It was a normal Saturday morning, or at least as normal as it got for a set of time travelers. Mr. Peabody and Sherman had just finished breakfast, and had decided to go on a trip. "Sherman, how would you like to visit Napoléon?"

"No kidding, Mr. Peabody?" His tail wagged.

"I never kid, Sherman." Mr. Peabody smiled as he reached up and ruffled the boy's fiery red hair.

The two ran to the time machine after putting the dishes away and started up the WABAC. "Time?" Asked the ten year old as he helped to set the coordinates.

"About 1810."

"Place?"

"Paris, France." Within mere minutes, the two were back in time to Paris and in the usual fancy attire for it as well.

Mr. Peabody and Sherman left the WABAC in a nearby forest, locked and ready for a quick escape, if necessary, as usual. They then proceeded towards the palace of Napoleon and were escorted to his room for an audience with the great emperor.

Unfortunately, Napoléon wasn't exactly dressed for visitors. "Who is there?" The short emperor asked from behind a curtain. He peeked his head out and wore a large blue hat with a golden "N" on it, standing for, of course, Napoleon. He noticed the strange dog and boy that were in his room. "OH! You are from the secret service?"

"Why, Sire? Is something amiss?" Mr. Peabody asked as he adjusted his glasses.

"Of course! They are gone!"

"What are gone?" Sherman asked with great confusion.

"The Imperial Braces!" Napoleon yelled, as though he had already said it about fifty or so times.

Sherman took a step back in shock and confusion. He didn't know what the Imperial Braces were. "Huh?"

"The emperor means his suspenders are missing."

"Wee!" The tiny Frenchman nodded.

"But why are they so important?" It was at times like this that Sherman reminded Mr. Peabody, and everyone else, that he was still a child.

"Heh! Because, they hold all my pants up!" The emperor shouted as he came out from behind the curtain, holding his pants up with his hands. Startled, Mr. Peabody jumped back into Sherman's arms, who had also been taken by surprise from the emperor.

Sherman quickly set his father down, both of them blushing for being so startled. Mr. Peabody then cleared his voice and replied, "Crushing logic, sire."

Sherman still not understanding that not everyone wore belts if their pants were too big, asked "You can't be an emperor without suspenders?"

Napoléon stuck up his nose at this silly question. "Of course not!" He then placed his hand on his sword, making both boy and dog back up further. "If I try to draw my sword," Already his red boxers with white polka dots was starting to show as he lifted his sword. He quickly dropped the scabbard and threw his sword carelessly away as he reached for his receding blue pants. "See? I cannot order the troops forward!" He then raised his hand to salute. "I cannot even…" He grabbed his pants once more as they fell. "…salute!" He then raised his hands outwards, as though trying to make a point, "And as for making a speech…" He looked down at his pants while Mr. Peabody groaned and Sherman looked away. "Impossible!"

Sherman sighed and asked a question that had formed in his mind. "Why don't you just get another pair?"

At this, Napoléon growled and gritted his teeth. "Because I am the emperor! I must wear only the imperial suspenders!" He proclaimed waiving one of his hands while the other held his pants.

"Sire, who besides you has access to your wardrobe?" Mr. Peabody asked as calmly as he could.

"Only my ever faithful servant, Pierre LeKomo!"

Mr. Peabody and Sherman looked around to find no one nearby. "And where is he?" The beagle asked.

The emperor was taken aback by the question. He thought about it for a second and then looked puzzled. "Eh, come to think of it, I haven't seen him lately."

"Find Pierre, and you'll find the missing suspenders." Mr. Peabody said with confidence.

The emperor then pushed his nose towards Mr. Peabody's and asked, "But where?"

"THERE!" Sherman shouted as he saw a lone figure running past the palace windows. "Come on, Mr. Peabody!"

"My dear boy, I'm a genius, not a track star!" Mr. Peabody muttered as they ran. This was amusing to the boy, as he had seen Mr. Peabody do some pretty impressive things. He just didn't like to run because it was like playing fetch, and he didn't like being treated like a normal dog. Mr. Peabody was an Olympic gold medalist in quite a few things, but he was right, Track was not one of them.

"He went this way!" Sherman called as he ran off with his father following close behind. "Towards the docks!" In a trice, they were on the docks, and a pirate ship was sailing off. "Look, that ship's leaving! We'll lose them!"

Mr. Peabody grabbed some rope that had once held the ship in place and started whirling it about like a lasso. "I doubt that." In one shot it landed around the flag post on the back of the ship, holding the large boat in place.

With the ship pulled to a stop, the two made their way to a porthole. Inside was Pierre LeKomo and his two conspirators. On the table between them were the royal suspenders.

"You have done your work well, Pierre."

"Nothing."

"When our generals see these, they will know Napoleon is helpless!" The three chuckled.

"And they will attack!" Mr. Peabody and Sherman snuck inside as quietly as they could while the three men were talking.

"Then France will fall!"

"Like Napoleon's pants!" This created an uproar of laughter from the three men.

Suddenly, they noticed the table moving just after Mr. Peabody and Sherman had gotten under it. "What, Pierre! The table is moving!"

"How come?"

Mr. Peabody, ever one to answer questions out of habit opened his big mouth before Sherman could stop him. "It's simply the rolling of the ship, gentlemen."

The third man nodded. "Yes, it's the rolling of…" Mr. Peabody grabbed the suspenders and his boy and the two made a dash for the door. "What!" The man, who happened to be Pierre, noticed this and pointed them out. "After them!"

