaks and capes did. It was regal, not that Edward wanted to look regal, but he didn't mind it this time. He felt surprisingly at ease that he was able to do all of this without hurting anyone, or scaring anyone for that matter.

"Let it go, let it go

The perfect boy is gone!"

He made his way out onto the balcony as the castle had finished building itself. He smiled as he got a view of a beautiful sunrise reaching over the mountains. He only wished that he didn't have to leave Sherman behind to keep him safe.

"Here I stand, in the light of day,

Let the storm rage on,

The cold never bothered me anyway…"

He smirked as he went back inside to look at his handiwork properly for the first time. He had a feeling that he was going to have some guests soon whether he wanted them to come or not…

*~*Mr. Peabody and Sherman*~*

Sherman panted as he recovered from their jump. They had lost the sled because Andrew had insisted traveling in the dark and wolves had nearly eaten them. Thankfully, having travelled in more dangerous situations with his father, Sherman had known what to do. He had managed to get both his uncle and Krystal onto Sven's back, along with a few bits of supplies, and they had all three jumped to the other side of the chasm that they had nearly fallen into. While on the falling sleigh, Sherman had used it's rise to jump before it fell and had barely made it to the other side himself.

"That was the most idiotic thing I've ever seen in my life! What were you thinking, kid?" Krystal was still trying to remember the two boys' names. She knew that the dog was prince Andrew of Arrendog, but she was still struggling with Sherman's name.

Sherman pushed himself up from the snow and looked at himself, wondering if his dad would've had a better solution. "I was trying to keep us from being eaten." He muttered as he stood up and shook off the snow.

Andrew's eyes were widened with fear and panic still. He had obviously never tried traveling at night up the mountain. He had never encountered the wolves before. "That was … terrifying."

"We told you that we should've waited for morning." Krystal muttered as she looked down at the remains of her sleigh. "And I just finished paying for that too."

Sherman felt bad about that. "We'll get you a new one when we get back to Arrendog. I promise."

"What good is your promise kid? We're out here in the middle of nowhere and looking for some guy who ran away for Ice knows what reason…"

"He ran away because he was scared, that's all. He's just scared." Sherman looked down at his right hand and felt it freeze a little. He looked at it confused until he noticed a small blue snowflake shimmer on his hand before disappearing. He grimaced. 'Looks like I got more than just his fur when our DNA was merged, heh. I'll have to be careful too…'

"What was he scared of anyway?" Krystal asked somewhat harshly. She was annoyed and Andrew wasn't helping.

"He was scared of hurting people, that's all. Look, I understand if you want to turn back now, all three of you, but I have to keep going. My dad's somewhere up this mountain and I don't want his conditions to get worse because he thinks it's safer to run away." Sherman's determined voice should've belonged to an older man, a politician even, only Sherman was determined to keep his promises. When he had been allowed back to his father, he promised he do anything to protect him and take care of him, like Mr. Peabody had done for him for so many years.

Sherman started up farther and was relieved to find that the others ran to catch up to him. "I'm not letting you have all the fun, Sherman. Besides, I sorta owe it to Edward to keep you safe till we find him, don't ya think?" Sherman just chuckled.

"Eh, and someone's gotta help you take care of this guy if he's followin. You seem to handle yourself well, but with him, you might need help making sure he doesn't get into trouble." Krystal smirked. She didn't know what was really pulling her towards helping them, but she was starting to like the little boy, and the prince was kinda cute… that and Sven had given her the look when she was all set on leaving them be. She couldn't ignore that look.

Sven just smiled as he picked up the two dogs and placed them on his back. He lowered himself for the boy to ride too, but Sherman shook his head. He'd be better off walking if he was really gaining his dad's freezing powers. He had a feeling that he'd need to learn how his dad controlled it before he hurt someone with his own powers. "Let's get going then."

