Mr. Peabody & Sherman Junior Novelization (Mr. Peabody & Sherman) Read Online Free PDF Page A

with her or watch her while she’s brushing her hair … or anything.” Sherman’s eyes glazed over as he lapsed into a daydream and his hand reached out to stroke her beautiful blond hair.
    “Aha!” Mr. Peabody exclaimed, snapping Shermanout of his reverie. He found a loose tile in the stone wall and pushed it. The wall rumbled and slid back, revealing a secret passageway.
    Mr. Peabody and Sherman ran down the dark corridor, which opened into a vast chamber with high ceilings. The floor was composed of elaborately decorated square tiles, each bearing a hieroglyph.
    Sherman was about to step on one of the tiles, but Mr. Peabody held him back. “Careful,” he warned.
    Mr. Peabody looked closely at the squares and realized he would have to step on them in a certain order. Otherwise, he and Sherman could stumble into a deadly trap. Luckily, the hieroglyphs on each tile showed him the way.
    Mr. Peabody leapt from one tile to the next, hopscotching his way across the room. He recited the meaning of each hieroglyph aloud as he jumped so Sherman could follow the pattern. “ ‘The boat … of Ra … sails straight … to … day.… Take … the wrong boat … man … will pay.’ ”
    Mr. Peabody landed safely in the passageway on the opposite side of the room. “Now it’s your turn, Sherman,” he called, cautioning him to follow in his exact footsteps.
    Sherman was nervous. His palms were sweating, but he knew that sometimes even the bravest explorers got a little sweaty. He jumped out onto the floor squares and spoke the words in a shaky voice. “The boat … of Ra … sails straight … to … day.… Take … the wrong boat … man … will play.”
    Just then, Sherman looked down. He’d landed on the wrong tile. “I mean
pay
!” he said, hopping quickly to the right square. But he wasn’t fast enough. The tiles around him rumbled ominously with a sound like thunder. They split and cracked, and within moments, the entire tomb started to crumble. Stones fell from the walls, and the floor itself began to disintegrate.
    “Run!” Mr. Peabody yelled.
    Sherman sprinted the last few feet and dove into the passage where Mr. Peabody was waiting. They raced down the corridor as the floor broke apart behind them, stones slipping away beneath their heels. The passage opened into a cavernous space with two golden boats sitting side by side in the middle of the room. Each boat was docked on a wooden platform in front of a stone chute.
    “The boats of Ra!” Mr. Peabody shouted over the roar of crumbling tomb. “One boat is the way out; the other will send us plunging into darkness and certain death!”
    “What?” Sherman asked, alarmed.
    Mr. Peabody quickly scanned the chamber, looking for the mechanism to launch the boats. His eyes came to rest on a row of three stone blocks, each painted with a sparkling scarab. He studied the blocks for a moment and figured out what he had to do.
    “Sherman, get in the boat! As soon as I move these blocks together, it’s going to move very fast,” he told him.
    “Which boat?” Sherman asked. He could barely hear Mr. Peabody over the rumble.
    “That one!” Mr. Peabody answered, pointing.
    With all the commotion, it was hard for Sherman to see which boat Mr. Peabody was talking about. Chunks of stone dropped from the ceiling, churning up dirt and dust. Sherman sprinted through the falling stones and hopped into the boat on the left.
    Mr. Peabody arranged the scarab blocks in the proper order and launched the ships. Both boats rose on their platforms and tipped forward into the chutes. At the last possible moment, Mr. Peabody scrambled through the rubble and jumped into the boat on the right.
    “We did it, Sherman!” he said triumphantly. When Sherman didn’t answer, Mr. Peabody spun around. The back of his boat was empty!
    In the chute across from his, Mr. Peabody watched as the other boat slid into view. Sherman was riding at the helm. When