Barley walked into the interrogation room where Trisha Walters was being held in. Papers in his hands, every second wasted was another second those kids were in the hands of these 'friends' of Trisha. Of course, this girl refused to speak unless it was to a lawyer, Barley didn't want to wait for some slack-jaw lawyer to come, but it was the rules.

Trisha was handcuffed to the table, seeing that she's a crazy case. Barley sighed, how much longer for that lawyer?! He knew one thing, if they didn't find those two children by tonight, then hell was going to break loose. He found himself pacing as he looked though the one way mirror, Trisha was too calm. This didn't seem right.

Finally, the door opened, it was Trisha's lawyer, a Short stubby man with a receding hairline, when he spoke he sounded congested.

"Don't you tell this man a word, Trisha." The lawyer said, ignoring the glare from Barley.

"I haven't." Trisha spoke, she sounded bored of all things.

(Ok, I am not a lawyer, I do not plan to be a lawyer, I cannot do the lawyer talk, so, If something is wrong, I am sorry.)

The lawyer placed his suitcase down on the table and took out a few papers.

"Ms. Walters, right now you are looking at up to over a hundred years in prison-"

"-I want a deal." Trisha cut in before the lawyer could finish. Barley growled and slammed his papers down.

"Lets see the rap sheet, Kidnapping of two children under fifteen years old, breaking out two prisoners out of prison, Breaking and entering, assault on Mr. Peabody, evading police, resisting arrest, oh, and breaking out of the mental ward, so. No. No. Deal, you are going to tell me where those kids are."

"Not, without a deal." Trisha said as she glared at Barley. She then leaned back in her chair and looked at her nails.

"Oh, I wonder what my friends are doing with those two-"

"Just because you are a woman doesn't mean I won't strike you down!" Officer Barley screamed at her, slamming his hands down on the table, quickly her lawyer spoke.

"Officer Barley, please! Control yourself! Now, If you were to give her a deal, I would suggest life-"

"-Hey, I don't want life!"

"It would be better than up to a hundred and twenty years with no parole in prison." The lawyer said, then straightened up a bit before continuing, "Life, with parole." He told Barley, the cop narrowed his eyes at this, he let out a sigh though his nose.

"Alright." Barley said and extended his hand towards Trisha she went to grab it, but, he quickly pulled away.

"If. those children are hurt, in any way, shape, or form, then you can forget it." He told her, his voice full of venom, she gave him a hard look, then nodded.

"Alright. Deal." She said, and the two shook hands.

"Where are they, and who are your 'friends'?" He asked, air quoting the word 'friends'.

Trisha smirked, a devilish smirk, it made Barley shudder a bit.

"California Hill State Forest, the people are looking are called Carmin Hernandez and Jessica Jacobs, don't let Carmin's name fool you, Carmin is a dude." She said and leaned back.

"California Hill State Forest is over nine hundred and fifty acres, where are they?"

"Sorry, I don't know that one." Trisha smirked at him, crossing her legs. Barley growled and stormed out, slamming the door shut. He wanted to slap that stupid smirk right off of her face. Still, he knows where the children are and who her accomplices are as well. Now, all he needed was a search party.

-Transition-

Fifteen cops, not counting Barley, and two search dogs, plus the Petersons and Peabody, that's the best they could do on short notice. Still, it was better than nothing. Barley was leading the operation.

He stood in front of the crowd, he saw Dison in the crowd of cops and nodded towards his partner. He then took out two pictures, one of Sherman, one of Penny.

"We are searching for Sherman Peabody and Penelope Peterson. They were abandoned here, now, they may or may not be accompanied by two people with criminal records, fearing these people to be dangerous, anyone who is not an officer or the law, must have an officer with them as they search." Barley spoke, the sound of rolling thunder caused everyone to look up.

"We will meet back here in an hour. Everyone, break." Barley finished and watched as people started to head into the forest, Peabody with a random officer and the Peterson's went with Dison. Barley turned and walked into the woods. He could hear the people off in the distance calling for the children.

Barley figured that those kids wouldn't be anywhere near the trail, so he walked towards the more deeper part of the forest where the trees inhabited most of the place and it was hard to get around. Perfect place for 'off the grid' people. He squeezed by two trees and awkwardly stepped around some plantation.

"Penny!" He called out loudly, the thunder rolled again, it caused him to look up and frown, it was dark out already so he couldn't really see if there were dark clouds up a head, but he did know that he couldn't see the stars.

"Sherman!" Barley yelled as he walked around the trees, he couldn't see much in front of him, taking out tiny flashlight out of his pocket, he clicked it on. Good, he could see a little bit farther, but couldn't see too much. His walkie talkie came to life for a second.

"Barley? It's Dison, do copy?" Dison said on the walkie talkie asked, grabbing it, he bright it to his mouth.

"Yes? Did you find anything?" Barley asked Dison, there was a silence on Dison's line, then the other officer spoke.

"We found some trash, it may be nothing, but, I thought I let you know, we are on the southwest side of the woods." Dison told him, Barley quickly responded back.

"Ok, would you like back up?"

"No, I think we can handle it."

Barley shook his head, what was the point of that call?

After a few minutes of the only sound being was his shoes against the twigs, he heard another roll of thunder, followed by the sound of something dropping on the leaves on the trees. After a few seconds the sound of something dropping on the leaves grew hard followed by the feeling of something wet dropping on him, it was raining. Just great.

-Transition-

Mr. Peabody had long since ditched his designated officer, he didn't need someone to hold his hand, he just needed to find the children. He was already trying to find Sherman's scent, He hadn't even realized it had started to rain until he noticed that he couldn't see out of his glasses. Water droplets collecting on the glass. He took his classes off and rubbed them on his damp fur. The most it did was streak the glasses and made it worse to see out of. Still, he couldn't let that stop him, he couldn't let a little bit of rain or wind stop him from finding his boy.

"Sh-Sh-..." He took a deep breath, he voice was failing him, that was odd. Shaking his head, He tried again.

"Sherman!" Peabody screamed, sniffing along the ground, Sherman's already hard to find scent was fading because of the rain, which, Peabody noted, was getting harder and harder. Shaking the excess water off of his body, he called out again, this time louder.

"SHERMAN!" His voice echoing around the forest a bit. Nothing. He took several deep breaths.

How could this happen again?! How could he let this happen?! What kind of a father was he?!

He stood there for a few moments, he couldn't see, not because his glasses had water droplets on them, but, because he had tears in his eyes. Taking his glasses off, he rubbed his eyes and shook his head.

No.

Now was NOT the time to break down. Sherman and Penny needed him, save the crying for later. Putting his glasses on, he got down on all fours, something he loathed doing, and started to sniff the ground. He was going to find Sherman and Penny if it was the last thing he did.

Oh, Hello Jewel, good to see you up and running again, are you stalking me?