*~*Mr. Peabody and Sherman*~*

The duchess of Cheapton was throwing a fit, having claimed that Edward had nearly killed her with his ice. She rounded up a few of the other nobles that were on her side on the matter. They complained to the royals to send out a search party to find him. A search party was agreed on, but not to harm the young prince, but to bring him home. They would be led by Hannah to act as a Search party for the twin princes and the little boy who had run off with Andrew. Though King Aron had more faith in his sons, Queen Sarah was all for it, fearing that the boy had influenced both her children towards the worst. She trusted humans, yes, but only ones that she knew for years. To her, Sherman was a strange creature, especially with canine DNA and yet being human at the same time. It terrified her to see such a strange creature being so friendly with her boys. Especially since he had Edward's confidence and trust when she hadn't even known of him before.

Hannah groaned in annoyance as she and the two bodyguards of the duchess, along with some of the royal guards that the king had chosen, rode off on horses to go through the mountains and chase after the missing royals and the young human. It wasn't that she didn't like humans, like most of her family, she just wasn't used to them being intelligent. She smirked as she recalled that Sherman had acted different from most humans, having thought on his own and yet still looking to his dad for guidance during the party. He was definitely an interesting human.

*~*Mr. Peabody and Sherman*~*

Sherman waited once more for his uncle to catch up to him at the edge of an icy forest. It was certainly beautiful. Krystal had cracked some of the ice in a lake for Sven to get a drink and the two of them were currently sharing a carrot while Sherman was chewing on some jerky. It wasn't one of his favorite things to eat, but traveling around the world throughout time he had learned not to be choosy of his meals unless his dad offered a choice. His dad was a great chef.

He smirked as he noticed a snowman seeming to sit and wait for something. It was a funny looking snowman. He turned as his uncle finally reached them. "Thanks for waiting, *huff* haven't climbed this much in two months."

"I'm surprised to hear you climb at all." Krystal chuckled. *Splat* A snowball had just hit her face. "Who threw that?"

"Heh, nice shot, Olaf!" Andrew smiled as he spoke to the snowman, who Sherman now noticed to have a small pile of snowballs nearby.

"Thanks, Andy!" The golden retriever and reindeer were shocked. Sherman was startled, for sure, but he looked back at his own hand and shrugged it off, considering he had skated with mammoths before. The snowman stood up and tossed a snowball in his hand like a professional.

Sherman just laughed in surprise as he saw this. "Hah, wow, a talking snowman. Cool."

"Hello, I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs and summer!" Olaf said as he greeted his old friend with a hug and then turned to the others.

"Heh, sorry about him, Olaf tends to not think so much as he should. Olaf, you know you'll melt in Summer, right?" Andrew grimaced as he reminded the snowman for the twentieth or so time.

"Yeah, but one day I'll be allowed to at least see the flowers, right?" Olaf smiled an innocent smile, but Andrew knew better. Olaf was older than Sherman was and knew that the little snowman, although naive, was smarter than that.

Sherman smirked at him. He then grabbed a carrot from the pack and handed it to Andrew to put on the snowman. "Every snowman needs a carrot nose, right?"

Andrew smirked. "Yeah, I just kept forgetting to get him one." He shoved it right onto the snowman, but it accidently when through his whole face save for a little bit that stuck out. "Whoops! Sorry, Olaf."

"I love it! It's such an itty bitty baby nose!" He said as he played with it. Sherman rolled his eyes and grinned. He came up from behind and shoved the majority of the carrot back through the head of the snowman, therefore fixing the problem and giving him a bigger nose. "OH! That's even better, thanks!"

"You're welcome. I'm Sherman." The red headed boy grinned as his tail came out involuntarily to wag. Thankfully, against his white shirt and coat, along with the snowy background, Sven and Krystal thought it was a trick of the light. "And this is Sven and Krystal." He pointed them out to the snowman.

"Nice to meet you, Sherman. So, what are you doing this far up the mountain, Andy? Are you following Eddy?" The beagle grimaced as his friend had gotten it right on the first time.

"Yes, you've seen him, I take it?" Sherman bit his lip as his uncle conversed with the funny snowman. He hoped that his dad was alright.

"Yep. He asked me to bring his son up the mountain to him if he came looking for him. He seemed pretty worried about his mark though." The snowman grimaced.

"Really?" Sherman asked incredulously.

"Yep! And from what he told me, it looks like I'm guiding you up the mountain." Sherman couldn't help but laugh. His dad had known he'd come looking for him. He felt relieved, his dad had some faith in him. "Let's go!" Olaf smiled and laughed as he started to drag Sherman by his wrist up the mountain. The others followed him with little question.

