Emma & Malcom Peabody

Chapter 24: Napoleon/The party part. 2

Sorry for the delay, this chapter took me forever because it was too long and too many things had to happen... but here it is! So, enjoy and leave your commentaries!

-I still can't believe that our parents were worse than us-whispered Malcom walking towards Emma with a smirk.-If we had done that; they'd have killed us...-

-Well, that actually explains a lot about you, don't you think so?-his sister laughed back

-Ha-ha, really funny... you're talking as if you had never done anything that was wrong...-

-Perhaps, but I'm not proud of it, unlike you-

-Hey, weird dudes, could you stop whispering stuff? You're creeping me out-asked Penny walking closer to them.-Moreover, what stuff do you need to talk about behind our back?-

-We are not talking behind everyone's back...-"the world doesn't resolve around you" thought Emma doing her best not to say anything bad to that girl that happened to be her future mother

-Shh! don't you remember why we are here?-asked Mr. Peabody with a glare

After their meeting, Mr. Peabody told the twins that they needed a big favor: they needed them to give back a medal that they stole from Napoleon's room. Sherman and Penny stole it by mistake, obviously. Everything started with Penny thinking that it was going to be a good idea to explore inside the ruler's bedroom. But it turned out that Napoleon didn't like guests on his bedroom... and he got really mad. The kids, trying to run away, stumbled with a night table that had his favorite golden medal and it fell inside Sherman's pocket... and well, that's how they got into that messed up situation.

-Yes, we do... You've told us like eight thousands of times!-protested Malcom looking up.-For being an underestimated super genius, you're pretty bossy and anti-democratic-

Everyone stared at the kid's comment, everyone but Penny, who started to laugh her head off.-I think I'll like this guy-

Sherman rolled his eyes.-Sure, now you like a guy from the past who looks just like me-

-Don't be jealous, know-it-all-commented the blonde girl

-Jealous? I feel sorrow for the poor guy if he ever likes you...-

-Yeah, I just feel the same about you-opined Malcom before receiving a punch in the arm from his sister.-Could you stop that?-

-You're welcome-his sister answered with a smirk.-So, Mr. Peabody, what's the plan?-

-Yeah, fancy bows... explain us what we're supposed to do-

-My name is Mr. Peabody for the strangers; Mr. Malcolm-slapped back the genius dog, in revenge of "fancy bows"

The boy smiled at the insult, finding it funny. Not every day you have the chance to say an insult to your relatives without them knowing who you really are.-Do you really call kids by their surname? I wonder, if you ever call Sherman in that way... you'll have to call him Mr. Peabody, right?-he laughed, thinking that if he knew his surname he'd have to call him in that way too.-Can you imagine it? I mean, If Sherman had to call you Mr. Peabody and you'll call him Mr. Peabody back?-

-Actually, I do call him Mr. Peabody-commented Sherman making Malcom stare confused at him.-But he doesn't call me Mr. Peabody back-

-Do you call your own father Mr. Peabody?-

-Mmm... Yes. Is that bad?-

-Well... Mmm... It's not exactly bad-the red-haired kid told him touching his neck nervously

A little feeling of guilt started to grow inside of Malcom. He had many times called his father "Mr. Peabody", every time they had an argument because Malcom had got into trouble, which was pretty usual. The kid had no idea about that situation though... he didn't know his father had called their grandfather by their surname when they were younger.

-It runs in the family then, don't you think so, Mal?-asked Emma with a glare, leaving his mind even more messed up than before

After walking some meters more, they got to the place where Napoleon was staying and went closer to it slowly, so no one would see them. The place was full of soldiers everywhere, so they had to go as quite as they could.

-So, what's the plan, Mr. Peabody?-questioned Sherman to his father

-It's quite simple, you two will come with me-the beagle ordered pointing his son and Penny.-We're going to distract Napoleon, while you two-he said this time pointing to his future grandchildren.-Will go to his bedroom and give the medal back-

-Oh, that sounds easy... without saying that there are thousands of soldiers!-Malcom said putting his hands in the air.-How are we supposed to infiltrate in there without being seen?-

-It's not that hard, Mr. Malcolm, you'll just have to trust me-

The boy rolled his eyes.-If I die, I just want you to know that you'll regret it-

Getting inside Napoleon's house hadn't been as hard as it Malcom had thought. They were able to avoid the guards and go to the principal room, where Napoleon was in that moment to make a distraction. Mr. Peabody knew that a distraction would be really easy because, knowing the ruler, he'd want his medal back and as soon as he sees them, he'll chase them, trying to get his precious object back.

