Mr. Peabody & Sherman 2

Our story begins

high over New York...

in the luxurious

penthouse apartment...

of perhaps the most unlikely

genius the world has ever known.

Oh. Sorry. You caught me

doing my yoga.

You were expecting

downward dog, perhaps?

My name is Mr. Peabody.

And since we're going to be

spending some time together...

I'd like to tell you

a little bit about myself.

You see,

ever since I was a pup...

it was clear that

I was different.

I tried to fit in...

No, thank you.

...but never could.

As I grew, I saw more and

more of my littermates...

being chosen by their new families.

But for some reason,

I never was.

Come on, boy!

Fetch the stick!

But why? Won't you

just throw it again?

It's an exercise in futility.

I don't want this one,

Mommy. He's sarcastic.

Wait, wait! Come back!

Throw the stick.

I'll stay, I'll heel,

I'll even shake hands.

Bark, bark?

So, without

a family of my own...

I dedicated myself to

the pursuit of knowledge...

culture, and athletics.

I received my degree at Harvard.

Vale-dog-torian, of course.

Yay!

And then, I devoted myself

to helping mankind.

I pioneered new techniques

in alternative energy.

Yay!

Resolved geopolitical

conflicts around the globe.

And in my spare time...

I invented the fist bump,

planking, tearaway pants...

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the backside Ollie...

and Zumba.

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But what I'm most proud of

is my son, Sherman.

Hi, Mr. Peabody.

Oh! Have you

told them about the WABAC?

I was just getting to that.

When I adopted Sherman, I vowed

to be the best father I could be.

To prepare him for all

the wonders of the world,

present and past.

And so, Sherman inspired the

greatest invention of my life...

a time machine.

Of course, time travel

can be a bit unpredictable.

There are bound to be

a few mishaps along the way.

Let's just say,

the Leaning Tower of Pisa

wasn't always leaning.

But there's

nothing like learning

the lessons of

history firsthand.

Right, Sherman?

Where are we going

today, Mr. Peabody?

Not "where," Sherman.

"When."

Whoa! This is the

biggest house I've ever seen!

It's the Palace of

Versailles, home of Marie Antoinette.

You know, she was mostly

famous for one thing.

Cake!

I love cake so much.

Marie Antoinette sure likes cake, Mr.

Peabody.

Oh!

Indeed she does.

Marie was a woman with a

prodigious appetite...

for all things

covered with frosting.

But her expensive tastes made her

the target of much criticism.

Why?

Because, Sherman...

during Marie's reign,

the common people

of France were exceedingly poor.

You've got any bread?

No! I'm exceedingly poor.

Now, can we have some cake?

Mais, oui.

Oh, yeah, sorry.

"May we" have some cake?

Mais, oui!

Maybe she can't hear me

through the hair.

Sherman, what

the queen means is...

Ah!

Let them eat cake!

When the queen heard the poor of

Paris could not even buy bread...

she said,

"Let them eat cake."

No!

I heard it myself.

It's a scandal!

It's an outrage!

Down with the queen!

Down with the monarchy!

Wait!

What kind of cake?

Smashing party, Your Majesty.

But now, I'm afraid

Sherman and I must be...

Sherman? Sherman?

Sherman!

Sherman?

Sherman! Here,

Sherman.

Hey, Mr. Peabody.

What are you doing in here?

Trying these other cakes.

There's one in here with whipped

cream and strawberries that's...

pretty fantastic!

Sherman...

don't you remember

why I told you to stay

close to me during

the French Revolution?

Because after

the French Revolution...

it was gonna rain?

Close.

I said, "After the

French Revolution comes...

the Reign of Terror!"

Round up the aristocrats.

The queen and her

aristocratic cronies...

must pay the price

for their gluttony.

We will slaughter them

like the dogs they are.

Starting with this one!

Mr. Peabody!

What should I do?

Nothing, Sherman.

Just stay right there.

But, Mr. Peabody!

Everything is going

to be fine, Sherman.

Just stay right there.

Off with his head!

Mr. Peabody!

A cantaloupe?

The lowest of the fruits.

Who dares to insult me

with this melon?!

Get that dog!

Mr. Peabody,

how did you escape?

It's simple, Sherman.

I noticed the distance

between the sewer lids...

reasoned that there must be one

directly under

the guillotine platform...

noted the loose board

under the basket...

computed the angle at

which the setting sun

would bounce off your glasses...

momentarily blinding

the executioner...

and chose that moment to swipe

the executioner's melon...

giving me the added weight to tip

the boards, facilitating my exit.

That's amazing!

It's not amazing.

It was just a matter

of keeping my head.

"Keeping your head."

I don't get it.

There he is!

After them!

Come, Sherman, quick!

Oh, this water tastes terrible.

Interestingly, that's not water.

Ha-ha!

I've got you now.

Indeed you have,

Monsieur Robespierre.

And what a master

of the chase you are.

Oh, you noticed?

Of course.

Doubling back on me like that.

That was genius.

Thank you.

I just hope you don't take

my little confederate, here.

I depend on him so completely.

Get over here, you.

Drats!

You're devilishly clever.

I know. And much quicker

than you as well.

But are you quick

enough for this?

Ha-ha! See? Quick!

Quick, yes, but not too smart.

Oh! Another cantaloupe!

Your sword!

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