*~*Mr. Peabody and Sherman*~*

Hannah was following the tracks easily with the help of the guards and the two bodyguards. She knew that the duchess had ordered her bodyguards to kill Edward, but she knew that if she wanted to keep the world from breaking apart, she'd have to keep him and his boy away from them. Mentally she wanted to get this whole mess over with so that she didn't have to ever see the bodyguards again. Though she hated to admit it, she was starting to become fond of intelligent humans, and if what she had heard about the boy was right, then he was definitely an intelligent human. All he had wanted was to help his father. Hannah could respect that, but she still didn't like being forced into a situation where marrying was the only way to a throne. It felt stupid and evil. She didn't love Andrew, but she thought he was decent. He wasn't demanding, and she made sure that he didn't fall for her, what with her attitude towards humans and all. She looked back on it and found that she didn't even really want to be a princess anymore anyway. They had too much trouble in their lives. She sighed and muttered, "Oh what a tangled web we weave when at first we learn to deceive…" it was an old quote, but she felt it was appropriate. She secretly hoped that the two dogs and the little boy would be fine. She had admired Edward and his son's determination and intelligence, and that was no small feat. Hannah rarely admired anyone.

*~*Mr. Peabody and Sherman*~*

Andrew started trying to climb the cliff side again for the tenth time that hour. "Almost got it!"

"No you don't…." Krystal had set herself down leaning against a rock as the beagle struggled to climb. "I wouldn't put my paw there if I were you… or there… or there…"

"I've got this…!" Just then, Andrew fell once more onto Sven's back. Sven had been catching him since he had started trying to scale the cliff. "Ugh, thanks, Sven." The reindeer grunted.

Olaf came from the side of the cliff with Sherman running up behind him with an excited expression on his face. "Hey, guys! I don't know if this will help, but I found a staircase that leads to right where you want to go!" The two dogs looked at each other and then back at the snowman as he and Sherman started back towards the stairs.

The two dogs were dumbfounded, along with Sven as they stared up at the most beautiful castle they had ever seen. "I think I'm going to cry…" Krystal muttered under her breath.

Andrew heard her and nodded. "Go ahead, I won't judge…" The beauty of the large crystal like structure before them was nearly too much for him to take in as well. He looked and saw Sherman and Olaf already starting up with Sven trying to join them.

"Aw, gee." Krystal ran over to Sven. The stairs were too narrow for him. "Sven, you'll have to wait down here for us, okay, buddy? Look, just stay here, okay?" Sven grunted once and gave her a puppy eyed look, but knew that he wouldn't fit the stairs.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Andrew noticed the hourglasses that worked to hold the rails up for the stairs, along with the huge monstrous ice guards that stood like knights in front of the castle. "Wow… okay, two questions, guys… one, what's with the hourglasses, oh and two, how the heck are we supposed to get past those guys?" He looked up at the ice guardians with fear.

Sherman looked at his uncle and thought, 'No matter how alike they look, he's no Mr. Peabody… he's just Prince Peabody…' He walked right up to the snowy guardians with Olaf grinning right behind him, oblivious to any and all trouble. He looked up to the tallest of the ice creatures. "Is Mr. Peabody available?"

The beast looked down at the boy with question in its mind, but dismissed it as he saw he was just a little boy. "The master is busy practicing his control on the second floor. Do you mean to harm our master?" His deep voice was gruff and fearsome, but Sherman and Olaf were the only ones who didn't cower from its voice.

"No, I'm just looking for Mr. Peabody. I don't want to hurt him or anything." Sherman looked up with such determination that the giant was startled. "I at least just want to talk to him for a few minutes. You know, see that he's okay?"

"And who are you exactly?" He lowered his head so that his large blue rock like eyes could look at the little boy.

"My name is Sherman, and this is my friend Olaf. That's my uncle, Andrew and our friend Krystal." Sherman said with a smile as he pointed out all the others who had come with him. "I'm Mr. Peabody's doctor, Doctor Sherman Beagle Peabody. I'm also Mr. Peabody's boy. He missed out on a checkup and I came to see him." His face and voice were now serious. The only one who didn't look at him like he was crazy other than the frost giants was Olaf. He still had that stupid grin plastered on his face, along with complete obliviousness.