As usual, Mr. Peabody was right: he saw them and desperately ordered his guards to chase them. The trio started to run to different places, to confuse the guards and Napoleon. This worked for a few minutes, giving enough time to Emma and Malcom to go out from their hiding-place (they were behind a big curtain) and go to the bedroom. Everything was going according to the genius dog's plan.

-Ok... let's do this...-mumbled Emma looking at her left to see her brother, who was sat on the floor reading something.-What on Earth are you doing?-she whispered madly

-Oh, just, you know, reading. I took your advice, sis-he explained standing up

-You shouldn't be reading right now, Malcom, moreover what are you...?-she stopped and stared shocked at the little WABAC manual that her brother was reading attentively.-It's the WABAC manual! Are you nuts?-she took the little book angrily, glaring at him

-What? You are not the only one who can know how to use the WABAC-

She rolled her eyes and put the manual in one of her dress' fold to keep it safe.-Just let's go to the Napoleon's bedroom-

They went out of the curtain and walked slowly to some stairs that guided to the bedroom, as Napoleon was distracted trying to catch their relatives.

But then, when they were almost on the stairs, something unexpected happened: Malcom stumbled with a night table, making a noise loud enough to make Napoleon turn around and see them with a confused expression.

-Malcom?-muttered Emma

-Y-yeah?-

-RUN!-

That's how the kids ran going upstairs, being followed by an angry Napoleon who only wanted his medal back and how Mr. Peabody's plan didn't go the way he expected. The twins ran as fast as they could until they went inside Napoleon's bedroom, closing the door almost in the ruler's face and putting some chairs in front of the door in fear.

-Oh, boy, what are we going to do now?-asked Emma touching her hair nervously

-Mmm... Wait for our grandpa to come?-

-What if he can't do it in time?-a loud noise was heard in the door, opening it

-Aren't you old enough to know that you should knock?-questioned Malcom with an innocent smile

-Aren't you old enough to know that going inside someone else's house like this is wrong?-questioned Napoleon back with a French accent

-Good point... what about this: we leave, you knock the door, and everyone's happy?-

-What about this: I'll take my medal back, you'll stay in prison for twenty years and I'll be happy?-

-One can't do deals with people anymore nowadays...-

-Wait!-exclaimed Emma taking a golden medal out of her dress.-We have your medal, just let us go and we'll give it back-

The French ruler opened his mouth but then closed it; as if he didn't have anything against those deal.-Sounds fair enough-he extended his hand to them.-Give it to me-

The blonde girl looked at her brother, who nodded his head, and, with a sight, she gave the gold medal to the ruler in an unsure way.

-Well, that's it... it was a pleasure to meet you-greeted Malcom walking with his sister to the door, but before they could get there, Napoleon closed the door in their faces.-Hey!-

-Thinking it through... I think you two should stay here for a period-he said in a malicious way with a smirk

-What? That wasn't the deal!-protested Emma uselessly

-Life isn't always fair, little brat-the French despicable man answered with a smirk

-You're a liar that has nothing to do with being fair or not-commented Malcom with anger

-Oh, and what are you two little kids going to do about it?-the ruler locked the door and started to stroll through the room with a lot of security, knowing that the kids wouldn't be able to do anything against him.-I have the medal and you two are locked in here, I win, like always-he commented giggling and really proud of himself.-You'll see... I have already won many things in life, like for example...-he said continuing talking about his greatest success

Emma didn't need to hear all his success, so instead she started to think on a way of getting out of there. She started to look around the room, searching for any ideas. In the bedroom there was a king-sized bed, a wooden chair, and a night table with a make-up set that should belong to Napoleon's wife. She also was able to see a loose elastic from the bed's elastic.

The young girl smiled as a plan started to increase in her mind.-Pss...-whispered Emma to her brother who was standing on her left

-Yeah?-

-Do you see that chair that is on your left?-

The red-haired glared at the chair.-Obviously-he lay

-Are you thinking what I am thinking?-

-That Napoleon is horrible at telling stories?-

His sister rolled her eyes.-No! We're going to get out of here-

-And that's how I, Napoleon-said the French man touching his chest proudly.-Acceded to the power, becoming the France's king...-he touched his face as a tear of emotion was going down from it.-I still can't believe it-he admitted without even looking at the children.-I mean, I always knew I was a genius, but I didn't know that no one else at France was smart enough to beat me, what do you think?-he asked, still without looking at them

-I think that taking people for granted is one of the biggest mistakes which people usually do-answered Emma

