Challenge: Dangling
Title: Junior Rodeo (Many Worlds 2)
Author: godsdaisiechain
Fandom: Big Bang Theory, Sense and Sensibility, Jurisfiction (Japser Fforde), Great Expectations, Sim City, Dr. Who
Type: Fic
Characters/Pairing: Leonard/Penny, Raj/Marianne Dashwood, Thursday Next, Miss Havisham, Howard, Sheldon, Penny, Bernadette, Stewart, Will Wheaton, Mrs. Wolowitz
Word Count: ~1300
Rating: PG
Summary: Leonard and Penny have made up after a fight and woken up in Leonard’s heterosexual bedroom. Penny finds her bras dangling from the electrical wires outside the apartment. Raj screams and faints. Briskets descend on Sheldonopolis.


First World
Penny looked out the window at the neat row of her padded bras dangling from the electrical wires outside 2311 Los Robles Ave.  All the new pink ones with the darling little polka dots. That Sheldon was going to be hogtied and injured.  Junior rodeo style.  Bernadette shook her head and made a strange sort of clucking noise. No, that had been the Dodo.

Penny’s lips quirked when she remembered the plaintive tone of Leonard’s voice when he had said “Oh, no, not Junior Rodeo on.”

Then she paused. What was Bernadette doing here?  Who was Bernadette anyway? And where on earth did a Dodo come from?

“Bestie?”  That was Amy.  On the laptop.  But Amy wasn’t in this season.

Penny turned.  “Amy?”

Amy beamed, surrounded by animated fish. “Thank-you for letting me be part of your world, Bestie.  You look upset. Are you upset?  Can I help you?”

“Sheldon put my bras on the electrical wires.”

Amy frowned.  “Sheldon?  Sheldon who?”

Bernadette scowled. “Sheldon Cooper.  My boyfriend.  The one Howard ran off with in that stupid Tardis again.”

“Oh!  I thought he was just Sheldor the Conqueror.  I didn’t know he existed in this reality as well.”

Bernadette said something about multiverses and stormed off to wake Leonard up. “Darn it!  I am going to murder whichever one of them is my boyfriend in this reality.”  She turned and pointed at Penny.  “And dust off Queen Penelope.  We need her.”

Penny sighed.  This was going to be a long evening.

Second World
Marianne Dashwood wriggled in the fine linen sheets, naked as the day she was born and the several days she had spent in this strange place with Rajesh, the mysterious dark-skinned stranger.  He never spoke until he had had spirits, but when he did, he was highly amusing.  Even when silent, he had shown her wonderful entertainments and prepared the most wonderful food in his almost magical kitchen.

“I would really like a cigarette,” she sighed.

“Honky donky,” said Rajesh, pulling the sheet down until her pert breasts revealed themselves. “But it looks like you might want something else first.”

Marianne flushed deeply.  She did want something else first.  How could he have known? “I want to be on top this time,” she said, sitting up so that her amber cross dangled toward him, glinting in the dim light. Rajesh smiled delightedly and settled on his back.

Unfortunately, he had forgotten to close his laptop. “Rajesh Koothrapali?” Raj pulled up the sheet and turned in one swift motion, then saw an elderly woman in a dilapidated wedding dress looking at him from the screen. Raj screamed and fainted.

“Miss Havisham,” said Marianne in an exasperated tone.  “Whatever are you doing there?”

Thursday Next crowded into the screen, eating a slice of battenburg.  Marianne almost winced at the unnatural colors.  She preferred those cookies with the heart-shaped cutouts and the jam inside. “Well, we can see what you’re doing, young lady.”

Marianne sighed.  “For your information, I am considerably older than either of you, and this boy is simply delicious.  Much better than cigarettes.  So if there is nothing else…”

Thursday sighed. “There is something else. You need to have the delicious boy take you to his friend’s apartment so we can sort out this whole mess.”

“Mess?”

“Yes, there’s something wrong.  The Great Library has gotten tangled up with that ridiculous Sim City ‘Sheldonopolis’ again.  And you should not be able to be there.  You’re supposed to stay in BookWorld.”

Marianne paused. “I have to give up the boy?”

“He can’t talk to you when he’s sober,” said Miss Havisham reasonably. “Besides, he should not scream and faint like that. You’ll get tired of him anyway.”