The frost giants thought about it for a minute before opening the door. "No funny business. If our master summons us to get rid of you, we shall not be very nice."

Sherman nodded once, taking on the role of leadership. "I understand." The four walked in, all behind Sherman.

"What's with this kid?" Andrew muttered as they went through. He didn't think he'd have the courage to do that.

As soon as the doors closed behind them, Sherman sank to his knees, shaking with fear and terror in his eyes. Olaf was by his side in mere seconds. "Sherman, are you okay?"

"Yeah… yeah, just give me a minute, Olaf… that… that was scary…" Sherman panted.

Krystal and Andrew looked at each other and then to the young red headed boy. "Seriously? That's what scared you? Not the fact that we ran into wolves?"

"Or the fact that we jumped a chasm?"

"Or that my brother's powers made those things? Talking to them scared you?"

Sherman chuckled. "No, heh, what scared me was the fact that he actually looked down at me from that great height. I sorta expected him to act like the guards at your castle back in Arrendog and just keep staring forward, heh." Andrew face palmed himself. His nephew was something else.

"Alright, we'll stick with that for now, but how about explaining the all the hourglasses? Isn't that a little weird to you too?" This caused Sherman to actually laugh.

"Haha, oh man, he hasn't told you yet?" Sherman's smile returned as he stood up. "Mr. Peabody's the only person in existence to have successfully created a time machine, hahah."

Andrew face palmed again while Krystal just thought that he was crazy. "Sherman, I think you're starting to lose it. Shouldn't humans be wearing coats long before this cold anyway?"

"Huh?" Sherman then remembered that he had put his coat into his bag after the wolf incident, subconsciously thinking of it as a blanket. "Oh, yeah…" He dug his coat out of his bag and then looked at his right hand funny. The mark was shining again. He put his coat back into his bag. "It's actually not that cold in here, and doesn't it look amazing?" He smiled as he spun around the icy main hall. It was amazing in both structure and design.

Andrew smirked. 'One minute he's ten, the next he's an adult… what is with this boy?' He started to walk towards the boy and snowman only to slip on the ice. "WHOA!" He slipped and crashed into Krystal and Olaf while Sherman just jumped over the group and landed just on the other side on one foot. They looked and saw that he had already grabbed his skates and had them on. "Cheater…" Andrew muttered from under the snowman and golden retriever.

"Did not. I just came in prepared." Sherman smirked. He skated over and then started to help the three up. "Heh, you've got to be prepared when traveling up to the north pole, and that was colder than this place." Sherman smiled a big toothy grin.

"Sherman, honestly, did you really travel to the North Pole? And is your dad really a time traveler?" Andrew asked as Sherman pulled him up.

"Of course he is! Why would I lie about something like that?" Sherman asked as he started towards another set of stairs that were in the palace. "Come on, they said Mr. Peabody was on the second floor!"

Andrew grimaced, once more seeing the energy that had gotten the boy through many trials through his life as Edward's son. The others made their way towards him and found the stairs weren't as slippery as the floor. They reached the top to find that Sherman was nervously waiting outside the large doors that stood there with an hourglass on them. "Don't tell me that after all of this, that you're now worried…" Andrew gave a cocky smirk to his nephew.

Sherman took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open. He peeked inside and saw the back of a beagle that was wearing a light blue outfit with snowflakes and hourglass designs on it, including the cape. Sherman couldn't help but smirk. 'Now he looks royal, heh' He signaled the others to be quiet and noticed that Krystal was just going back outside to hang with Sven. She knew a family matter when she saw it.

Sherman, Andrew, and Olaf all walked in and sat down on the icy floor as Mr. Peabody kept himself distracted with making ice sculptures with his powers. "Honestly, this feels like cheating." They could hear the dog muttering. He had managed to make an ice statue of every dog in his family, save for Sherman, whom he made a human ice sculpture of. He was currently working on making one of Olaf and had just finished. "I know I'm supposed to be practicing to keep control of my powers, but this is just pointless. Nothing requires me to keep powering it with ice, nor does anything here require me to melt it… what was I thinking?"

