Snips: What They Can't Explain

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with another baby Sherman chapter.

Also, since Acen 2014, I've finally found enough confidence to start posting my comic series Science Clockwork, which I wrote years ago during High School featuring: Stage one Ursula Code! So be on the look out for that on my deviant Art account listed on my profile.

P.S: I reread this chapter recently and found that I really wanted to add to it so I decided that I would spice it up a bit and repost it as a new chapter.

Bad Jokes From Sad Clowns:

History would often range from exciting and bright events, such as the painting of Mona Lisa and the first time man ever flew, to the dark times of the plague and of war. Peabody was no stranger to events such as these, but Sherman was still a boy, whose eyes and mind just weren't ready for that sort of thing. Still, Peabody felt a need to teach the boy about these events, and whenever he felt that Sherman was becoming a bit to frightened by these things, he would throw in a little joke to brighten the mood just a bit.

"Are you scared, Sherman?" The dog asked his son, who was currently floating down a slow flowing river in Egypt with him as he taught Sherman to swim.

"N-No." The boy stuttered, as he kicked his short legs a bit.

"Sounds like someone is in de Nile." A soft chuckle emitted from the dog, who looked down at the small boy for a reaction.

"Someone is in the Nile! Two someones!" Sherman giggled, splashing the water a bit as he spoke. "You and me!"

Glasses To See With:

Even on the day Peabody found Sherman, the baby had wore a set of glasses. They were black frames, circular in shape and about an inch in thickness much like Peabody's own pair. They were rather heavy though, and would often fall unceremoniously down the child's face at times, again much like Peabody's would if he tilted his head at an angle or if he moved his head to quickly. At times, it almost seemed coincidental that the glasses were so much alike, often leading to several tie ups between the father and son over them. One event that happened only once in the house hold over the glasses occurred when Peabody had misplaced his glasses and in a desperate attempt, had borrowed his son's glasses for a moment and found that they were the same prescription as well. One eye nearly blind, and the other only blurry.

"How odd." The dog muttered, inspecting the two sets of frames side by side. "They are just like mine."

He shook his head and placed his glasses back on his nose, and was about to give the baby back his, when he realized he had made a mistake and was quick to fix it.

"I apologize, Sherman. I seem to have taken your pair." He said, about to switch the glasses, but then quickly putting them back side by side again. "Or have I?"

Interesting Is The Way:

Passing the time was something that the father and son often did with one another. Wither it was spent in a local history museum, the park, or even a trip in the WABAC, the father and son duo took a great deal of fun spending time with one another. Even if it was just a quiet afternoon in the pent house, the two always seemed to find some topic of discussion that kept their interest for hours on end.

"Sherman, I still think that is impossible." Peabody laughed, sipping from his teacup idly as Sherman took a sip of his juice between sentences.

"It is not! I re-read the appendix of the book twice and it even mentions it!" Sherman giggled, setting his now empty cup aside as he leand back into his soft seat.

"I re-read the same appendix, and while it does mention them, it does not say that it is possible." The dog replied, mirroring the boy's actions by setting his teacup back in its coaster. "There is very little chance that the eagels would have a change of heart if asked nicely to take the fellowship to Mordor."

Last Names Go a Long Way:

Sherman had been left in an alley with nothing but a blanket, his glasses, and a name-tag. On this tag was a simple first name, no middle or last name, just a first name. When he was adopted by Peabody, however, it only made sense that the boy would receive his adopted father's last name, and Peabody was more than happy to give his last name. On the day the adoption papers and Sherman's birth certificate were sighed, the dog proudly sighed his son's name on the appropriate lines.

'Sherman Ted Peabody'

Played On the World's Smallest Piano:

Before Sherman was adopted by Mr. Peabody, a dog being the father of a boy was unheard of. It was also unheard of that a boy of the age of one could be so skilled in playing the piano. Again, this was all unheard of before Mr. Peabody adopted Sherman. Ever since that day, it was very well heard of, from the top of the highest apartment complex in New York, a set of two pianos both being played in unison.

