Wine, wine was only opened in the Peabody household for rare special occasions, this wasn't one of them, this was a bunch of adults needing a deserving drink after a long hard day. Barnabas, Vita, Patty, Paul and Peabody, all sitting down at the bar, sipping wine, nobody speaking, the only sounds that could be heard was the sound muffled sound of the children talking in the next room.

"Sounds like they got Sherman out of that funk." Paul said, sipping on his drink once more.

"That's good." Peabody said, pouring some more wine in his glass, when the last of it dripped out of the bottle, he tossed it in the trash. Barnabas sighed, he looked at his watch and then got up.

"Well, I think, before I get too drunk, We should be going." He said, Vita nodded.

"Yeah, Me and Patty should get going as well..." Paul said, a slight hiccup left his mouth.

"I'll drive." Patty said, Paul nodded.

"I'll walk you guys out." Peabody said, he jumped down from the chair and staggered a bit, maybe he drank a little too much wine. Wobbling a bit, he straightened himself out and started to walk, more or less, they walked towards the elevator, once the door slid open, the four adults slipped inside.

"You aren't taking Penny?" Peabody asked the Peterson's, Paul shook his head.

"Let her stay the night, if all the other kids are doing it, I see no harm then." He said and with that, the doors shut and the elevator went down, taking both parties with it. Peabody nodded, and walked back over, sipping a little bit of his wine, he realized something.

He now had four children in his home, Sherman included, he had a hard time keeping up with Sherman alone, how can he keep up with three other children, simple, he just needed one more drink...

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Three glasses of gin later, Peabody found himself slumped against the bar, holding his glass in his paw and rocking his head from side to side. He started pouring more gin into his glass, going for his fourth glass. He shouldn't, he had too much, but just one more glass wouldn't kill him. Once filled, he started to sip, the bitter liquid no longer bothering him. Letting out a loud groan, he laid his head on the table.

How could he let this happen? How could he put Sherman in even more danger?

Groaning again, he chugged the rest of his gin and slammed the cup down on the table.

He needed to invent something to find Matthew and send him back to jail! He'll create a machine! A machine that knows everything about everyone! A machine that can find a single person just by their face!

He can do that, he created a time machine, why not a machine that spies on everyone, every hour, of every day? (If any of you guys get that reference, then I will love you forever.)

Sure, he'll be breaking a few government rules and amendments but his boy will be safe! That's all he wanted, was for Sherman to be safe, was that so hard to understand?

Grabbing the bottle of gin, he went for the fourth glass, or wait, fifth glass? Sixth glass? Eh, Screw it! He then proceeded to just push the glass away and started to chug straight from the bottle.

"Mr. Peabody?"

Still chugging, Peabody turned around and faced his boy. Sherman was already dressed in his pajamas, Peabody looked at the time, it was 34:12? whoa, it was late, what was he doing up?

"Shermash, Y-Yoush should be in your bed." Peabody slurred placing the bottle down on the table. Sherman said nothing, he's never seen Mr. Peabody so...bizarre before, what was wrong with his father?

"C-C'mon...I'llsh tuck yous in.." Peabody said his speech still slurred, He then tried to get up, only to fall down flat on his face. Quickly, Sherman ran to his father and helped him up.

"Mr. Peabody, are you alright?" Sherman asked his father, who was now leaning fully on the eight year old, almost knocking him down. Peabody spoke but his speech was so slurred that Sherman couldn't make heads or tails of what his father even tried to say.

"Let's go and tuck you in, Mr. Peabody." Sherman mumbled and walked his father towards his bed room.

"Not Slepy" Peabody said, his head tipping from side to side.

"You need sleep." Sherman told him.

"You don't slep."

"...I sleep, Mr. Peabody, I've just been having some trouble sleeping." Sherman confessed, Peabody slurred something unintelligible once again and Sherman just shook his head.

"Whhhhyyy donsh you tulk to mah anymore?" Peabody asked Sherman, his speech even more slurred than before. Still, Sherman understood what his father had asked. He just shook his head and brought Peabody into his own room. He helped his father into his bed, Peabody laid down and Sherman threw the covers over his father's body.

"There we go, nice and easy. " Sherman said and tucked his father into bed.

"III lovesh yoush Shermash." Peabody said to Sherman, who blinked slightly.

"I have a deep regard for you to, Mr. Peabody." Sherman said gently and then started to walk out of Peabody's room. Before fully shutting the door, Sherman spoke gently, "Goodnight, Mr. Peabody."

"Gourdniighht, Shermash." The eight year old heard before finally Shutting the door.

Sherman sighed heavily and walked over to the bar, putting the cap on the bottle of gin, he grabbed the glass and put it in the sink. Sherman then yawned loudly, he felt unusually tired.

Walking back to his room, Sherman slipped into his bed, careful not to wake Ben, Guinevere, and Penny, laying his head down on his pillow, he slowly shut his eyes and dozed off.