Andrew, ever the nosy and annoying, placed his input. "You were worried you'd freeze everyone, that's what you were thinking." Edward froze in his tracks, the statue now finished anyway, his tail sticking up from under his prince robes and cape that had come with his icy powers. "Nice costume by the way. Where'd you get it?"

Sherman took a look at the sculptures with amazement. "Wow, Mr. Peabody, these are pretty fantastic!"

Edward turned to his young pup with concern, but then shrugged it off. Sherman believed it was amazing, which didn't usually mean much to him, but at this point it meant that his son wasn't scared of him and that he didn't mind the beagle's power. Then he noticed Sherman didn't have his coat on. "Sherman, aren't you cold?"

"Nope. It's not really cold in here, ya know? But, it is pretty fantastic! Just look at this place! I thought the Taj Mohall was amazing, but this place is even better!" He smiled at his father, melting away some of the beagle's worries.

"Thank you, Sherman. I'm afraid that I wasn't really thinking about this when it happened though, it came out when I realized that I wouldn't hurt anyone from all the way out here." He then looked to Olaf and Andrew. "Thank you for taking care of Sherman. I know it must have taken you out of your comfort zone to come all the way up here, Andrew. And thank you for guiding them here, Olaf." Olaf nodded and smiled.

"Eh, just a bit. Your kid is something though. Seriously, does anything scare him?" Andrew grimaced as he looked at his twin's outfit, sort of jealous about how cool it looked.

"What do you mean?" Edward asked as he whipped up a chair for him to sit in. It was a simple chair made of ice and there was also another chair next to it for Edward to sit on. "Sherman's afraid of quite a few things."

"Hah, I saw no sign of that! That boy of yours is something else, that's for sure. Why on the way here, we got chased by wolves and…"

"Wolves? What on earth were you doing traveling by night?" Edward asked with a concerned glare as his son started playing with some of the left over ice and snow on the floor with Olaf.

"Who said we were traveling by night?" Andrew asked curiously.

Edward glared at his twin. "Our mountain wolves are nocturnal, Andrew. Didn't you study up basic zoology?"

Andrew waved it off with his paw. "Anyway, while we were being chased by wolves, we almost fell off the mountain with this girl and her reindeer we were traveling with and your boy comes up with an idea. He starts throwing some of the gear on the reindeer, Sven's back, and then he starts throwing the girl, Krystal onto his back and me as well. Then he yells at the reindeer to jump and he does, barely making it to the other side I might add. I look back and Sherman is using the sleigh as a way to boost his jump as it goes up in the air over the slope first and then starts to fall. He managed to grab onto the mountain, pulled himself up over the edge, and then kept walking for a few feet before falling asleep from exhaustion. He didn't even cry or panic or anything through the whole thing!"

"Really?" Edward looked over to his son who was now playing around, trying to do what his father had with his hands to make snow appear. Olaf was making snow mounds build under the young boy's hands to make it seem like he was making snow, just like his dad. "Sherman was terrified the last time we faced wolves. I'm glad he came out of that alright though, but traveling at night was still reckless."

"That was my brilliant idea, I was stupid, I know. Sorry, Eddy." Edward muttered his forgiveness to his twin before the excited green clad dog continued his tale. "Oh, and you are going to love this! You know those guards you have outside?"

"Yes, what about them? They didn't give you all much trouble did they?" Edward was suddenly worried that it was a bad idea to have those creatures out there if they had threatened his boy and brother.

"Heck no, Eddy! Sherman walked right up to them and said he was your doctor! He said that you had missed an appointment and that he had come to check on you! I don't know how anything could believe that little boy is your doctor, but they let us in and when we got in is when he started shaking with fear! After we were safe! Can you believe that?"

Edward looked to his son with concern in his eyes. "I will admit, I'm surprised about that, but I already told you he was a veterinarian and a doctor. Sherman's intelligent and resourceful. I am amazed that you all made the trip though." He walked towards the balcony with his brother following closely. He noticed the reindeer and golden retriever talking at the bottom of the stairs, though it was really Krystal doing all the talking. "I suppose those are your friends you were telling me about?"