-Ugh... that's a lie that people say to feel better-

-Do you really think so?-questioned the young boy

-Obviously, I know everything about life-Napoleon said finally looking at them to realize that they weren't in the same place where they used to be anymore. The ruler wide opened his eyes and looked at the door: they weren't there either. He quickly touched his trousers' pocket, to check out that his keys were still there and breathed out calmed to confirm that they weren't missing... yet.-It's pretty coward to hide, kids... and really useless, taking in account that you're trying to defeat me-

-Oh, I'm really sick of you, Napoopleon-opined Malcom coming out of his hiding-place that happened to be the chair

-My name is Napoleon, silly brat-

-Malcom! Why did you go out?-asked Emma madly at the other side of the room, hid behind the bed

Napoleon laughed.-Oh, brats, brats, brats... did you really think you'd be able to fool me?-

-You don't need help for doing that, Napoopleon-continued the red-haired boy with a frown

-Uh! You'll pay this!-

Malcom's frown turned into a smirk.-I really doubt so, Napoop... Now!-

As soon as she received the order, Emma pulled on the bed's sheet that was strategically put in the floor in a way to make Napoleon stumble with it. When the ruler fell, Malcom put the chair on the fallen French back, avoiding him to go away and making him stay laid in the floor.

-Oh, I'm really sorry dear Napoop; today you won't be able to do your things-he laughed at his own joke pointing at him

-Malcom, focus!-exclaimed the blonde girl getting closer to Napoleon and taking the key ring full of keys from his pocket

-Oh, oh, I have another one: I think you were the butt of that joke! Got it? Cause' of poop and butts!-he continued laughing before his sister gave him a glare.-Ok, I shut up... can I say one more?-

-We have to go now, that chair won't stop him for too long-was her only answer before running towards the door being followed by her brother

-You two, brats!-shouted Napoleon on the floor.-You'll regret this!-he continued screaming as he was trying to escape from the chair

Seeing the situation, the twins started to prove the different keys that were in the key ring. But there were too many keys, giving Napoleon enough time to free himself.

Just in the moment in which the French ruler was able to escape, the twins were able to find the key and open the door.

-You'll see what happen to brats like you!-Screamed Napoleon madly standing up.-You have no idea about who you're messing up with!-he threatened running to them

Emma quickly took out the make-up set that she had taken from the night table and threw it into Napoleon's eyes, making his eyes hurt. He tried to clean his eyes, but when he tried to open them again, he was seeing everything really blurry.

-Ah!-the French shouted.-Make-up! You'll really regret this!-

-Oh, why don't you try to see yourself in front of a mirror, you actually look cute... better than before, no doubt about it-commented Malcom with a giggle

-Let's go, it's our opportunity!-said Emma taking Malcom by the hand and carrying him away from the bedroom.-We have to go back and...-the two stared confused at some persons that were looking at them completely shocked behind them

After beating all the Napoleon's guards, Mr. Peabody, Sherman and Penny went upstairs to find their new friends. Anyway, when they realized that the ruler had followed them, they got really worried, well, at least the kids. The genius dog knew that they didn't have to lose their heads, he had been through more difficult situations and they were able to overcome millions of obstacles. He wasn't worried about what to do; he was only worried about saving them on time. And that's why they had run as fast as they could to save them.

It was quite surprising to find out that they hadn't needed to be saved for Mr. Peabody.

-Oh, what are you three doing here?-questioned Malcom

-We... we came just in case you needed help-answered the beagle a bit awkwardly

-Thanks, Mr. Peabody, but we're ok-answered Emma kindly

-Exactly, genius, we don't need your help all the time, you know?-added unnecessary Malcom looking at Sherman, as if he was talking to his present father

-Mmm...It wasn't my plan-said the red-haired kid a bit confused.-It was Mr. Peabody's-

-Who cares about who made the plan?! Look at Napoleon!-exclaimed Penny making Emma roll her eyes

-You! No one defeats me!-shouted the ruler finally cleaning the make-up from his eyes

-Too late, two eight years old kids have already done it-commented Malcom tired of the conceited attitude of the French ruler

Napoleon tried to attack the kids but Mr. Peabody put himself in front of him, with a sword on his paws.-Sherman, Penny, take Malcolm and Lisa away from here-

-WHAT?-asked the siblings at the same time

-As you heard it, I don't want more people involved in this mess-their grandfather said as he started a fencing fight with the ruler, guiding him away from the kids

-Let's go-said Sherman, not really sure about what to do to make them obey him

His son folded his arms. Maybe in the present he'd have obeyed that order, but in that time they were in the same conditions, he didn't have any right to order him anything. And surprisingly, Emma seemed to think in a similar way, because she didn't follow him, even though half of her felt it so wrong, as if she was betraying her father. But she also felt like they could do it, they were five "Peabodies" after all, right? If they try to do it together, they'll defeat Napoleon with no problem. Also, her grandfather may need help.

