Round 2: Drabble Submissions
Please comment to this entry with your drabbles. And remember, there's no limitation as to how many you can post. Drabble submissions will remain open for the next two weeks, until January 10th
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“The waltzer is hardly a challenge.” Sheldon remarks, round his ice-cream.
“Okay, mister, guess that means that you're coming on the rollercoaster with me, then.”
She smirks. He glares. She makes a soft clucking noise. His eyes narrow.
“Oh, very well. Leonard, you mind Archimedes.” And Leonard is left sitting on the bench with the large toy gorilla. He sighs. It's the first peaceful moment he's had all day...
There had been the fortune-teller's tent...
“...destiny has something to do with Gemini, which is really odd, because I am /so/ not compatible...”
“...delusional rubbish, based on no scientific principles whatsoever...I spent half my childhood trying to persuade Missy of the idiocy of it...”
Leonard had been caught in the middle of that one, and had actually elected to go inside the tent for a reading simply to escape the row.
Sheldon had won the dart toss, his height an advantage. Penny was better with the coconut shy. A childhood of Little League pitching, and the barker's smile had dropped as swiftly as the cans. The Whack-a-mole was simply terrifying.
“I don't quite understand the motivation here...”
“I'm pretending they're you, sweetie...”
Sheldon's eyes had narrowed. But within a minute, he'd got the mallet himself.
“Kripke!” *smack* “Winkle!” *smack* “Wheaton!” *smack*...
“That's the idea.”
His answering grin was horrifying.
Penny had wanted the big toy gorilla that was the star prize in the shooting gallery...
“You already have one small hairy hominid, Penny, why would you want another one?”
“Shut up, Sheldon. He's kinda cute.” She gets three out of the five shots.
“You're pulling way to the left.”
“You think you can do better?” she had demanded, slapping down another dollar.
And then of course Sheldon had insisted on stripping the gun down before he would shoot it. It was rather like that scene in 'Forrest Gump', his fingers quick and sure, even as he lectured the protesting stall barker on fraudulent practice. He had then proceeded to blow hell out of every target in there. The man had given up and handed the toy over, and then turned them all out.
They had spent the next half an hour negotiating a custody agreement, (“My shooting”, “My dollar”) so Leonard had ended up sharing a seat with it on the Ferris wheel - Sheldon's lecture on engineering stresses and accident statistics ceasing only when he looked down, whimpered and passed out.
Leonard prefers not to even think about the Dodgems...
“This is simply an accident waiting to happen.”
“So are you in a normal car, sweetie.” Smirk. “Just pretend it's downtown. You can park in the pet-shop again.”
Ah, well. Leonard leans back on the bench. At least when they have screamed themselves hoarse on the rollercoaster , he won't have to listen to them bickering in the car on the way home.
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Great job!
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(somewhere in my head there's a young!Sheldon fic involving all the Cooper boys and the Great Outdoors.)
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