"Huh?" Andrew looked down and saw them. "Oh, yeah, that's Krystal and Sven. Sven can't get up the stairs apparently."

"I can fix that." Edward smiled calmly as he waved a hand out towards the stairs. They extended out so that Sven could climb them without trouble. Krystal saw this and waved up to them while Edward and Andrew waved back. "That should help. Mind you, this is a nice place, but I would rather be back in my apartment with Sherman, trying to solve problems and help him with his homework." Andrew looked at his brother with shock.

"Seriously? You'd give up all of this…?" He waved his hands around to show the extent of the castle and the mountain, "…just to live in some small pent house in New York and take care of a little boy? Mind you, I can understand taking care of Sherman, but the apartments are always so small from what I've heard. Why would you want to stay in a place like that when you could make a palace like this?"

Edward just looked at his twin like he was crazy. "My apartment's not that small, for one, and for another thing, what would we eat? Tell you what, Andrew, if you want to starve up here on the icy mountains in an ice palace, you go on ahead. I won't stop you."

"Heh, fine, I'll come visit you in New York then if you promise to visit us more often, deal?"

"Only if you keep a low profile, Andrew, the humans were already stunned by me, they still aren't ready for the rest of Arrendog, hehe." Edward smirked. The two brothers laughed as the reindeer and his canine friend entered the room.

"What the icicles?" The two beagles turned their heads towards the confused golden retriever and followed her gaze.

Edward's eyes widened in fear as he saw what Krystal was so shocked about, Sherman had formed a small ice statue in his hands without a single tool. "Oh my!" His heart skipped a beat with panic and worry. "Sherman?"

Sherman noticed his dad's concerned face. "What's wrong, Mr. Peabody? Don't you like it?" It was a small version of Mr. Peabody in his original bowtie and his glasses standing on Sherman's hand.

"It's very nice, Sherman, but how are you controlling it?" Mr. Peabody asked curiously, but with some pride as he looked at the tiny, yet detailed, figurine of himself. His boy had gained his powers it seemed through the DNA conversion. 'Amazing, he's not even scared of it…'

Sherman smiled a wide toothy grin and waved his hand in the air. Olaf now had a funny straw hat with a blue snowflake covered ribbon on it. Olaf smiled and clapped is stick hands together with joy. "Oh, wow, that is so cool!" Sherman then pointed at his uncle's feet, who was now the only one not wearing skates other than Edward, Sven, and Olaf. With a flick of Sherman's wrist, a set of green and silver skates appeared on Andrew's paws, much to the surprise of everyone in the room.

"I figured it out!" Sherman said with a wide smile. "All I have to do is believe I can do it, Mr. Peabody… it's like you always say, have confidence in yourself and you can do anything!" He laughed like the little boy he was.

The two Peabody brothers were stunned with shock. In all their struggles with Edward's power, Sherman, who had only had the powers for mere minutes it seemed, had figured out the secret; trust in oneself. Edward looked back on it and realized that he had only had problems with his icy powers when he had lost confidence with them. Otherwise they either didn't activate, or they turned into scary things. He let out a small huff of a laugh as he realized his boy was right.

"Sherman, once again, you're a genius." Edward smiled at his beaming son. Sherman's smile was short though as a the three canines and half-canine heard a click. Edward raised a sheet of ice in front of all of them in a panic while Olaf tackled Sherman. "SHERMAN!" Came the panicked dog-father's voice.

Sherman sat up as quick as he could with a glare and froze the shooters onto the balcony with a swish of his hand. "I'm okay… thanks Olaf, thanks Mr. Peabody." He was shivering, not from the cold, but from anger, even though his eyes showed fear now. He hated being shot at. He and his father looked at where the bullet was frozen in midair, a mere two feet from where Sherman had been standing just seconds before.

