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Smells Like Adsila	By : WritingDude Category: +M through R > Mr. Peabody & Sherman Views: 5758 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Mr. Peabody and Sherman nor do i make money money off of the characters. This is just to entertain.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Epilogue
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As the elevator doors opened, Mr. Peabody's jaw dropped as he gawked at the atrocious apartment. There was food scattered all over the floor, empty bottles of his champagne and wine on the table, the tv was playing reruns of an old cartoon and to his left was graffiti that read "SUCK MY DIK" in red. At first he scolded, then some guy woke up from behind the couch and caught his attention.
"Hey, man," he said, rubbing his head, "you know where Jacob is, he's supposed to give me a ride."
"No but I have a few questions," Mr. Peabody said, as he started cleaning, "First question: Who are you?"
"Ummm...Zack."
"Okay Zack, second question: what are you doing in my house?"
"Oh shit, you're the owner? Siegel said you wouldn't be back until Monday."
"It IS Monday."
"Shit man. I honestly had no idea."
"Probably because you drank too much of my wine; third question: where is Mrs. Roberta Siegel?"
"Uhhh...did you check the John?"
"Who?"
"You know, the John. Oval office? The Crappin Seat? The Think Tank? The Fire Hydrant for people? The-"
"Toilet, it's called a toilet."
"Well, last time I saw Siegel, she was on the toilet."
"...Not very courteous, in my opinion: fourth and final question before I have the cops come over: where is Sherman?"
"Ummm...what are we talking about now?"
"Sherman, my son? A little boy with firery red hair and has the same type of glasses I'm wearing?"
"Uhhh...well, there was this one kid that showed up trying to shut us down, but I honestly-"
Mr. Peabody then pounced on Zack and grabbed him by the shirt as he bared his teeth.
"If you did anything to my son," he growled.
"Holy shit man, chill," Zack said eyes widen, "I'm sure he's find...I think."
Mr. Peabody then dropped Zack and reached for his suitcase; he then pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911.
"Don't you DARE move until the cops show up!" he barked at Zack as he was about to stand.
"911, what's your emergency?" asked the female 911 operator.
"Hello," he answered as he went upstairs, "I'd like to report trespassing at my domain and possible endangerment of a minor."
"How old is the minor?"
"7 years."
"Please state your name and address."
"Mr. Peabody and 259 Hawking Drive, top floor."
"One sec, please."
As Mr. Peabody waited for a reply, he came across the bathroom door, which was opened halfway. He then opened the door entirely and saw Mrs. Siegel sleeping on the toilet with her pants down. Mr. Peabody then banged on the door, which woke her up almost instantly; it was at the moment the the 911 operator got back to him.
"Alright, Mr. Peabody, 911 officers are on their way to investigate. Please do not leave the vicinity until they arrive and thank you for using the 911 emergency hot line. Have a great day."
"Thanks, you too," he replied before hanging up.
"Who was that?" Mrs. Siegel asked, pulling her pants up.
"The police; Mrs. Siegel, I expected better from you. Throwing a party without my consent? Digging through my wine to get these hooligans intoxicated?"
"Hey, just because I'm 47 that doesn't mean I can't have some fun every once in a while."
"And what would your husband have to say about your behavior?"
"All he has to know is that I'm watching a kid for the weekend."
"Oh, thanks for reminding me: WHERE IS MY SON???!!!!"
"In his bed, sleeping like a baby. He was antsy at first, but a couple sleeping pills later and a small glass of wine, he didn't make a sound."
"You gave him wine?!"
"It was a small cup, what's the big deal?"
"You're not supposed to-you know what, why am I even wasting my time with you? You're fired!"
"For what? Putting your kid to bed?"
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, NOW!!!!"
Mr. Peabody then started barking at her and chased her to the elevator doors. As she was cornered, she frantically pressed the buttons as he growled at her. He stood his ground before the doors opened and revealed two police officers; that's when Mr. Peabody regained his posture.
"We got a call from a Mr. Peabody," one of the officers said, "about trespassing and possible endangerment of a minor?"
