A/N: This is a mix between Briar 4's idea and CaptainSoda12's. I want to make one thing perfectly clear before I start though. I will NOT update the same story the very next day after updating it. I will NOT write on the weekends because I do not have access to a laptop at all during this time but even if I did I still would not, and as the author I get to choose when I update and when I don't. Now I already have over 90 stories going as is so I don't have time to focus on this one.

Briar 4: Honey, why don't you make an account so we can discuss your ideas? Even if your nervous about writing, I would still be more than happy to help you if you want to write your own story.

PLEASE READ THIS GUYS: If you enjoyed having Mrs. Chien in this story, then please read and review 'Things Better Left Unsaid' because she plays a major role later on in the story. Also, Mother's Day will be updated soon if you're interested in that.

Mrs. Chien: Added Scene:

'Peabody's Tales'

How they ever got into a situation like this was beyond Peabody. One second they were cruising through time and space in their 'flying space apple' and the next second they were in the Triassic-period with one of the poor creatures of that era and his tail caught under the WABAC. While Peabody should have been proud that his son was being a good person in assisting the creature, he was also weary of what the boy was sure to ask of him next.

"Sherman. We are not taking it back with us." Peabody said, turning around as he pointed to the creature in his son's arms.

"But Mr. Peabody! Hes hurt!" Sherman argued back, gently rubbing the animal's sore tail. "We can't just leave him here!"

"I said no." The dog said sternly as he stamped his hands on his hips. "If I am correct, which I usually am, then he only has a sprain. We can put it in a splint but then we have to leave him here."

"Please!" The boy whined loudly. "What if he gets attacked while hes out here all alone?"

"Sherman, he'll get attacked even if we take him back to New York with us." Peabody pointed out dully. "We can return him to his packs location and he will not be harmed."

"A pack?" Sherman chirped curiously, looking down at the small creature and wondering if there was more of them around here.

"Yes, a pack, or family in a sense." Peabody explained quickly, looking around for the location of said place. "They will care for him Sherman, so we don't have to worry about him."

"Are you sure, Mr. Peabody?" The boy said, holding the creature closer to his chest in a very protective way.

Again, in a way Peabody was almost proud by the way his son was acting, and for a quick moment he flashed forward to the future, where Sherman would undoubtedly have a puppy of his own to take care of and by the way he was acting so protective of the creature now only lead Peabody to believe he would do a wonderful job. Anyhow, flashing back to reality, he looked down at his boy and smiled softly as he patted his head.

"Sherman, I am always sure." He said, turning quickly and entering the WABAC swiftly and returning just as quick with a medical kit.

Within minutes, the creature's tail was put into a splint to keep it from moving to much and causing to much pain, and now Peabody and Sherman found themselves searching the land for it's pack or at least home. It was a dangerous place, the dog knew, so he kept his pup and his pup's temporary pup close by him to keep them both safe. They were almost attacked only once by some sort of flying creature, but the dog thought quickly and struck a torch he just so happened to have with him and held it above them to keep flying creatures away.

"Now, if I am correct, then the creatures home should be aro- Sherman, listen to me and do exactly what I say, set your little friend down and back away as slowly as possible." Peabody said in a quick whisper, his face paling ever so slightly. "Don't run until I tell you too."

"Why, Pea...Body..." Sherman's face was as white as his father's fur when he saw what he did.

Adult, and very angry looking versions of the creature in Sherman's arms were glaring at them, not happy to see one of their children in someone else's arms. The creatures growled and bent their long necks so they were directly in front of the boy and the dog. Sherman gulped, but then did as Peabody instructed him and set the creature down. He then began to slowly back away from them as the parents and child were reunited. This did nothing to quell their anger though, and Peabody backed away too as he waited to give his signal, and the moment their eyes closed just for a moment-

"Sherman! Run!" Peabody announced as the father and son duo took off sprinting back to the WABAC, with a group of angered adults running after them and then-

"Peabody!" Mrs. Chien cut in suddenly, holding up her hand for emphasis. "You mean to tell me, that you took my grandson in the future, back to the past in a giant space apple or time machine, then got into some trouble when you crushed an animals tale, and were run after by its parents?"

"That is exactly what I am saying." Peabody said, laughing softly as he spoke. "Wait until I tell you about the time we accidentally had the past unwritten and I almost didn't adopt Sherman."

"Peabody, how on Earth do you come up with this?" The woman asked with a soft laugh. "This is utter-nonsense."

"Well, you know mother, this could be a hit cartoon one day." The dog mused, taking a sip from his teacup that he had almost forgotten about during story time.

"Or a movie." Mrs. Chien added, shaking her head slowly. "But you should not base every step of reality off of a dream you had.

"It wasn't so much a dream mother, as it was- Oh never mind. It may be easier if I showed you, but we would have to go back to New York to get the WABAC." Peabody said quickly with a shrug.

"If you can do that and come visit me in the past, then I will believe every word of it." Mrs. Chien challenged, smirking softly as she did.

"I accept your challenge, mother. But first there is something that I will need from you first." The woman raised a curious eyebrow at him, wondering what exactly that something would be. "Do you still have that old newspaper clipping?"