Strange Times in Betland

Oh, my friends. A bit of a crisis here at the old Poderosa.

It all started yesterday. With our buddy Huckleberry Hound. You all know Huckie.

























Well, of course, yesterday was Mother's Day. It was also the day of Mr M's clarinet "salon music" recital in B'burg at 7pm. I was going to be there, as was Sherman, and Huckleberry wanted to attend as well.

But Huckie was also missing his mom. Maw Hound.

He wanted so much to have a visit with Maw Hound on that most special of days, Mother's Day. And of course the Huckiemobile only has a top speed of 25mph, and there was no way he could get there, give her a big blue-dog kiss on the cheek, and get back for Mr M's recital.

And Mr Peabody generously stepped in with a suggestion.

Peabody showed Huckie how he could use the WABAC machine to travel through the miles without traveling back in time. He could push a series of buttons, pop down to Alabama, see Maw Hound, travel back, and end up back here in time for the ride to B'burg.

Huckleberry was grateful and took Peabody up on his offer. He strolled into the WABAC about 11am.

However, as happens when blue dogs get together and get to talking over old family times, he left it a bit late coming home. When he saw the time, Huckie started to worry about being late and missing his ride to B'burg. Since the Huckiemobile only has that top speed of 25mph, he had to be ready when I pulled out of the driveway.

And so he frantically started pushing some extra buttons on the WABAC to gain speed.

Bad idea.

When Huckie arrived at the Poderosa Sunday afternoon, he was, well, changed.

























He apparently threw himself many years into the past. He's just a pup, a baby Huckleberry.

I was freaked out about the whole thing, but the other characters here at the Pod seem to have taken it in stride. Bunsen Honeydew rocked him to sleep last night. Good Luck Baby Lily has had a ball playing with him all day today. He's been fed by Quick Draw McGraw, put down for his naps by Sherman, and changed by - well, by me. No one else seems to want to deal with diaper duty, so that one fell to the Pod Owner.

Turns out those extra buttons Huckie pushed in his panic caused some sort of jam in the WABAC. Mr Peabody has been reading frantically and spending time in the machine with his tool kit. He finally found the problem, but the solution involves him making a new coil for the Age Combustion System. It could take another day for him to build one.

In the meantime, "Rock-a-bye Huckie, in the tree top....."

Oh, the fun we have at the Poderosa.

Anyone interested in an acro this week? If you are, tell me, I might work one up.