"Officers," Mr. Peabody said, straightening his bowtie, "this woman was in charge of taking care of my son and not only did she make him drink an alcoholic-" *to Mrs. Siegel* "-which is ILLEGAL by the way!" *to cops* "-but she also through a party without my knowledge or consent."
"And where were you when this all happened?"
"In Washington D.C. explaining what happened last month to the President."
"You mean with the giant wormhole in the sky thing?"
"Precisely."
"And is your son okay?"
"I was actually going to check on him."
"You do that, we'll take it from here."
Mr. Peabody nodded and was about to race upstairs to Sherman's bedroom, but when he saw Sherman at the stairway, he stopped at his tracks. Sherman stood there silently with a worried look on his face as of he saw a guy rob a gas station.
"Oh, morning Sherman," Mr. Peabody said, "how are you feeling?"
"Ummm...find," he replied, "I heard you barking."
"Well, naturally; I am a dog."
"But, you've never done that before."
"Like what, act like a dog?"
"No, I mean...ummm."
"Well, nevermind that now, how about you get ready for school while I make breakfast?"
"...Ugh, right...school."
Sherman then went to his room and took off his pajamas as Mr. Peabody finished cleaning and prepared breakfast. After putting on his school uniform and polishing his glasses, he went downstairs and sat at the table with a frown on his face.
"Something wrong Sherman?" Mr. Peabody asked, handing him a bowl of cereal.
"School's boring," Sherman said, stirring his cereal.
"Oh, why's that?" *sits across from Sherman*
"I'm just sitting in a classroom learning about things I already know. What's the point?"
"To interact with your friends, of course."
"Some friends; they all think I'm a know-it-all."
"But you DON'T know it all, Sherman."
"I know more facts about history than the teacher does; honestly, there are days where I could be teaching the class.
"Now Sherman, remember our talk about bragging-" *in unison* "-It's not nice to brag, if anything, it's a drag."
"I know Mr. Peabody, I know," Sherman said, finally eating some cereal, "but that doesn't change the fact that my friends think I'm a know-it-all."
"Then maybe you should make new friends; friends that accept you no matter how much about history you know."
"Thanks Mr. Peabody."
"Anytime Sherman; now, come along, let's get you to school."
As Sherman grabbed his backpack, he followed Mr. Peabody downstairs to their motorbike and fastened their helmets. They mounted the bike and as Mr. Peabody started the engine and they rode out of the garage and onto the street. At the first red light after leaving the house, Sherman finally remembered what he was going to tell Mr. Peabody earlier.
"You've never barked at anyone before," he said, plainly.
"What do you mean, Sherman?" Mr. Peabody asked as the light turned green.
"I mean, I've never actually heard you bark at someone."
"Well I typically don't do it, I usually express my displeasure in...words."
He was quiet for a moment before Sherman said, "Mr. Peabody?"
"Well, will you look at that?" Mr. Peabody pointed out, changing the subject, "someone wasn't watching where they were going."
Sherman then looked to his right and saw a limo was crashed into from behind; the back door was brutally damaged and the window was shattered to pieces. Cops were investigating the accident while medics carried a body into the ambulance. The body was covered, save for the yellow hair that glistened in the sunlight.
"I hope they're okay," Sherman said.
"Oh he's find Sherman," Mr. Peabody said, "he'll just be spending some time in jail for DUI."
"I was talking about the person in the ambulance."
"Oh, well, we'll see Sherman."
Sherman was about to continue the previous conversation, but they had already stopped by the school before got a chance to say something.
"Have fun at school, Sherman," Mr. Peabody said as Sherman stepped off the motorbike.
"But what about-" Sherman began.
"We'll discuss it after school, okay Sherman?"
"Okay."
"Good boy, I'll be here to pick you up at 2:30 and not a minute more. I love you, son."
"Same here, Mr. Peabody."
They then fist bumped before Mr. Peabody headed back home; Sherman then walked into the school and headed down the hallway. As he walked through the hall, he smiled and decided to think positive; he said "hi" to almost every student he walked by and they either said hi back or simply waved. Sherman then stepped into his classroom and stood at the doorway was most of his classmates glared at him.
