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TFP: Seekers Past 6Stuck
“So this is the Nemesis,” he said, smirking inwardly. He transformed and skidded to a halt inside the hanger. “It's bigger than I expected.”
A moment later he was peeking his helm through the door and into a hall, glancing in both direction for any sign of the Autobots. When he saw that it was clear he stepped fully into the open. “Wow.” His expression fell. “I'd have thought old Meggy would've at least tried to make his ship look like something other than a relic of Kaon.” He strolled down the hall, found another corridor to the left, followed it.
After several minutes of aimless wondering he let out an annoyed groan. “Why does everything look the same in here? And would it have killed them to put in better lighting? Talk about sucking the life out of a mech!”
“Who's there?” A shadow appeared at the end of the hall.
MPaS: Runaway 3Peabody’s intention was to wake Sherman up early, feed him an extravagant breakfast filled with all kinds of sugary goodness, then take him to Anaheim, California, July 17, 1955 to meat the beloved Walt Disney at the opening of his theme park. His son had seemed so distraught the night before, after his encounters with their cantankerous neighbor downstairs.
“Sherman,” he called gently as he opened the door to his son’s room. “Sherman, it’s time to get up.”
The boy shifted under his blanket, but made no move to leave his bed.
“Come now, Sherman.” The Beagle walked to his son’s side, sat on the edge of the mattress, nudged his shoulder. “I know I usually let you sleep in on Sundays, but I’m sure you won’t mind an early rise once you’ve seen when and where I’m taking you.”
“What about breakfast?” He was beginning to worry. Surely She
MPaS: Runaway 2Sherman moved his food around on his plate. He had lost his appetite hours ago and had yet to get it back. He payed little attention to the conversation going on. Only enough to know when the attention shifted to him, at which point he would “happily” stick a forkful of vegetables in his mouth.
He hoped that no one would notice his unusual mood. Of course, by the side-glances he was receiving, he guessed Mr. Peabody already knew something was different.
Time passed slowly, way too slowly for Sherman, as the adults chatted about things the children didn't understand, taking their time eating the exquisite meal before them. Finally, they were ready to move on to the den while the children retreated to Sherman's room.
“What's that smell?” Penny asked immediately upon entering the room. She pinched her nose shut in disgust.
Sherman sighed, dropping his shoulders. “Please tell me it's not a pickle smell.”
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