-No-said Emma and Malcom at the same time again, smiling at each other

-But Mr. Peabody said that...-

-I'm going to tell you something-said Malcom.-I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT HE SAID! We were able to defeat him once; I want to do it twice-

-Yes, if we work together, Napoleon won't stand a chance-added Emma agreeing

-Does that mean that you're with me?-asked her brother confused

-Just for today, and don't get used to it, please-

-Yeah!-

-You know what; I think it may work too-commented Penny suddenly

-I don't know... it doesn't seem right, Mr. Peabody told us to...-tried to say Sherman, but no one seemed to pay attention to him

-C'mon, Sherman! It'll be fun!-exclaimed Penny with a smile trying to convince him

-I don't know... even if we try it, what can we do to defeat Napoleon?-the red-haired questioned logically accommodating his glasses

-Well, we could take him by surprise and tie him up to a chair!-proposed Malcom excitedly

-That wouldn't be so easy, who will carry the chair, and the ropes and everything we need to do that?-Sherman glared at the kid in front of him with a know-it-all face

-And what do you propose nerd?-

The first thing on Sherman's head was how that person knew the meaning of "nerd", being an insult used only in his time or at least in some future ages. And the second thing on his head was an idea that made him smile.

-Maybe there is another option-he said smirking making everyone stare at him

-Here it is...-said Sherman as the elevator opened.-This is the penthouse where my father and I used to live when we were younger-he explained getting out of the lift accompanied by Ally

-It's a really amazing place, Mr. Peabody-she commented staring completely amazed at the place.-I had never been in a penthouse as big as this one before... It should have been amazing to live here when you were a child-

-Yeah, it was... advantages of being adopted by a rich dog-he said with a smile full of homesickness

-And... Wasn't it weird? I mean, sure you were raised by a dog... but was it to different from human parents?-

-I don't think so... my dad was like any other parents well... if you take out the "dog fact" obviously. But apart from being a dog, he was just like any other parent-

-I still haven't understood one thing about your father-

-Why is he so smart if he's a dog? That's still a mystery, you know?-he said in a sarcastic tone

-No, no that...-she giggled.-I still haven't understood why he adopted you-

-Uh... well, I don't know, he found me when he was only a baby and he was completely alone in life so... he decided to adopt me-

She smiled at her boss and continued expecting the penthouse. It was quite big for only one person... it was giant even for two persons! She could imagine that her boss' father used to be quite lonely before meeting Sherman and more taking in account that he was just a dog.

-Your father never had any woman in his life, right?-

-Not of my knowledge, why do you ask?-

-Curiosity, just that-

Sherman found that question a bit strange, but decided to let it there. If she didn't want to talk about it, and he felt like he didn't want to know the answer either, why should he ask, right?

They passed through the old Sherman's bedroom and through the wall where there were all the Sherman's photographs as he grew up and Ally stopped.

-Aw! Is that you?-she asked pointing to a picture of a red-haired baby wearing glasses with a cupcake 1 year old birthday

He laughed a bit awkwardly.-Uh, yeah, it's me, I can't believe he still conserves these ones...-he got closer to the wall and smiled. He had almost forgotten that there had been a time of his life in which he didn't have so many responsibilities as he did in the present.

-Aw! You were so cute! No wonder why your father adopted you-

The red-haired man touched his neck nervously.-Yeah, I think-

-Wow... you've traveled to a lot of places-she said pointing to the different photos that had been taken during the WABAC's trips, but luckily, Ally only thought that they had been taken on different trips from different places all around the world.-I bet your childhood was an adventure-

-Yeah, more than you think-

-Who is that one?-she asked bitterly all of a sudden pointing a blonde girl standing beside Sherman in most of the pictures

-Uh, that's Penny, my wife-

-Your actual wife?-

-Yep-

-But... you seemed to have known each other for a long time-

-Yes, we've known each other since we were seven years old; she has always been my best friend-

The black-haired woman stared blankly at him. She had never heard of someone who had had a relationship as long as the one Sherman had had with Penny. It was quite surprising and disappointing at the same time.

-So, you two have been dating forever, haven't you?-

Sherman giggled.-Probably yes... I mean, we have dated other people, but at the ending we were always coming back together-

-Well... that's cute, I guess, I have never met a couple that lasted that much before-she said not really sure about what to think about it. She never imagined that his wife and he had known each other for so long.