"Ummm...hi guys," he said confused, "is there something on my face?"
"I can't believe the know-it-all came to school," one of the students whispered to another, "I thought he'd drop out."
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Who ruled France during the Revolution?" a student asked.
"King Louis XVI of course."
"The French Revolution."
"The French Revolution happened between 1789-1799; King Louis XVI was king until he was deposed 1792 and executed the following year."
"Okay, what about Napoleon?" another asked, "Was he as short as everyone says he was?"
"Well, not really; he was a little over 5 and a half feet, so he certainly wasn't our size."
The class glared at him for a moment before Sherman said, "I'll just...take my seat then."
As Sherman sat down, Ms. Betty's heals echoed the room as she entered and sat at her desk. She flipped her hair behind her neck and took out the attendance sheet to check everyone present.
"If you did your assignment for the weekend," she said after taking attendance, "please place them on my desk. If you did not, you can hand it in tomorrow but that will be 10 points off."
Sherman reached for his backpack and tried to find his assignment but only had note sheets, old assignments, notebooks, his agenda book and his pencil poach. He sat there confused as everyone else handed in their assignments before he realized he never got a chance to do it.
"Something wrong Sherman?" Ms. Betty asked.
"I," Sherman began, "I didn't do it."
The class then burst out into hysterical laughter upon hearing the news. They then spewed out comments like "Mr. Know-it-all was lazy!" or "He must've forgotten to do it before Ms. Betty walked in!" Sherman just bowed his head in shame as he wiped a tear from his eye.
"1, 2, 3, eyes on me!" Ms. Betty exclaimed standing up.
As the class was dead silent, she said, "That outburst just got everyone but Sherman detention after school."
The class groaned as they went back to their seats; Ms. Betty then handed everyone a quiz before asking Sherman to step outside for a moment. As Sherman stepped outside the class, Ms. Betty followed and closed the door behind them.
"So what happened Sherman?" she asked.
"Well," Sherman began, "I was going to get started on the assignment, but my babysitter wouldn't let me get started. She made me watch movies, play video games, eat more junk food than I should and she made me go to bed early so I never got started."
"Oh, Sherman that's terrible."
"And that's without mentioning what happened last night when she made me drink wine. Seriously, why do adults drink that stuff?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry Sherman, I-" *turns to class eavesdropping* "GET BACK TO WORK!!" *back to Sherman* "-sorry, I'll tell you what, you take as long as you need on they assignment and I won't take any points off when you hand it in."
"Thanks Ms. Betty."
"It's the least I could do; you're a good boy, Sherman. You deserve more friends."
They then hugged it out and went back to class. While Sherman was in school, Mr. Peabody was in his room doing his daily meditation after cleaning the house. With his legs folded and eyes closed, he was in a trance ignoring the world around him.
Suddenly, he had a flashback to the first time he bit someone; he tried to stay focused but it just kept haunting him. He then thought about being muzzled and how he was detained for his behaviour. He then opened his eyes and breathed heavily as he placed his heart on his chest.
He then looked at his watch: 11:15. He sighed as he got up and walked downstairs for some lunch. He made a liverwurst sandwich with lettuce, tomato and mayonnaise on whole wheat bread with a glass of fresh water. He then sat on the couch and turned on the tv, which was just starting a commercial.
"Are you confused?" a woman's voice asked.
"A tad," Mr. Peabody replied before taking a bite.
"Are you unsure about what the next step in life is? Geffen Therapy is here to help you figure out what that is. Our highly trained professional therapists have been helping people with depression, anxiety, and ptsd for over 30 years. In addition to scheduled appointments at our office, we also provide sessions via Skype, phone or they can come to you in house. Just call 1-800-Geffen and with just an hour of your time, we'll help you figure things out. The first session is only $10.99 with 10% off subsequent sessions. Call 1-800-Geffen now."