"Well we got the suspenders," Sherman said as they exited the door. "Let's run!" But when he and Mr. Peabody had started to run, they ran in opposite directions. Fortunately, this created a slingshot effect on the three conspirators, who landed, on the wheel, and knocked out their driver.

"Quickly!" Pierre shouted, "Unless we get those suspenders, our plot is doomed!"

One of the pirates had cornered Mr. Peabody up against a mast while he was carrying the suspenders. He had pushed Sherman away so that the boy could run. "I've got this one cornered!" Mr. Peabody took advantage of him looking back to his friends to hide behind said mast. When the pirate turned back, the beagle seemed gone.

"Peek-a-boo." Mr. Peabody teased from behind the mast. The pirate struck his sword into the mast to get at the white beagle, but Mr. Peabody bent the sword downwards so that it was stuck in the mast.

"OOH!" The Pirate jumped onto the mast to try and pull his sword out. "Give me back my sword you…!"

"Oh, very well." Mr. Peabody released the sword, causing the pirate to fall back to the ground. Mr. Peabody then looked around concerned for his son. He let out a nervous laugh of relief when he saw that the boy was holding his own with a sword against Pierre. "How's everything, Sherman?"

"Just fine, Mr. Peabody!" Peabody sighed in relief as his son kept a "Sharp" eye on his opponent and continued to defend himself nicely. 'He's been practicing!'

"That's nice." Suddenly he heard a whooshing sound and ducked just in time for the pirate to return and try to cut his head off. "Uh-uh-uh-uh! That's not sporting, you know!" Peabody said as he ran ahead of the pirate and past his son's fight. The two combatants stopped for a moment to watch the mast as it fell.

"Who cares? I'm going to get you if it's the last thing I do!" The pirate growled as he came at Mr. Peabody, swishing his blade like a madman. Suddenly, the mast landed with a large thump on the man, pushing him through the planks and down below into the hold where he was then unconscious.

Mr. Peabody took the moment to stop and look back at the hole. "Well, what do you know? It was the last thing."

"You little pest, I'm going to feed you to the sharks!" This sudden outburst brought Mr. Peabody's attention back to his son who was still fighting Pierre LeKomo. Mr. Peabody noticed that the third member was still unconscious.

Peabody ran over to the rope that his boy and the pirate were fighting on, and pulled out a guidebook of all things. He sighed in relief. "Stay calm, Sherman. My guidebook says there are no sharks in these waters." Sherman smiled a wide toothy grin. His dad was starting to trust him more and more, even in such dangerous situations.

"Goodbye you brat!" LeKomo said as he swished his blade over the rope holding the two of them. It was almost cut completely.

"Monsieur LeKomo? You seemed to have cut the holster." At this, Sherman looked nervous. His dad though, seemed only slightly concerned. Sherman was on the other side of LeKomo and couldn't grab onto the ship if he did indeed fall.

"But when I go, he goes!" LeKomo seemed so sure of that fact, and the crazy look in his eyes said he didn't care if he died so long as one of them went with him.

Peabody glared and started whirling the royal suspenders like a lasso, just as he had done with the rope earlier. "Not necessarily!" Sherman's heart beat returned to a slower pace as he realized his father had a plan. As the rope parted, Sherman dangled at one end of the imperial braces while LeKomo was no more. Sherman only risked one glance down and then started climbing up, not wishing to see what happened next. Peabody grimaced as he realized why. "My… seems the guidebook was wrong about those sharks…"

As Mr. Peabody pulled Sherman over the edge of the ship, the young boy let out a breathe of relief. "Thanks, Mr. Peabody. I was a little worried there for a second, heh."

"I bet. I'm going to have to get a new guidebook when we get home. This one seems to be incorrect… hmm… maybe I'll make my own. We go to enough places anyway."

"Heh, sounds like a good idea."

*~*Mr. Peabody and Sherman*~*

As the duo rode back in a carriage to Napoleon's palace, they noticed the people looked quite miserable. Mr. Peabody asked the coach to stop. He and Sherman then stepped out to talk to the populace. "Something the matter?"

"Please, Misère Peabody. Don't take the emperor's suspenders back!" One man cried.

The beagle was confused about this. "Why not?"

"Because it is the first time in 33 years that there has been peace and quiet in France!"

Another man nodded his agreement. "The first day the cannons have been silent. No 'Boom, boom, boom'!"

Yet another citizen went in to explain, "For years our people have had to go around with their fingers in their ears!"

Then a young lady who was slightly shorter than Sherman piped up. "It's the first time I've seen my daddy in 33 years too!"

Mr. Peabody couldn't help but ask the question that was on his, and his boy's, mind. "And who is your daddy?"

"Napoleon." The little girl said proudly. Peabody covered his mouth in shock.

Sherman and Peabody looked around at the masses and realized that there was no reason for Napoleon to have the imperial braces, so long as France's enemies didn't have them either.

*~*Mr. Peabody and Sherman*~*

When the two got home, Mr. Peabody framed the suspenders next to a picture of Napoleon. "Well, Sherman. Now you know why in all the pictures Napoleon's hand is in his coat."

"Yeah, to hold up his pants, hehe."

"Indeed." The two chuckled. They'd have to be careful not to visit Napoleon again if they didn't want to deal with arguing about suspenders and war.