*~*Mr. Peabody and Sherman*~*

When they reached the mountain's icy top, the group was stunned by the castle. Hannah was certainly impressed and allowed herself a small smirk. 'For a guy who's afraid of losing control of his powers, he certainly does amazing work with them.' The group made their way up the stairs slowly and noticed that there were frozen giants having a snowball fight with a smaller snowman, a reindeer, a golden retriever, a snow white beagle in green, and a red haired little boy who couldn't stop wagging his tail. 'I had heard from the queen that the young boy had been in a lab accident, but to have canine features? Interesting…'

The two bodyguards had ridden ahead and were found frozen in a jail cell made out of ice. Standing outside the icy prison was a beagle who looked exactly like Prince Andrew, save for he had emerald eyes and wore a light blue set of prince robes that seemed to be made of air, ice, and snow, and had a set of large black round glasses on his snout. Hannah was curious about the interesting design on everything, but decided better as she dismounted and waited for the beagle to finish scolding the two human bodyguards.

"… and a bullet? Really? You could not only have hurt innocents, but you could've killed them! If I didn't worry about causing a small war between our two nations, I'd… oooh!" Edward stomped his foot down menacingly, which caused the two men to back away. Much to everyone's surprise though, it only resulted in kicking up some snow. "You are both lucky that Andrew and I noticed you coming up when we did. Getting past the behemoths was impressive, yes, but trying to sneak up on dogs who have been dodging assassination attempts for years is just plain foolish! Had I not put up a shield, judging by where the bullet was heading, you would've killed my boy, Sherman!"

The two humans kept trying to back themselves away into the icy prison, not wishing to feel the wrath of the strange prince. He seemed to get angrier when concerned for the weird human with a tail and had been particularly enraged when the boy had almost been killed with a bullet to the head. Edward had noticed the clicking of a gun though and had erected an icy shield before it could hurt the boy. Olaf knocking the child down had helped as well, even though Edward had already frozen the bullet in midair two feet from Sherman's face. Edward was amazed when his son just glared at it and then raised his own hand to freeze the two would-be assassins in their place on the edge of the balcony. Edward had only unfrozen them when he had disarmed them and placed them in the makeshift cell made of ice. He had suggested that Sherman practice his powers by having a snowball fight with the others. Sherman knew it was an excuse to talk to the men alone and accepted it with the ease of a child.

Hannah looked up to the heavens and hoped that the beagle would be reasonable enough to talk to them. "Um, excuse me, your highness? Prince Edward?"

"I'll deal with you in a minute, Princess Hannah. Why don't you take some of the guards with you to play with the others while leaving some here so I'm not tempted to freeze these two?" Edward hadn't even so much as glanced back at her, but she shrugged and nodded to the guards. You didn't mess with a Peabody without dire consequences, and that included the youngest, Sherman Beagle Peabody, without ticking off his father. It was just common sense.

Hannah was surprised to find that the little boy was now making snowballs out of thin air and wagging his tail. The guards were even more surprised, but being the trained professionals they were, they just waited for orders. Andrew quickly put a stop to that when he and Olaf started firing snowballs at everyone. Krystal and Sven hid behind one of the giants while laughing. Krystal hadn't had this much fun in ages.

"Catch!" Hannah turned to a voice and was surprised when she found Sherman had thrown her a few snowballs to play with. He started pitching them towards his uncle and the others as well while smiling. "You're on my team!" Sherman's smile was indeed contagious, as was his fun loving laughter as he continued to make snowballs, both the normal way, and with his new powers.

Hannah looked at the snowball in hand and then at the boy. He didn't care that she was royalty like everyone else did. In fact, he probably didn't even know. He just thought that she should play with them. Hannah smiled and then noticed that the others were trying to hit her.

"Whoops!" She ducked down behind a snow bank with Sherman. "So, who's on our team?"

"Just you and me, I'm testing out my powers, so I asked everyone else to go up against me, but with you and the others showing up, I thought it'd be nice to have someone else on the team. How's my dad holding up? Did he freeze those guys yet?" Sherman grimaced.

Hannah smirked. "Not yet, I left some guards up there to keep watch though. Did they really shoot a bullet at you?"

Sherman frowned slightly. "Yeah. I got lucky though. Mr. Peabody and Olaf saved me. If it wasn't for them, I'd be… never mind, let's just fight back before we get pummeled with snowballs." He smirked as he conjured up a half dozen snowballs near the two.

Hannah nodded and the two of them started shooting snowballs back towards the others. She smiled and joined in on the laughing. She hadn't felt this good since she was a puppy.