Mr. Peabody, after finishing his sandwich, thought about it for a moment as a rerun of an old sitcom played. Is it worth it? Does he really need professional help? He then remembered Sherman's face from this morning; the look of shock and utter speechlessness just made his heart sank.
Mr. Peabody then took a deep breath and picked up his phone. He dialed the number and muted the tv as the phone rang; after a brief second, the phone was answered by a young man.
"Hello," the man began, "thank you for calling Geffen Therapy, where we help you figure out the next step in your journey through life. My name is Don, how can I help you?"
"Hello," Mr. Peabody replied, "I'd like to schedule a session with one of your therapists."
"Name please, sir."
"Mr. Peabody."
"Is that your full name, Mr. Peabody."
"Actually it's Hector Peabody, but I just prefer Peabody."
"Okay Mr. Peabody, would you like to schedule your appointment at our office, via phone, Skype or in house?"
"In house, please."
"Please state your address."
"259 Hawking Drive, top floor."
"One moment please."
"Okay."
After waiting for about a minute and a half, the man came back and said, "Alright so, your session will be today at 2:00 p.m. with Ms. Diane Siegel. Your bill will be mailed to you within 24 hours after receiving this call. Do you have any questions?"
"1 question," Mr. Peabody said quickly, "how long do sessions typically last?"
"At the very least, they last up to an hour, but no more than 2. Anymore questions."
"No, thank you."
"Great, thank you for calling Geffen Therapy and have a great day."
"You too, bye."
"Bye."
After hanging up, Mr. Peabody pondered for a moment about the phone call.
"How convenient Diane is to be my therapist," he said to himself, "and wait; 2 o'clock? That means I need to pick Sherman up early. But first, groceries."
Mr. Peabody then used the elevator doors to head to the garage and mounted his motorbike to get errands done. First he went to the bank where he withdrew some cash for groceries. Then he stopped by the wine shop to replace the wine bottles he lost; after purchasing new wine bottles, he went back home to put them in his wine closet before headed to the grocery store. He bought mostly pasta, sauce, and cheese, but also spinach and mixed vegetables. He then took the groceries home and went to the school to pick Sherman up.
Meanwhile, everyone was reading quietly in Ms. Betty's class as she was grading the assignments. For some time there was silence, before the phone next to the door rang. Ms. Betty got up from her desk and answered the phone; after speaking softly for a moment, she hung up and turned to Sherman."
"Mr. Peabody is here to pick you up, Sherman," she said.
"Already?" Sherman asked, confused, "I thought he'd pick me up after school."
"Guess you're just lucky."
As Sherman packed his things he headed to the door as Ms. Betty took her seat.
"Hey, Ms. Betty," he said stopping at the door.
"Yes, Sherman?" she asked.
"Do you wanna hang out this weekend? Maybe play some video games or walk through the park or-"
"Teacher's pet!" a student from the back shouted.
"Excuse me, Sherman," Ms. Betty said politely, before turning to the student, "YOU, TO THE OFFICE RIGHT NOW!!!"
As the room echoed, the student got up and stormed to the office without saying a word.
Ms. Betty continued, "You're really sweet, Sherman and I wish I could; but I already made plans with my boyfriend to see a movie this weekend. Maybe next time, okay."
"Okay," Sherman said, disappointed, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye Sherman."
"Bye."
Sherman left the classroom and made his way to the office with a frown upon his face. When he got there, Mr. Peabody was reading a magazine only noticed him when he looked up.
"What's wrong Sherman?" Mr. Peabody asked him.
Sherman said nothing.
"Sherman, what's wrong? Did something happened?"
Sherman kept his mouth shut as Mr. Peabody took him to the motorbike. Sherman finally mumbled something as he put his helmet on.
"What was that, Sherman?" Mr. Peabody said, starting the engine.
"No one wanted to be my friend," he said.
"Why not? And don't tell me it's because they think you're too smart."
"It's not that, they also blamed me for getting them detention."
"Why would they do that?"
"All I did was forget to do the assignment, and-"
"Wait, what?"
"Mrs. Siegel never let me get started; I thought I told you."