“I want Wonderbras,” she said. “And a new paramour.  This has been simply delightful.”

Miss Havisham choked and Thursday chuckled. “A beautiful girl like you can have her pick,” she said.

“Wonderbras?” demanded Miss Havisham. “What are Wonderbras?”

Third World
Thursday allowed the car keys to jangle slightly as they dangled from her hand.  Where on earth had Pickwick gotten himself to this time?  Or herself… it was so hard to tell the Dodo sexes apart. Not for the first time did Thursday shake her head, confused.  Had Pickwick laid an egg at some point?

The question drained out of her skull as Miss Havisham and Hamlet emerged from the bedroom, each wearing one of her new bras on their heads.

“These are simply the most ridiculous bonnets,” said Miss Havisham.  Hamlet winked roguishly.

“I’ll get the battenburg,” said Thursday.

Fourth World
Howard managed to drag Sheldon out of Shel-Mart, shopping bags dangling form their hands. “Yes, Sheldon. Yes.  I have obtained the correct number of ‘Cooper Credits’ to pay for the parking meter. Now let’s get out of here.  Bernadette will kill me.” A huge rumbling sound was followed by a tremor in the streets.

Sheldon paused. “Oh no,” he gasped. “It’s the huge, Godzilla-like Monster.”

“HOWARD!!!” screamed the monster.  Sheldon leapt into the SimCar, heedless of the nearly expired Sheld-O-meter.

“People of Sheldonopolis,” he announced. “This is your leader.  You must flee.  If the children cannot keep up….” A gigantic brisket flattened the Sheldonopolis World of Warcraft Memorial to Sheldor the Conqueror.

“Hey!  That was my statue!  You squished my replica of Glen, my battle ostrich.”

“HOWARD! My bra is unhooked and I can’t refasten it with theSE facackta claws.”

Howard buried his face in his hands for a moment and then grabbed the microphone from where it dangled in Sheldon’s limp fingers.

“So what do you want me to do about it Ma?!!”

“Get up here in one of those hovercrafts with the skinny boy who looks like an insect on it and hook it for me.”

“You don’t need a bra, Ma!!  You’re a Godzilla-like Brisket Monster.”

The Sims of Sheldonopolis stampeded onto the square with cries of “Succulent!  Oh thank-you, great Sheldon!”

“Hey!  I made that brisket.  You better thank me before I stamp over there, BRA or NO BRA.”

Fifth World
Leonard woke up.  A bra dangled from the dresser drawer.  “Sorry,” he said reflexively, looking around the room to see who was there.  Things had gotten weird and creepy ever since Howard had found that Tardis.

Bernadette stormed into the room, curls bouncing, her tiny hands balled into tiny fists. “Leonard!”
Leonard heaved a sigh of relief. At least it wasn’t Amy.  “Yes, Bernadette?”

“Who am I dating in this universe?”

“Uhm, Howard?  It’s usually Howard.”

Bernadette rushed up and folded him in a huge hug. “Thank goodness!  Sheldon really creeps me out sometimes.  Did you ever notice how he looks like a preying mantis in a Green Lantern T-shirt.”

Leonard extricated himself from the hug.  The bra was Penny’s size and he did not want to mess anything up between them again. “Uhm, sort of… Look, Bernadette, I just woke up and…”

Penny opened the door and noticed her bra.  “Did you dangle all my bras from the electric wires, Leonard.”

Leonard’s mouth fell open in indignation. “Why would anyone do that?  Wait…is this the episode with Junior Rodeo?”

Penny paused.  “That’s actually an excellent question.  Bernadette?”

Bernadette thought this over. “Nope.  I’ve got nothing.”

“That’s the only time anyone ever did that.  And it was Sheldon,” said Penny.

Leonard looked in his top dresser drawer.  “It’s just bras?” he asked.

Penny and Bernadette went back to the window to check.  Below them on the street were Stewart from the comic book store and Will Wheaton.  They looked up and high-fived each other.  Leonard came up behind them.

“So which bra were you wearing on that date with Stewart?”

Penny blushed. “I don’t remember.”

“Well, I have an idea,” said Leonard grimly.  “It’s Junior Rodeo on.”