One was played by a boy tie wearing dog, and the other was played by a glasses wearing child. The larger of the two pianos always played a complex and colourful piece, while the baby piano often tapped along its own, simplified version of the other's piece. Somewhere along the line, the two sets of playing would fall into rythme with one another, creating a new and rather lovely sound that both inhabitants of the house loved to hear.

Color Scheme of you and me:

Red was used as an accessory. It was the color of Sherman's curly hair, and the color of Peabody's beloved bow tie. This random splotch of color seemed to be the only popping color those two wore on themselves. It was a little spot, but it stood out and they seemed to prefer the look that way. Just a little going a long way.

White was another color the two unknowingly shared. It was the color of Peabody's fur and the same color in Sherman's long shirt, making Sherman look a lot more like to his father than it should have. Still, the shirt had quickly become one of Sherman's most prized possessions, and the only thing he seemed to wear on most days when he was off of school. It was because of this, that he nicknamed any of his white shirts his 'Puppy shirt'.

black was the color chosen for the frames of their glasses, which in a bizarre twist, were also identical. It was a color and style that the father and son refused to give up, even when it began to lead to confusion between the two. It was because of this that the colors brown and emerald were the only colors that the two males seemed to have to themselves. Not that it was a bad thing, because a little originality never hurt anyone.

Peanut Butter Mash Up and History Tests:

For the longest time, chocolate was something that was outlawed in the house of Peabody. With him being a dog, it was just something that was too harsh on his system, much to his son's disappointment and then later his understand. In Sherman's friend's house, they would all get chocolate as a reward for doing something good, but in Peabody's house you got an alternative to chocolate.

"And then I got an A+ on my history test!" Sherman concluded proudly, holding up the paper for his father to see. "The teacher even gave me credit for writing an essay on the back of the paper about the revolution!"

"That is very good, Sherman. Excellent use of the word Advantageous." Peabody beemed proudly as the dog looked down at the paper.

"The teacher had to look that one up in the dictionary! She was really impressed that I knew it and she said that I have a very vast vocabulary!" Sherman beemed, holding the paper up a little higher as he spoke.

Peabody smiled warmly at his son, knowing the exact reason why his son had saved that bit of news for up from his chair, the dog walked over to the pantry and took out the jar that contained not only his favorite treat, but his son's as well. By now, the younger of the two had already gotten out two spoons and was waiting at the table. The jar was brought over and placed between them, and the father and son spent some time together enjoying the treat of peanut butter.

Co-Owners of the WABAC:

"Can I drive?" Sherman asked for the millionth time one day.

"Of course you can't." The dog replied as usual, getting in the driver's seat and tapping away at the control panel.

"But its technically my WABAC." Sherman reminded him. "You did give it to me as a birthday present."

"Yes, but I also built it and included a set of rules in it." Peabody said, pointing to the wall at a hanging plague that contained said rules. "So technically, I still have some ownership over it."

Sherman's eyes left his father's and drifted over to the rules and began to scan over them quickly. They went as followed;

1: No driving under the age of 16.

2: With that being said, only myself (Mr. Peabody) is allowed to drive.

3: "Don't even think about it Sherman." If spoken, please refrain from doing whatever action you were about to go through with.

4: Just because you are my pup, doesn't mean I am counting your age in dog years.

5: I have already gone through every loop-hole in the book. "Don't even think about it Sherman."

"Oh come on! That is so not fair!" Sherman groaned, slapping a hand over his face. "Why do you get to make the rules?"

"Sherman, you will have to learn that life is not fair." Peabody said with a simple shrug. "And that the rules are set to protect you. Also, I have that authority over you as both your father and the partial owner of this device."

"Fine, then as co-owner of the WABAC, doesn't that technically mean I get to instill my own rules?" Sherman pointed out quickly, an idea suddenly forming in his mind.

"As long as it does not involve changing my rules, then yes you may." The dog said, shaking his head as he pulled out a magic marker and handed it to his son.

Sherman took the marker and rushed over to the rules list and began to write his own rule.

In case of a catastrophic event that causes time to unravel, Sherman is allowed to drive the WABAC into a time vortex before the age of 16.

"Sherman, you do realize the odds of that happening are slim to none?"