"Well you did now."
"Anyway, then they started laughing and Ms. Betty-"
"Ms. who?"
"Oh, we got a new teacher last Friday; she's really nice, helpful and loud when kids misbehave. I asked if we could hang out, but she had already made plans."
"And your old teacher?"
"Fired for bringing something called crack to school. What's crack Mr. Peabody?"
"You were saying about your day at school?"
"Oh right, anyway Ms. Betty gave them all detention after they laughed at me for forgetting to do the assignment. Then when lunch came around, they all kept their distance from me as if I had the plague."
"That's awful, Sherman."
"But the worst part was when one of them called me a teacher's pet."
Mr. Peabody then placed a paw on his chest as they stopped at a red light. He then looked at Sherman and sighed in sadness as he looked back at the rode. The light turned green and they moved forward; they said nothing until they reached the garage.
After mounting off, Mr. Peabody hugged Sherman; while surprised at first, Sherman hugged back.
"Sherman," Mr. Peabody said, "I'm so sorry. Maybe it'd be best if you were to change schools."
"But then I wouldn't see Ms. Betty again," Sherman said.
"You really like Ms. Betty, don't you?"
"Well, she said she wouldn't take points off the assignment if I handed it in by the end of the week."
"I guess you made a friend after all."
"Even though she's my teacher."
"Especially if she's your teacher; do you think you'll go back for her?"
"I guess."
"And with any luck, tomorrow you'll make a friend who's your age?"
"I hope so, Mr. Peabody."
Mr. Peabody looked at his watch and said, "Welp, I have a therapist coming in a few minutes, how about you start your homework?"
"Why do you need a therapist, Mr. Peabody?" Sherman asked as they stepped into the elevator.
"Oh right, well you see, this morning I acted a little out of character and I think this might have something to do with what happened a month ago."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I feel like it's only a matter of time before...well."
"Before they take me away because you might bite someone again."
"That's been a recurring nightmare as of late."
"But I stood up for you, remember? I'm a dog too."
"It's not about being a good dog, Sherman; it's about being a good parent. I'm quite proud of being an intelligent dog, but I'm more proud of being your father. I don't want to the next moment of being a dog to be the last moment of being a parent. Do you understand, Sherman?"
After the doors opened at the top floor, Sherman said, "I understand."
"Good," Mr. Peabody said as they entered the living room, "now, get to your homework and when you're done, why not read a book or draw a little?"
"Ok, Mr. Peabody. Hope your meeting with the therapist goes well."
"Thank you, Sherman."
As Sherman headed upstairs to his room, Mr. Peabody went took out some tea bags from the drawer and put them in a stove base tea pot. He then poured water into the pot and while it was boiling, he took out a bowl and turned the oven on to 425 degrees. He filled the bowl with 2 cups of flour, a teaspoon each of sugar and salt, a tablespoon of baking power, a stick of butter and 3/4 of a cup of milk before stirring. He then placed 12 dabs of dough on a tray before popping it in the oven; once the timer was set for 12 minutes that's when the tea pot whistled. With oven mitts in hand, he took the pot and filled the cups half way. After that, he grabbed another tray to put the cups on as well as the cream and sugar. Once placing the tea on the coffee table, the elevator doors opened with a young redheaded woman in a striped grey suit stepping out.
"Mr. Peabody?" she asked, looking around.
"Over here," he said, waving.
"Oh, hi Mr. Peabody; how have you been?"
"Well that's what we're going to find out, isn't it."
"Quick question, do you have a girlfriend?"
"No, Diane; I don't have a girlfriend. Why not have a seat?"
"Oh right, of course."
As she sat by his side, Mr. Peabody asked, "Care for some tea?"
"Maybe later," she replied, straightening her clipboard and gripping her pencil, "So, what's up?"
"A lot actually; I'm confused, anxious, scared maybe? In any case, I need some help."
"That's why I'm here; why not you start from the beginning?"
"Well, I guess it all started last month; after preventing the space time continuum from collapsing, I've been trying to be a better parent to Sherman. But recently, I've been acting more aggressive when protecting Sherman."
