It was a beautiful New York night to air some live television. In his dressing room, Mr Peabody prepared for another night of great historical guests, and whatever unexpected calamity that was also destined to derail the show in some form or another. He did have the feeling that he was forgetting something, but couldn't place from what. By the time he had an inkling of what he was missing, it was time for curtain call.

"Ladies and gentleman," Orchoptitron announced as the show began, "Dreamworks Animation proudly presents, your hosts, Mr Peabody and his boy Shermannn!"

As per the usual, Mr Peabody and Sherman descending their respective staircases and onto the main stage.

"Hello everyone!" Mr Peabody greeted. "Tonight's show is going to quite a good one indeed! You see, first we have-"

Peabody was cut off at the sound of the elevator door opening. Everyone turned to look at the interrupter- and it was someone no one had ever seen before. It appeared to be a woman in her mid twenties with an average height and athletic build, she had some hints of Indonesian descent with her course dark hair french braided into a low bun. The unknown woman wore a turquoise, cap-sleeved wrap dress that tied at the waist and paired it with chunky black platform heels. She was absolutely radiant under the studio lights- that is, until she noticed the studio lights, and then the studio cameras, and then the studio audience...

"Oh… Mylanta..." the woman whimpered as she started to back up to the elevator in escape.

"Jane, wait!" Mr Peabody immediately reacted. He rushed over to her and took her hand. The woman looked down at him and for a moment gave a sign of relief while also looking terribly panicked.

"You know this person Mr P?" Sherman curiously inquired, looking the woman up and down suspiciously.

Giving a sigh, Mr Peabody turned his attention back to the audience. "Everyone in the audience this is… Jane. She's… she's my date for tonight."

"You have date!?" declared a shocked Sherman- the studio audience themselves giving proud claps at the dog's decision to get into the dating game.

"Well, yes." Peabody agreed before started to rub the bridge of his nuzzle. "However, I had forgotten to schedule our date for after the show- not during." To Jane he said, "I'm so sorry Jane. I didn't mean to do this to you."

"This… is live, right?" the woman asked, eyeing the cameras in some fear.

To this, Mr Peabody gave a bright smile and even stood a bit straighter. "Why yes!" he agreed, leading the audience into another celebratory applause.

"Hey Mr P!" Sherman then cut in, "I just had an idea! What if… you and Jane had your date during our show tonight!"

"What?" Mr Peabody and Jane then questioned, each with their own tone of surprise. The audience seemed to eat the idea up as if it were the greatest thing since sliced bread. Hearing them slowly dictate what had been promised a quiet evening, Jane quietly asked;

"So our date... will be broadcasted… On live television?"

"Exactly!" Sherman cheerfully declared, granting another applause from the audience.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, Jane." Mr Peabody assured her. "We can always reschedule."

"I'm already here." she offered with a weak smile.

"Well then," Mr Peabody decided, "Sherman, if you will, the Time Travel envelope!"

"I've got it right here Mr P!" the boy happily told them as he started to dig through his pockets. What he pulled out was definitely not an envelope. "Here it is! Oh wait, no that's my virtual pocket pet. Hang on… It's right, oh wait, no, that's my toothbrush."

"You just… keep that in your pocket?" questioned Jane under her breath. Sherman didn't seem to hear her as he dug further into his pockets, pulling out several more dubious items before finally pulled out the envelope.

"Told ya I had it." the boy proudly declared before giving the envelope to Mr Peabody.

"Thank you Sherman." the dog thanked before turning his attention to the audience. "Now, please give a warm welcome to Mrs Arugula Hughes everyone!"

From her usual entrance, the old lady that was hardly ever seen without her desk rolled beside the trio. Preparing her stamp to notarize the envelope, Mrs Hughes noticed Jane and gave a few inquisitive grunts.

"Oh, this is Jane." Mr Peabody answered as if it were no big deal. "Due to an error on my part, we're having our date during the show."

Mrs Hughes looked Jane over- giving the young woman the same feeling as being x-rayed without consent before the notary gave her approval, stamping the envelope and Jane's forehead. The act surprised Mr Peabody for a moment while Sherman and the audience gave a good laugh.

"Um..." the dog tried to say as he regained composure, "Mrs Hughes everybody!"

Watching Mrs Hughes roll away, Jane got down to Mr Peabody's height and carefully whispered;

"What kind of company to you keep here?"

"The kind that keeps things complicated." he hissed back. The funny look Jane gave him was meant to broadcast that she was not assured by this answer, but Mr Peabody ignored it for the time being. He still had a show to run, after all.

"So Jane," Mr Peabody then proudly told his date as he led her to his usual Time Travel spot, "This is the part were I do Time Travel, and there's a couch right here for you rest and collect some sanity before we continue."

"Thanks for the warning." Jane snorted as she sat down on said couch. Mr Peabody gave her a pleased smile before turning his attention to the time travel envelope. To the audience, he said,

"Oh, this one will be really good!"

. . .

Sherman and I used the WABAC to travel to 1925 Broadway to meet with the famous choreographer, Russell Markert. You see, Markert was the founder of the Radio City Rockettes- however, before their big debut (and before Radio City Music Hall was even built), they were only an aspiring dance troupe referred to as the 'Missouri Rockets.'

