00:23Hello again, Peabody here, Sherman and I are on our way into the past as usual and today's
00:29journey should be an exciting one. What shall I set the way back for, Mr. Peabody? Date-wise, Sherman
00:34set it for July 14th, 1865. And the place? A steep peak in the Alps, 14,780 feet high. It
00:43is called
00:43the Matterhorn and we shall be there when it is conquered by Lord Francis Douglas. It was a short
00:49journey and a cold one. Before we could catch our breath, we were standing with Lord Douglas and his
00:54party in the town of Zermatt. Towering over us was the mighty Matterhorn. Oh, this infernal delay has
01:01worn my nerves to a frazzle. Are you ready to make your ascent, Lord Douglas? Have been, you know, since
01:07three this morning. Why are you waiting? Because no one has said go. You mean you and your men have
01:14been
01:14standing here all that time waiting for somebody to say go? Yes, I suppose that does sound a trifle
01:19loud to you. Sherman, do Lord Douglas a favor and say go. I'd be glad to, Mr. Peabody. Go.
01:27Underway at last, the Douglas party lost no time in climbing. We followed their progress with a
01:31spyglass and were startled five minutes later to see they were already halfway up. That must be some
01:36kind of record. Yes, it would be, if it were Lord Douglas. Huh? Look again, Sherman, you'll see that
01:41Lord Douglas is in a race for those climbers halfway up are a party made up of Italians. How can
01:46you be
01:46sure? Look closely, my boy, and you'll see. I don't see anything different about them except
01:52their snowshoes. That's it, Sherman. Those snowshoes are pizzas. Suddenly the door of our
01:57chalet burst open and in stumbled one of Lord Douglas's guides. Lord Douglas is doomed! Before
02:04he could elaborate, the guide collapsed. What do you suppose he meant, Mr. Peabody? Only one way to find
02:09out, Sherman. We must scale the Matterhorn ourselves. Well, the climb was a simple one for Sherman and me
02:14due to the fact that we lived in my penthouse apartment, you know, and for exercise we would
02:19scorn the use of the elevator every so often and use the stairs. Well, we reached Lord
02:23Douglas's camp in no time at all. And I say we turn back. But you can't let the Italians beat
02:29us,
02:29old boy. It isn't the Italians, old man. It's the... It's what, Lord Douglas? The abdominal snowman.
02:37The who? A creature who inhabits snow-covered mountain, Sherman, and throws snowballs at
02:42people. My words were followed by a bombardment of the aforementioned objects. How the devil can
02:47I conquer the Matterhorn with a snowball in my face? Sherman, being all boy and a yard wide,
02:55was all for sending up a bombardment of his own. I had other ideas, though, and set the party to
02:59constructing three snowmen of our own. This sure is fun, Mr. Peabody. And a half hour later,
03:05we were rid of the abdominal snowman and free to resume the climb, for under my direction,
03:09we had erected a bridge game consisting of three snowmen, a table, a pack of cards,
03:14and four chairs. It wasn't long before our attacker joined the game. And if I knew bridge,
03:20this game would last a long time. By George, that was positively wizard. Onward!
03:27The ascent continued, and although no one voiced it out loud, each man harbored a fear the Italians
03:32would reach the summit first. Unfortunately, as we rounded the bend, we found the Italians had run into bad
03:37luck, and we're quitting. It's all his fault, Luigi here. I'm telling him once,
03:43I'm telling him a thousand times. Last hundred feet to the top, you gotta climb with rope.
03:49What does he bring? A spaghetti. On me the balls. We'd give you some of our rope,
03:55old boy, but we don't have any. I guess we can't get to the top either. Oh, that's too bad.
04:02Tell you what. You can have a nice dish of hot spaghetti. The spaghetti gave me an idea. I promptly
04:10tied the ends together and doused the whole thing in snow. The spaghetti hardened and was as good as
04:15the strongest rope, if not better. Lord Douglas Sherman and I were the only ones willing to scale the
04:21summit with spaghetti, and so while the others watched, we made a final assault. The spaghetti held
04:26up, and it wasn't long before the three of us were standing on the top of the Matterhorn. Warmed by
04:31the
04:31climb, Lord Douglas removed his fur parka and hung it over a scrawny tree. I'll give you three
04:37guesses, Sherman, as to what type of tree that is. Pine? No. Oak? No. I give up, Mr. Peabody. What
04:45kind
04:45of tree is it? My boy, that is a Douglas fir.
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