"How so?"
"Well, about a week after the whole ordeal, during one of my trips, I was being interviewed by a well a know television host. David Letterman, I believe it was."
"Yeah, I remember watching that; the way you describe your trip to ancient Egypt made me laugh myself to tears. "Looks like we were the butt of that joke!""
She laughed for a moment before saying, "Sorry, I'm supposed to be professional and I'm laughing at a butt joke."
"It's quite alright," Mr. Peabody assured, "it was rather hysterical now that you think about it."
"And when you described working with Leonardo DaVinci; I wish I was there and-"
"Diane?"
"Sorry."
"I know you're a fan, but we're here on business."
"Right; so, did anything happened while you were at the interview?"
"It was actually before the interview where I wasn't myself. Someone backstage was reading an article about Sherman standing up for me when he said "I'm a dog too." I didn't see who said it, but I specifically heard someone call him-" *clears throat* "-a dog with a retarded haircut."
"That's awful."
"Yes, and I was rightfully offended; I started shouting and growling at almost everyone in my vicinity before someone from the network asked me to calm myself or they'd half to reschedule."
"Do you feel you acted appropriately in that situation?"
"Well...I suppose not. I mean, in my mind I wanted to tell that individual that that was my son but I guess I didn't act it out properly."
"Was there another-"
The oven timer went off before Diane could finish her question.
"Hold that thought for a moment, please," Mr. Peabody said before getting up.
He turned the oven off and after putting the oven mitts on, he took the biscuits out and used a spatula to place several of them on a plate. He then carried them to the coffee table and placed them down gently before taking off the mitts.
"They'll be cool in a few minutes," he said, "you were saying?"
"Right," she continued, "was there another instance where you weren't yourself?"
"Well, just the week before, while I was out shopping with Sherman, he desperately needed to relieve himself. I guided him to the boys room, but as we approached the restrooms, a woman was loudly disciplining her son for going into the girls room. Sherman simply made an observational comment and the women turned to him and told him not to intervene."
"Wait, she just told him that?"
"No, of course not; that's what I was about to tell Sherman before she spewed her rage directly at my son."
"May I ask what she said exactly?"
"You really want to hear it? It's really vulgar."
"I'm 23 going on 24, I think I can handle it."
"You asked for it: "Shut the fuck up you fucking brat and mind your own fucking business!""
Diane took a biscuit and took a bite out of it without looking away from Mr. Peabody.
After swallowing, she asked, "And what did Sherman say to the woman before she raged at him?"
"He just said the little boy "broke the #1 rule" about being a boy: going in the girl's room."
"What was Sherman's reaction?"
"He cried...he cried harder than the boy being disciplined. And to make matters worse, he urinated right then and there."
"What did you do?"
"First I took Sherman into the boy's room and cleaned him up. Then we stepped out and asked for and apology. Sherman was still wiping away tears and I was doing my best not to lunge at her and bite her arm. She denied wrong doing and the more attitude she was giving me, the more my fangs showed. It wasn't until an employee came that I hid my fangs; the woman was asked to leave and I was given 1/2 off all my purchases as their way of apologizing."
"It must've been hard for you; holding back wanting to bite her. Do you think you could have avoided the situation?"
"Honestly, I could've just gone to the front of the store with restrooms; but thankfully she was banned from the store, so there's a happy ending to that story."
"Any other instances where you felt like you could've handled it better?"
"This morning, now that you mentioned it."
"What happened this morning?"
"Wait, you were not made aware?"
"...Aware of what?"
"Your mother, she babysat for Sherman for the past month?"
"Mother Roberta or Mother Sonia?"
"Roberta, of course."
"Oh right, my alcoholic, teenager in a woman's body Step-Mom. Why'd you go with her again?"
"She wasn't an alcoholic when she agreed to watch Sherman."
"She's a different person when's she's sober."
"Noted, anyway she threw a party here without my consent, prevented Sherman from doing his assignment and broke the law by making him drink wine."
