Free Mr. Peabody & Sherman Junior Novelization (Mr. Peabody & Sherman) by Erica David

get you, dog!” he shouted before slipping out of sight.
    PLONK! This time King Tut appeared. “Penny, my bride!” he yelled as he slid off the glass.
    “We really need to get back to the past!” Mr. Peabody said, concerned.
    “Looks like the past is coming to us,” Sherman replied.
    Meanwhile, Miss Grunion, the Petersons, and the cops were following the WABAC from the ground in a police car. They sped through the streets of the city in hot pursuit of the shiny red time machine.
    “Follow that orb!” Miss Grunion shouted.
    Suddenly, the air crackled and seemed to split apart! A giant wooden horse fell out of the swirling vortex in the sky and landed right in front of the police car. The impact was so hard, it sent the car flying into the air!
    A hatch opened in the rear end of the Trojan horse. King Agamemnon poked his head out just in time to see the flying police car. It was headed straight for him!
    “Arghh!” he shouted, ducking back inside.
    The police car smashed through the rear of the wooden horse and skidded to a stop inside. Dazed from the crash, Miss Grunion, the Petersons, and the police climbed out of the car.
    Agamemnon flipped open the hatch again to investigate. He came face to face with Miss Grunion and reared back in horror. “What sort of creature are you?” he asked. “Are you a gorgon? A cyclops?”
    “The name’s Grunion,” she answered, offended.
    “It talks!” Agamemnon screamed, slamming the hatch shut.
    Miss Grunion shook her head in disgust. One glance at the city streets told her that the Greek king wasn’t the last historical figure she’d meet today. The streets were practically crawling with people who’d fallen out of the hole that had opened up in the sky.
    All history had broken loose, and she knew just who to blame.

N ew York was a big city, and the people who lived there were used to seeing some unusual things, but they had never seen anything quite like this. The past was literally pouring into the present!
    Albert Einstein, the famous physicist, was seen jaywalking on 72nd Street. At 125th Street, Marie Antoinette was seen chasing a cupcake truck. In Midtown, Leonardo da Vinci sped through Times Square in a flashy Italian sports car, and Sigmund Freud, the father of psychoanalysis, strolled through the East Village.
    Inside the WABAC, Mr. Peabody, Sherman, and Penny looked down at the chaos.
    “There’s got to be another wormhole somewhere,” Mr. Peabody said, determined. Deep in concentration,he scanned the WABAC’s display screens. “Aha! There’s one!”
    He reached across the navigation console and slapped the launch button. Sherman and Penny leaned forward in anticipation. The WABAC’s engines surged, propelling them into the wormhole.
    Seconds later, the time machine reappeared right where it had started.
    Sherman turned to Mr. Peabody. “What happened?” he asked, confused.
    “We didn’t go anywhere,” Penny said uneasily.
    Mr. Peabody groaned. “All the wormholes are looping back to the present!” He’d been afraid something like this might happen. “The WABAC has no way back!”
    Just then, a police helicopter swooped down in front of the ship. Before Mr. Peabody could react, the chopper launched a giant net. The net fell over the WABAC, putting an end to the time machine’s journey. Mr. Peabody had no choice but to land.

    The WABAC touched down in the middle of Central Park, which was overrun with historical figures from the time vortex. If Sherman didn’t know better, he’d have thought he was looking at a costume party. King Tutand his Egyptian servants raced across the Great Lawn, Robespierre and the French peasants traipsed through Strawberry Fields, and King Agamemnon and his Greek army trooped through Sheep Meadow.
    A squadron of police cars arrived with lights flashing and sirens blaring. Miss Grunion jumped out of the lead patrol car, flanked by a troop of police officers.
    “Come out, Peabody … with your paws in the air!”