A short red head looked at the ball on the floor and then at the shattered pieces of vase scattered around it. He could already hear the sound of his guardian shuffling from his office. Whatever happened, Sherman knew this was not going to end well.

"Sherman!" the dog yelled as he saw the scene below.

"I'm sorry Mr. Peabody. I was just throwing the ball up and down and it slipped out of my hand and…" the boy's voice slowly got quieter as he looked at his toes.

Mr. Peabody frowned. "I've told you before Sherman, and I believe I made myself quite clear. No playing ball in the house! Now, you are to clean up this mess immediately and then go to your room. There will be no trip to the park today. Do you understand?" he said sternly.

"Yes, Mr. Peabody," Sherman replied, gloomily walking over to the cleaning supplies closet.

Mr. Peabody shook his head as he walked back to his office. He could not wait for Sherman's birthday, for then maybe his WABAC idea would give Sherman the running room he needed.