Mr. Peabody & Sherman

Our story begins high over New York City...

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? (CHUCKLES)

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. -(GASPS OF AWE)

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! (WHISPERING) 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.

(CHUCKLING) 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. (LAUGHS)

"May we" have some cake?

Mais, oui!

Maybe she can't hear me through the hair.

Sherman, what the queen means is...

Ah! (LAUGHS) 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. (WHISTLES)

Hey, Mr. Peabody.

-What are you doing in here? -(SMACKS LIPS)

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! "

(CROWD CONTINUES CHANTING IN FRENCH)

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! -(CROWD CHEERING)

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! -(CHEERING)

Mr. Peabody! (GROANS)

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. -(GASPS)

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!

All right, Sherman, looks like it's time for a little pop quiz in the art of fencing.

-Go! -(BOTH GRUNTING)

Attack! Parry! Thrust! Repeat!

-No. -Remise!

-(SCREAMS) Good boy!

-(SOLDIERS LAUGHING) -(GRUNTS)

-Oh! -(ALL GASP)

-(GASPING) -Huh?

Ha-ha ! You missed!

I never miss.

-(SOLDIERS SCREAMING) Hop on!

Whoa!

Whoa ! Whoa!

Yeah! Whoa!

Yeah!

Do you smell that, Sherman?

It wasn't me, Mr. Peabody.

I know it wasn't you.

It's the methane gas in the sewer system.

And given the fact that it ignites at 306 degrees Fahrenheit...

we're about to use it...

to blast out of here!

Hang on!

Whoo!

Wow!

-Nice landing, eh, Sherman? -Oof!

So, what did you learn today, Sherman?

That French Revolution was crazy.

How so?

All those guys getting their heads chopped off...

and nobody standing up and saying it wasn't right.

And think, Marie Antoinette could have avoided the whole revolution...

if she'd simply issued an edict to distribute bread amongst the poor.