"IT IS 1816, ENGLAND. GEORGE THE III IS CURRENTLY THE REINING MONARCH OF BRITAIN, AND ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE HAVE TIME-TRAVELED BACK TO THIS DARK, SPOOKY ERA WITH MR. PEABODY TO MEET WITH ONE OF HISTORY'S GREATEST AUTHORS—MARY SHELLEY!!"
(*lightning strikes in the background*)
"Good evening Mrs. Shelley," Peabody tipped his hat to the woman, who was clad in a violet-colored Victorian-style dress. "I, am Mr. Peabody, and these are my associates, Rocket and Bullwinkle."
"Hello ma'am!" Rocky tipped his flight helmet to Mary.
"Talking animals…" Shelley paused to think to herself. "Now I've truly gone mad…"
"I can assure you that's not the case, ma'am!" Peabody exclaimed, stopping Shelley from closing the door to her flat. "We've simply arrived to offer you an idea for a novel, completely free of charge!"
"SHELLY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF THIS STRANGE OCCURANCE, NEVERTHLESS SHE SIGHED AND OPENED UP THE DOOR SOME MORE."
"Alright, do come in…" Mary replied, then called; "PERCY! We've got company, be a peach and make them some tea…"
"Yes, dearest..." Percy replied. Mary Shelley's husband was a very handsome Englishman in a plum waistcoat and trousers with a starched, white shirt. He was the kinda guy that looked like he'd arrived off the set of Pride and Prejudice, or the Lord of the Rings.
"MAKE SURE TO BE WITH US NEXT TIME FOR "Pull yourself together!" OR "The Monster of BULLWINKLESTEIN!!"