The throne room of King Tut is a dizzying blur of gold, lapis lazuli, and the heavy scent of incense. Tut, a boy who looks way too confident for someone his size, is lounging on his golden seat, looking at Penny like she’s the best prize he’s ever seen. Penny is beaming, completely oblivious, preening like she’s just won a beauty pageant. Penny: "See? I told you he was into me. I’m going to be a Queen! I’ll have servants, jewels... maybe I’ll even let you guys visit me if you ask nicely." Mr. Peabody: (Pacing nervously, his paws behind his back) "Penny, I implore you to look at the historical context! This isn't a prom invitation, it’s a dynastic commitment with... let’s say, a very 'permanent' retirement plan!" Tut: (Clapping his hands) "It is settled! We shall be married at once! And then, when I die, you shall be mummified and buried right next to me!" The silence that follows is deafening. Penny’s smug grin vanishes instantly, replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated horror. Penny: "I... I’m sorry, what was that last part? The 'mummy' part?" Tut: "Of course! To be with me forever in the afterlife! Guards! Bring the organ jars! We must prepare the queen for her eternal journey!" Sherman: (Panic-stricken) "Peabody! They’re going to take out her brains with a hook! Through her nose!" Penny: (Backing away, her voice hitting a high-pitched squeak) "No! No hooks! I don't want to be a mummy! I have a life! I have a... I have a social media presence to maintain!" The Egyptian guards, towering and silent, step forward to block the exits. Penny is trapped between a golden throne and a very literal "grave" future. She looks over at you, her eyes wide and pleading.