00:23Hello out there. Peabody again. For today's journey into history, we are going back to...
00:28Hi, Mr. Peabody. Hello, Florence. Florence? My name isn't Florence, Mr. Peabody. It's Sherman.
00:33I was in the process of explaining that we are going back in time to visit Florence Nightingale.
00:38You mean history's most famous nurse? Precisely. Please set the way back controls for the Crimean
00:42Peninsula in the southern section of Russia, site of the Crimean War. Got it. And the year? 1854.
00:48The way back, dependable as always, wasted no time in taking us to our destination,
00:52a field hospital just two miles from the enemy lines. Come on, Mr. Peabody. I'll bet Miss
00:56Nightingale is inside. She was, but we expected to find her beside a bed, not in one. Miss
01:01Nightingale, are you sick? Extremely. And ill is the word, young man. Where, may I ask, does it hurt?
01:08Where doesn't it hurt? You see, they call me the lady with a lamp because I go about administering
01:13aid by lamplight. Yes, we know. Yeah, but what you don't know is that the Russians took all our oil
01:19in
01:19the sneak attack. Therefore, my lamps are useless. I've been forced to go around in the dark. Golly,
01:25that could be dangerous. I noticed that. So far this week, I've fallen into 22 trenches.
01:32Well, don't you worry, Miss Nightingale. We'll get the oil back for your lamps. Won't we, Mr. Peabody?
01:36Of course. Sherman and I started off immediately, and under cover of darkness, managed to successfully
01:41slip into the Russian camp. Finding the oil drums was no problem, for they were stacked
01:44everywhere. So far, so good. Less than an hour later, Sherman and I were sitting atop a horse-drawn
01:49wagon filled to capacity with oil drums and heading back for the Allied lines.
01:53Just one moment. Where do you think you are going? Uh-oh, a soldier. I'll throw him
01:57off the track. The general asked us to bring these oil drums to him. Good. Then put them
02:02here in my tent. In your tent? Why? Why else? I'm the general. Sherman's boo-boo left us nothing
02:08to do but follow the general's orders. Seems silly that I would order oil drums brought to
02:12my tent, but I am general, so must be good reason. Quite right. Now, if you'll excuse us,
02:18but as we turn to leave... General, somebody has stolen a bunch of oil
02:22drums. Needless to say, that turret, we were quickly apprehended as spies and placed in a
02:27prison tent under heavy guard. What are we going to do, Mr. Peabody? It has become quite
02:31obvious the only way we can get the oil for Miss Nightingale is to have the general himself
02:35send it back. The general? How are we going to do that? That will be simple. The problem
02:39right now is getting ourselves some disguises. I solved that problem by taking the hair from
02:44a mattress on the cot and fashioning beards for Sherman and myself. Eluding our guards
02:48by slipping under the back of the tent, we went directly to the front of the general's
02:52quarters. Get me a bucket of oil from that drum, Sherman. Yeah, here you are, Mr. Peabody.
02:56Now what? First, I pour it on the ground, like so. General, could you come out for a moment?
03:03Coming, coming. What's over here? What's going on? What happened? It appears as though you slipped
03:09on some oil. Who are you? I am Mr. Peabodyski and this is Sherman Skovich. Nice to know you,
03:14but isn't the kid a little young to have a beer? Not really. You see, he's a little shaver
03:18who never shaves. Are you kidding? I will go get something to eat. Maybe it will calm my nerves.
03:24That is our cue, Sherman. Your eggs, General? Say, that looks good. Those eggs taste like 30-weight
03:33crankcase oil. Perhaps it's because they were cooked in 30-weight crankcase oil. Oil, oil. Every time
03:38I turn around, something is oil. Calm yourself, General. What you need is a nap. Good idea.
03:43If this keeps up, I'm going to have a nervous proposition. It's working, Sherman. Waiting
03:48until the general had retired and was fast asleep, Sherman and I crept up to a huge pile
03:51of oil drums which were directly behind his tent. I instructed Sherman to remove the peg
03:56supporting the key drum and gravity did the rest. Don't tell me what happened. I know
04:05it's oil. Oil to the left of me. Oil on top. Oil everywhere. With all the trouble this
04:10oil is causing you, you very well might lose the war. That's right. You got advice?
04:14Always. Why not send all of the oil to the Allies and let them have the trouble?
04:20What fiendishly clever idea. With a signed order from the general, we of course had no
04:24further trouble getting the oil back across the lines. You did it again, Mr. Peabody.
04:28Miss Nightingale's problems were solved. But such was not the case for the soldiers. Though
04:33they now had plenty of oil, there was an acute shortage of water. They had to bathe in oil
04:37at night before going to bed and again in the morning instead of taking a shower. One good
04:41thing did come of this, however, a famous saying that we use to this day. Mr. Peabody, you
04:47don't mean... Yes, I do, Sherman. It's oily to bed, oily to rise.
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