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

Miss Grunion ordered.
    The door to the WABAC slid open, and Mr. Peabody came out with his paws up. Sherman and Penny followed.
    “You’re under arrest for kidnapping, reckless endangerment, and a multiplicity of major traffic violations,” Miss Grunion informed him.
    “You don’t understand. If that giant wormhole keeps expanding, it’ll rip apart the very fabric of space and time!” Mr. Peabody protested, pointing to the churning vortex in the clouds.
    Miss Grunion glowered and clomped over to Mr. Peabody, pushing one finger into his chest. “Blah, blah, blah,” she muttered, unimpressed with his excuse. “For too long, you’ve bamboozled the world with your fancy jargon and that little red tie of yours, and look what’s come of it!”
    As if on cue, the wind picked up, lightning slashed across the sky, and the Parthenon—a famous Greek temple—dropped out of the vortex. It crashed to the ground just behind the squadron of police cars.
    Miss Grunion smirked. The universe had just proved her point. She turned to address the police officers, the historical figures, and the crowd of concerned citizens who had gathered in the park. “This is what happens when you let a DOG adopt a BOY! Take him away!” she shouted, snapping her fingers. “And keep a tighter leash on him this time!”
    The policemen hurried forward with a dogcatcher’s collar attached to the end of a long pole. Slowly, they closed in.…

M r. Peabody’s tail drooped as he watched the police approach. There was nowhere to run and nothing he could do. They snapped the collar around his neck roughly. Mr. Peabody yelped and dropped down on all fours.
    “Let me go! You don’t know what you’re doing!” he yelled. The police ignored him and marched him toward a waiting patrol car like a common dog.
    Sherman couldn’t bear to see his father treated that way. “What’s going to happen to Mr. Peabody?” he asked anxiously.
    Miss Grunion fixed him with a dark look. “Don’t you know what happens to dogs that bite?” she said threateningly.
    Sherman’s eyes widened as he realized what Miss Grunion meant. They were going to take Mr. Peabody tothe city pound! He couldn’t let that happen.
    “Wait!” Sherman shouted. “Mr. Peabody is the only one who can fix this problem!”
    “Mr. Peabody
is
the problem!” Miss Grunion snarled. “He has systematically broken all the rules!”
    “Sure, he has,” Sherman said, “but isn’t that what all geniuses do? What if Einstein had stopped at E equals mc, with no square? What if Galileo had just said, ‘Oh yeah, the sun goes around the Earth, that totally makes sense!’? What if the guy who invented penicillin just threw away the moldy bread? Where would we be then?”
    The police stopped in their tracks to consider what Sherman was saying. They looked uncertainly at the talking dog wearing the red bow tie.
    Miss Grunion noticed the police officers’ hesitation and stomped her foot angrily. “He’s through with chances. Now he has to pay for his mistakes!”
    Sherman hung his head. He was the one who had made all the mistakes, not Mr. Peabody. “I’m the one who used the WABAC without permission,” he confessed. “The only mistake Mr. Peabody ever made … was me.”
    “Sherman?” Mr. Peabody said quietly, his eyes filled with concern.
    Miss Grunion whipped her head around and fixedSherman with a hard stare. “You’re absolutely right, Sherman!” she told him smugly. “A DOG should never have been allowed to adopt a BOY in the first place!”
    Sherman knew Miss Grunion thought Mr. Peabody was a bad parent—mostly because he was a dog. But suddenly, he realized that the most important thing Mr. Peabody had taught him was that there was nothing wrong with being a dog—especially a dog like Mr. Peabody.
    Sherman’s eyes lit up as the truth dawned on him—and with it, a way to save his dad. He squared his shoulders and looked Miss Grunion in the eye. “Maybe you’re right, Miss