We were able to locate Markert in a rehearsal room at the Roxy Theatre, in which he was instructing his 16 very lovely ladies in their routine..

"One more time, from the top!" he commanded to the room with a clap of his hands. A collective groan from the dancers indicated that they were not happy at all with this.

"Urg, he said one more time five times ago!" one dancer complained.

"If we have to do that routine again, I'm going to die." another agreed in a droning whine.

"I think Susan is dead." someone else decided, pointing to one dancer who had fallen spread eagle with flies gathering around her body.

Seeing that his dancers were tired and bored out of their minds, Markert rubbed his temples before declaring, "Take five ladies." allowing a resounding sigh to collect throughout the room.

Seeing this as the opportunity to greet Markert, I humbly asked, "What seems to be the matter Russell?"

Giving me and Sherman a quick look at, Markert sigh. "My Missouri Rockets are set to perform before the Broadway play Rain or Shine tonight and I have word that a famous showman is going to be in the audience. So, I figured, why not give my dancers a signature act? Something that will really knock the socks off that guy?"

"So why don't you?" Sherman foolishly asked.

"Because boy!" Markert declared, "Memorable choreography is blood, sweat, and having a good insurance plan in case one of your dancers is injured! I've tried everything with my Rockets- salsa, time steps, even tribal rain dances!"

"I thought your dancers were trained intensively with ballet, tap, and jazz?" I curiously inquired.

"They are." Markert replied in a flat tone. "They're all wonderful girls, but no matter what we do, it just can't work in a single file line (because that's how all the best acts are performed, of course)."

"Why not something like this?" Sherman suggested before striking a pose- his hands at his hips, his leg out and feet pointed, his body turned roughly 45 degrees, and his head looking straight ahead. The sassy expression he held really completed the look.

Despite being rather impressed at first, Markert quickly shook his head. "No, no, no!" he insisted. "I need something more than just a cute pose- it needs to have energy! Movement! Pure kinetic momentum!"

It was a very fascinating conundrum that Markert had gotten himself into, and if we couldn't help him, then one of America's most famous icons could never be realized…

. . .

"Welcome back everyone!" Sherman greeted as they came back from Time Travel. "Mr P is on a date! While it is kinda weird to have you r dad date someone you didn't know existed until now, it's also important that they know each other well! Which is why our next segment is called Coffee Cliche!"

The audience applauded at this- giving them some time, Sherman then went on to explain, "Everyone knows that the best place to meet your future s/o is at a small, local cafe! Which is why I have right here a complete cafe set, including real working cappuccino machines!"

"Sherman," Mr Peabody gently laughed, "Jane and I already..."

"Enough talking and put this on!" the boy declared as he slapped a barista uniform (complete with hipster goatee) onto his adoptive father. In a moment where Mr Peabody was sure he blacked out on, he found himself behind the counter of a cafe set. Jane, meanwhile, was getting pushed to the counter by Sherman. Once in place, the adults exchanged an awkward glance.

"So..." Mr Peabody started, if only to get this awful roleplay going. "How can I help you today?"

"Um..." Jane nervously started to say, "I… guess a latte? Being a single mother of a little girl is kinda hard sometimes, you know?"

"Oh, you have a daughter?" Mr Peabody mused as he made the latte. "I have son! How old is she?"

"Thirteen."

"Years? That's not much older than-"

"Months." Jane corrected. Surprised (for some reason) at the young age, Peabody suddenly lost his balance and the hot beverage went flying through the air. Everyone watched in awe and horror as it soared through the hair and right onto Jane.

The young woman let out a surprised yelp as the liquid started to run down her dress, falling over her shoes and onto the floor in an ungraceful heap. Much to her horror, the studio audience started to roar with laughter. Jane looked at them and fought the urge to scream as she started to scramble back to her feet and out of the penthouse.

"Jane!" Mr Peabody shouted as he tried to catch up with her, taking off his barista costume in the process. He only stopped for a moment to glare at the cameras. "Why are you still rolling?" he demanded. "Go to break! Now!"

Production Notes: After a series of random occurrences, I'm back! I'm just not... working on Nuclear... yet. I really love unconventional family that makes up Mr Peabody, Jane, Sherman, and Eleanor, I just have a hard time writing for them. x_x Besides Nuclear, I have a Sherman and Eleanor fic planned (that has been sitting since 2016) where the two are just home alone for a day or so while Peabody and Jane go on their third honeymoon. But this fic isn't either of those- it's a mock episode of The New Mr Peabody and Sherman show! I think I'm the... third person to do this? The difference though is that this isn't in script format like the others (mostly because script format is against FanFiction's guidelines, and also because I'm not comfortable writing that way) but hopefully I can get something that moderately resembles an episode of the show!

I'd place this episode sometime during Season 1, mostly because I want to OC insert Jane and Eleanor in a few key episodes; Favor for Christine and The Wrath of Hughes are two on my list. OC inserts are cathartic for the writer, fight me on it. Also, speaking of the show, do you think Maria Garcia would ship Jane and Peabody? Or do you think she would be a self shipper? Or maybe she'd ship Peabody with Mary Anning? Either way, I'm not sure how long each chapter will be- my word goal for Time Travel is about 300-500 words, so the rest can be left for the main bit and our fabulous production notes (aka author's note!).

Any who, enough rambling, thank you for reading and remember that coffee shop AUs are law!