A/N: My step-mom showed me this website called 'Damn you autocorrect', my sister (Cooliochic5) wrote two fics with auto-corrects so I wrote one and today thought I would give it another go.
Peabody V.S Technology:
He was a genius for God's sake! and yet here Peabody found himself at the mercy of a metal device whose soul purpose was to be a form of quick communication to his son. So far, he had pocket dialed his neighbor twice, had the phone go off during a meeting, and now he was stuck having to deal with the autocorrect! So far, the autocorrect had to be worse thing that came with this phone, and he made sure to delete every message with an autocorrect that lead to a lapse of communication, such as the one he had just that afternoon, which was a Conversation between himself and his neighbor, Source.
S: Hey Peebs. Whats up?
His response was almost instant, and as usual it was as long as the day is.
PB: Not much, I was just about to head out when something occurred, so I had to stay home to attend to it. In case you're wondering, I had ripped my favorite jackass.
Source blinked and began to chuckle at the last word of the message she saw before cracking up loudly. That couldn't have been what her neighbor meant at all, not after what he did to censor the language in his home. Then again, this was Peabody she was talking about! She never knew what he meant! To know for sure, she quickly typed out a response.
S: Lol, your what?
PB: My JACKET! Dumb it! I was cumming over to scrape you and now I can't cause of the studio jacket. And what is Lolo?
PB: Ignore. All. Of. That. I apologize, because I haven't a clue what any of that was originally supposed to be.
By now, Ursula was cracking up loudly. So loudly in fact that her baby had woken up from her nap even though she was in the next room over. She laughed so hard, that it took her a full five minutes before she actually stopped to reply to the message.
S: LOL- Laugh out loud. Oh, and I'm screen-shotting this.
PB: Madame, you've spelt Delegate wrong.
PB: *Delete.
S: Well, so did you XD
It was Peabody's turn to be confused when he saw that little thing on the end of his neighbor's message, so he deiced to question her on it just in case it was her phone experiencing its own autocorrect.
PB: What is that thing? That XD on the end of your message?
S: XD - this? Its a laughing face :D
PB: Is it really? Well then, that is A Dora bowl. But you do hand-sanitizer that no human ever graphs like that, rice-cube?
PB: ... I'm just going to call you.
He didn't try to text her anything more after that, though he did try to send a quick text message to Sherman who was more than likely almost on his way home from school, and Peabody tried to be very careful on how he worded his sentence to prevent another autocorrect, and yet the text still went a little something like this:
'Sure-mice, headed out two the stork. Dopamine any Tinkerbelle from dare?'
"Um, Sherman? What was your dad trying to say?" Penny asked, re-reading the text yet again.
"Either hes mad, not wearing his glasses, or heading to the store and wondering if I need anything from there." Sherman translated while shrugging his shoulders and tossing his phone back into his pocket.
"We really need to take that auto correct off." Penny muttered, shaking her head slowly.
"Yeah, that or we could just sit back and laugh at all of the mistakes hes been making."
"Yeah that too." Penny shrugged and giggled softly. "Sure-mice, your dad is a smart dog, he'll get the hang of it."
Slang Terms V.S Peabody:
While Peabody did not really get into the whole swing of things when it came to his new phone like Sherman assumed he would, that did not mean that his son was the same way. In fact, he was exactly the opposite and now his phone had practically became glued to his hands. He almost always seemed to be texting someone, and when he wasn't, well something like this usually happened:
"So, Sherman." Peabody began, trying to get his son's attention for just a few minutes. "How was your day?"
"O, uk. Tbau." The ginger boy said, not once looking up from his phone.
"Sherman, what does that e-" The dog was suddenly cut off by his boy laughing his head off.
"Lmfao! Pens' totes adorbs!" Sherman said, quickly replying to whatever was on his phone before finally stopping and looking back at his dad. "Class today was total drag, like I said B-four. Hbu?"
"Sherman, in this household we speak English, not bingo." Peabody said sternly, watching as his son got up and walked away to the livingroom. "The word is before, not B-4!"
"Lol, I'm quoting you on FB." Sherman called over his shoulder idly, then tossed himself onto the couch.
"The neighbor told me what that meant! You most certainly are not laughing out loud." Peabody replied, a hint of annoyance in his tone. "And if you don't start speaking properly then I'm taking away your cellphone. Your phone bill is through the roof already."
"TISNF! (That is so not fair!)" Sherman exclaimed, jumping up suddenly and stamping his hands on his hips.
"You sound like Penny on an off day!" Peabody shot back, rubbing his temple tiredly. "I had to look up half of the things your told me this morning on some site called Hispter. COM!"
"Lol, realz?" The boy asked, suddenly very amused by his new lingo. "That's totes the bomb!"
"Realz?" Peabody groaned, slapping his face with his paw and groaning. "Fine, Sherman if you won't play fair, then neither will I."
"What?" Oh crap, Sherman you've taken things way to far.
"Lol, totes yolo happened, swag Starbucks, and social networking sites!" The dog said, impersonating his son. "Hash-tag: TGIF!"
"No, dad! Stop it, you're ruining it!" Sherman groaned, taking his phone out. "Fine! I'll stop using slang!"
"I knew you would." Peabody smirked, turning back on his heels and going back to what ever it was he was doing before trying to get Sherman's attention the first time. "Just so you know, I'll do the same thing if you ever try to go through a goth or hipster phase."