"You see, it's instances like this that make me question why Dad chose her over my real Mom. I mean, I know why; she felt he wasn't good enough for her, so-"
"In any case, I barked my head off while chasing her to the elevator doors right as the cops showed up. After they took her away, that's when I saw Sherman...who saw the whole thing."
"What was his reaction?"
"He was...speechless. He just started for a moment in what looked like complete shock."
"Did you discus the matter with him?"
"Yes, as I was taking him to school."
"What did you tell him?"
"I told him that I don't bark that often; this was the first time he's heard me bark."
Diane wrote down some notes for a moment before asking, "Have you ever acted aggressively in the past?"
"Hardly," he replied, "I'm typically a well behaved canine and only reach my breaking point in extreme cases."
"What counts as an extreme case?"
"Well...when Sherman was being pulled by the arm a month ago; that's a recent example."
"So whenever Sherman is hurt, you act aggressive towards others?"
"Only to those that are physically hurting him."
"But the instances when Sherman was being insulted, does that upset you just as much?"
"Well...in a sense. I mean, Sherman was bullied by students who thought it was silly that a boy was adopted by a dog. I was hurt by that, but I didn't bark at any of them because they were children."
"Do you believe adults should know better?"
"I do believe that, but I just can't fathom why I'd react the way I did."
"Do you regret your actions?"
"After seeing the look on Sherman's face today, yes. I should've acted more like a parent and walk away instead of an overprotective body guard."
After writing down some more notes, Diane said, "Okay, you basically summed up my diagnosis of your situation."
"Really?" Mr. Peabody asked, "How so?"
"Ever since you saw Sherman being hurt, you've felt like it was your job to protect him from anything you deem a threat. But the reality is, you can't and you need to accept that; otherwise, it's going to be almost impossible to say goodbye to him when he goes to college."
"I understand."
"Now that I think about it, don't you get lonely when Sherman's at school."
"When he first started school it was difficult to get used to it, but after getting into meditating, painting, watching quality tv, and reading good books, I've gotten used to occupying myself."
"Don't you ever hang out with other people?"
"Of course, on Friday when some of my friends are free from work we hang out, watch some football, the usual."
"Any plans for today?"
"Just taking Sherman to what Switzerland was doing during World War II."
"I thought you weren't allowed to use the WABAC anymore."
"No, I can use it but only once a month."
"Oh, okay. What time is it?"
Mr. Peabody checked his watch and said, "2:41."
"Still have time," she said, "wanna hook up?"
"What?"
"Think of it as a stress relieving exercise; part of my job."
"You think I'm stressed?"
"I didn't want to say it out loud, but all those interviews and speeches you had do go through? You must be tensed as fuck."
"Well, I am emotionally exhausted after all that; I'll get a condom."
Mr. Peabody then went to the kitchen and opened a secret slot next to the fridge and pulled out a wrapped condom.
"How about a little foreplay before the main event?" Diane asked, taking off her shirt.
"I don't see why not?" Mr. Peabody said, placing the condom on the coffee table.
Diane then undid her bra, exposing her spherical tits in all their glory. Mr. Peabody then unsheathed his dick from under his fur and relaxed as she shoved it in her mouth. She pulled her hair back as she bobbed her head with a mouthful of dick.
"Oh," he moaned, "you're a natural, Diane."
As she swirled her tongue around his dick, she started undoing her pants with her open hand. She then pulled them down to her knees before continuing to suck his dick. She then took her mouth off and sandwiched his dick in between her tits.
"Ahh yes," he cooed.
He trimmbled as Diane licked the tip while bouncing her cantaloupe tits upon his dick. She then put the whole tip in her mouth and swirled her tongue around as she compressed the shaft with her tits.
"I'm close, Diane," he said, breathing heavily.
Diane then picked her head up as his dick erupted on her tits. As Mr. Peabody was catching his breath, Diane smeared the jizz all over her tits like it was lotion. She then laid back and pulled her pants all the way off; exposing her unshaven pussy as she elected her leg.
"Care to return the favor?" she asked, seductively.