*~*Mr. Peabody and Sherman*~*

It took less time to make it down the mountain, but it was still the next morning when they all returned to Arrendog. Hannah had finally made a decision to go back home and renounce herself as a princess. She didn't really have much of a claim anyway as she was still the twelfth one in line for the throne. The duchess of Cheapton was sent back and banished, along with informed that they would not be allowed to trade with Arrendog ever again.

Sarah was slightly disappointed that Hannah and Andrew hadn't gotten along, but was grateful that her twin boys were home. Sherman was sitting on a small chair next to Olaf while his father was talking to his parents. He had yet to retrieve his red bowtie from his room, so Sherman had grabbed it for him. Sherman now twiddled with it in his hands while trying to figure out what the adults were talking about.

"Edward, why not stay here? You and Sherman could surely have…"

"No, mother, we can't. I left for good reason, and I intend to go back for an equally good reason. Sherman and I are too used to New York. Though the humans are not yet ready to realize that Arrendog still exists, they are now as used to me as they will be. I raised Sherman there too, and he has a life there. I'm sure we can visit every once in a while, but to stay here…" Mr. Peabody looked to Sherman who was twiddling his favorite bowtie in his hands like the bored child he was. "No, I'm afraid it's not a good idea. If you wanted to visit me, you could let me know and we'd figure something out for you, but at this moment Sherman and I have to get back. Sherman has already missed out on a bit of school and his friends are probably concerned about him."

Aron looked at his son and grandson and then to the younger of his sons and his queen. They had all lived different lives. He noticed his wife was looking to him expectantly, trying to get him to see it her way. Aron sighed and shook his head. Then he looked to his son with a smile. "You're very mature for your age, Edward, what with only being a teenager and all." This made Edward blush and look towards his son, who's head had shot up in shock at that. He had forgotten to calculate how old his dad really was, since Arrendog dogs tended to live as long as humans. In a way, Edward Peabody had still been a child himself when he had adopted Sherman. "We'll call you and schedule a visit. You should come visit us for Christmas though, and we'll come for New Years, how does that sound, boy?"

Edward looked to Sherman who smiled and made a cloud of snow for his snowman friend, who had been starting to melt. Edward then looked back to his father with a smile. "We'd be delighted, father."

*~*Mr. Peabody and Sherman*~*

Mr. Peabody and Sherman skated back across the ocean after Sherman had made sure to purchase a new sleigh for Krystal, just like he promised. While they skated, Sherman explained his little adventure on his way to find his father. Mr. Peabody was proud of his boy, but was also ashamed of himself for leaving Sherman. He mentally promised that he would never do something like that again. Olaf had decided to stay with Andrew, now that Sherman had provided him with his own personal little Flurry, he would be able to step outside and smell the flowers, just like he had always wanted. All in all, it had been an eventful trip.

"Now Sherman, I don't want you to let anyone, not even Ms. Peterson, about our little trip to Arrendog, do you understand? Or about our powers. I'm still worried about them and just what they can do." Mr. Peabody said as the two arrived at their apartment. They had taken off their skates and made the ice vanish as soon as they had arrived in the harbor.

"Yes, Mr. Peabody." Sherman wagged his tail as his nose took in the familiar scent of their home. He had missed it. Mr. Peabody couldn't help but smile at his son. Then, his son's tail stopped wagging and a curious look came upon the red head's face. "Mr. Peabody?"

"Yes, Sherman, what is it?"

"Are you really a teenager, according to Arrendog?"

Mr. Peabody couldn't help but give off a little blush as he realized his mistake in not telling his father to be quiet. "Um… yes…" He didn't know how to defend himself on this point, what with the fact that he had been full grown when he had turned four, which was still confusing to him.

"Huh…" Sherman's smile returned. "Well we better not let the world know that either then, eh, Mr. Peabody?"

Mr. Peabody smiled back at his wonderful, darling boy. "Thank you, Sherman." It had certainly been an eventful adventure, and one that neither would be soon to forget.

Sorry I cut it short, but I ran out of ideas for this, and I didn't make Hannah entirely like Hans cuz I liked this idea I have running through my head which might appear in a few episodes after I get done "Updating" the Improbable History of Mr. Peabody. Hope you enjoy :D