The black-haired woman continued watching the pictures.-And which of all these moments is your favorite? What's the best thing that happened to you, Mr. Peabody?-

Sherman stared at her question a bit, thinking it through for a few seconds and looked at one of the last pictures on the wall.-With no doubt, this one-he said pointing to it

Ally got closer to the photo that he pointed. It was a picture of him and his wife with two little babies in their arms.-Are they your... children?-she asked confused, a bit disappointed. Having done everything he had, it was quite weird to believe that having kids would be the most exciting and best of them all.

-Yep, they are Emma and Malcom-

-Aw... the boy looks really similar to you-

-I know, right? Even though our personalities aren't alike... actually we're really different, and sometimes it's hard to understand him-

-What? Isn't he a genius just like the rest of your family?-the woman questioned sarcastically

-Ha-ha... really funny. But not, he is more a trouble-maker like-

-The dark horse of the family, huh?-she laughed

-Actually not at all, not for being a trouble-maker you're bad... I think he's got a really good side, but he's more similar to Penny than to me in that fact-

-Really? Was your wife a trouble-maker?-

-Nah... she was only fun-loving-he laughed remembering all the troubles in which he and Penny got into.-Sure thing, now she isn't like that anymore because well, we all have to grow up, right?-

-And what about your daughter? She seems really cute!-

-Emma? Yes, she's more like me I think. We have more interests in common, that's for sure-

-Do you think she'll marry a trouble-maker too?-the woman asked laughing, even though that joke didn't seem to entertain Sherman very much. After all, Emma was only eight years old and thinking about any boyfriend seemed too far away... and too problematic.

-Penny wasn't a trouble-maker; Emma is eight years old and... I don't want to think about boyfriends yet, thank you-he said with a frown

Ally let out a big laughter.-You're just like all the parents... really jealous of their daughters!-

-And will you blame me?-he asked giggling too

She narrowed her eyes but then stopped looking at the pictures in the wall. Yes, that man was in a lot of ways really different from all the other men she had met. He didn't seem to like rich clichés, like parties and elegance, even though he had been rich since he was a kid. He also thought that his family was really important to him. She couldn't believe that he thought that his kids were the best thing that happened to him... and the strangest thing was that she was starting to find that a bit attractive.

-Hey, do you wanna see the best thing about this penthouse?-asked Sherman all of a sudden

-Sure...-

The red-haired man smiled at her agreement and, almost running, went to the penthouse's balcony, followed by his companion. He opened the balcony's door in excitement and walked through it.-Come along-he told her walking closer to the edge of the balcony

A bit unsure, she nodded her head. She had never liked being in places too high... but she didn't have another option if she wanted her plan to work out. Walking slowly, she got to the edge and finally understood why that place was the best in the penthouse.

That balcony had the view of all the city of New York! It was the most amazing view she had never seen... more in that night view. The city had lights all over the place and she was able to see everything in their brightest side.

-The penthouse was amazing, but it's not compared to this view...-she commented agreeing with Sherman

-Yeah, when I was a kid I would spend hours watching the city... I always loved it-

-Thank you, Sherman-the black-haired woman said leaning closer to the balcony's edge. He stared at her surprised.-Oh, I'm really sorry, Mr. Peabody!-she said putting her hands up and shaking her head.-I didn't mean to call you...-

-It's ok-he laughed, amused at her reaction.-You can call me Sherman, after all most of the persons I know do it... because, well, my dad is the one who's usually called "Mr. Peabody"-

-Really?-

-Yeah, never mind-he said looking at the view of the city one more time

-You know what? You're really nice, Sherman-the woman said getting closer to him

-Mmm... Thank you?-he replied confused at her actions

-And I really mean it... you're different-

-Yeah, I get that a lot...-

-But in a good way-

He stared at her blue eyes. She looked really beautiful that night. It wasn't like she had never been it... but that night, she looked amazingly pretty. And in that moment, he just suddenly found out that being his friend will result impossible. Even though she was a nice girl, a friendship between both of them will turn into something more... and he couldn't let that happen.

-Well, I think I should get back to the party-the man said starting to walk away

-What?!-the woman asked shocked

-Yeah, I don't think my dad will be able to handle Penny for much time... it was nice chatting with you and everything... but we both should go back-

-Sherman, wait-Ally took him by the arm and looked at him, suddenly feeling a bit guilty for what she was going to do, but she did it anyway. Half because she knew that she needed to, and second because she was starting to develop some feelings towards that red-haired dork. Taking a step closer to Sherman, she leaned in and kissed him in the lips.

Oh... Ally and Sherman kissed! What will happen between them now on? And what's going to happen to Napoleon, who apparently hates Emma and Malcom? Well, you'll have to find it out on the next chapter! Please leave your comments!

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