"Don't mind if I do," he said, putting his bowtie on the coffee table.
Mr. Peabody then leaned forward and slapped his tongue on her lower lips. As she began to moan, he licked around her pussy as fast as a fan.
"Oh yes!" she exclaimed.
Mr. Peabody then placed a hand on her thigh as he licked inside her vagina. She began to moaned louder with excitement as she squeezed one tit with her right hand and placed her head with her left.
"Yes!" she yelled, "Oh God, yes!"
"Mr. Peabody!" Sherman called from upstairs, "Is everything okay down there? I hear screaming!"
"Everything's find Sherman!" he called back, "We are just having a little fun."
"Can I join?"
"Did you finish that assignment yet?"
"Umm...not yet."
"Well when you're done, then you may come down."
"Okay."
"Assignment?" Diane asked.
"Answering 100 questions about U.S. history," Mr. Peabody replied, "Now to continue."
Mr. Peabody then smeared his tongue around her clit and looked up at her for a moment without letting up. As she was squeezing her breast, she moaned and yelled with excitement. She got louder as she jerked her hips on the brink of orgasm.
"Oh shit!" she exclaimed, "So close! So close!"
She then filled the room with her screams as she squirted her juices on his face. She took deep breaths as he licked his face clean and wiped his glasses with a tissue.
"That..." she said, catching her breath, "that was...wow."
"Orgasm is a wonderful thing," he said, putting his glasses back on, "especially for a woman."
"Well how about you put that condom on and give me another one?"
"You sure you're ready for another one?"
"I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't."
"Very well."
Mr. Peabody then unwrapped the condom and slipped it on his dick like a plastic glove. He then positioned himself onto of Diane and guided his dick to her pussy. As he slid his dick inside her, she cooed blissfully while holding Mr. Peabody's head.
"Oh yes," she moaned as she was being fucked.
He held her right leg up as he thrusted at an even pace; he began to build up speed as she moaned louder. Mr. Peabody then licked her sides as she shuddered with excitement.
"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed, "That's it!"
She began sweating as her heart raced and her tits bounced. She clenched the side of the couch as she moaned loud enough to echo the room.
"I'm-" she began, "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!"
She then let out a cry of ecstasy as she shivered and jolted her hips. Mr. Peabody had already filled the condom with his semen and laid on top of her as he panted heavily.
"Wow," she said, exhaling, "that was...that was just...I think that was the best sex I've ever had."
"Glad you approve, Diane," Mr. Peabody said, adjusting his glasses.
As they sat up right, they fist bumped each other before Diane put her clothes back on. After Mr. Peabody put his bowtie back on, he took the condom off his dick and wrapped it in tissue paper before throwing it in the trash been. He then sat back on the couch and took a sip of some tea as Diane fixed her hair.
"So," she began, "you wanna do this again sometime?"
"Perhaps," he said, placing the tea cup on the tray, "provided Sherman's not home."
"Like when he's at school or...umm, Mr. Peabody, could you turn around?"
"Certainly, although I'm not sure-"
Mr. Peabody stopped talking as he saw Sherman just standing at the staircase, holding his assignment sheet and a pencil in his hands. He tried not to stare as the room was dead silent, turning his attention to the windows or the kitchen.
"Sherman, hi," Mr. Peabody said, nervously, "we, didn't see you there?"
"Well," Sherman began, "I actually just got here. What were you two-"
"We'll discuss it another time Sherman; did you finish your homework?"
"Well, that's kinda why I'm here."
"Welp," Diane said, gripping her clipboard, "I guess I best be going. You know, I got things to do, people to see; all that great stuff."
"Well it was a pleasure to have you hear Diane."
"Oh you can say that again-" *to Sherman* "-Peace out, Sherman."
"Bye," he said, waving.
As Diane went to the elevator doors, Mr. Peabody asked Sherman, "What seems to be the trouble, Sherman?"
"Well," he began, "it's about this section-" *points to the bottom of the second page* "-I wasn't there for that class, so I don't know it."
"Well, let's see-" *analyses section* "-oh, I see."
"What?"
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