A/N: I'm back with more. Yeah. Sorry if it's a little short. Not sure when I'll be able to post the next chapter. So, until then, enjoy.

"It's uh - huh, what is it?"

Sherman squinted at the machine that stood before them, still holding the tarp that covered it.

"I'm not exactly sure."

Penny chuckled, "It's looks like a photo booth."

Sherman's eyes widened as he began to recall, "Wait? Photo booth?

The Clono Booth. It is a device used to replicate an individual without going through the harrowing and heinous alternative process. Generally speaking, it is a cloning machine.

Sherman's eyes lit up as a smile spread across his face, "Penny! This is Mr. Peabody's newest invention. The Clono Booth."

Penny's ears perked up, "Clono Booth?"

"Mmhm. It's a cloning machine."

The blonde girl next to him raised an eyebrow, "That looks like a photo booth?"

Sherman shrugged, "I guess that's where he got Clono Booth from."

Penny looked down, trying to understand. About five seconds later, she got it.

"Oh, Clono Booth. Like photo booth. I get it. Can we try it out?"

Sherman scratched the back of his head, "I don't think that's a good idea, Penny. This is only a model. Mr. Peabody said that he hadn't fully perfected it yet. Mr. Peabody's actually showing the professors at NYU his blueprints."

Penny waved a hand, "Come on, Sherman. Your dad's the smartest being on the planet. How can he not have perfected it already?"

Sherman nodded in agreement, "Mr. Peabody may be incredibly smart, but he's not perfect. He makes mistakes. He doesn't like to admit it, but he does. It's rare when he does, and when he does make a mistake, it usually means trouble."

Penny smirked, "See? You said it yourself. Mr. Peabody rarely messes up. Can you name one invention of his that didn't work?"

Sherman wrung his hands together, "Well...no?"

Penny nodded triumphantly, "See, Sherman? You have nothing to worry about. But, if something goes wrong, you can blame me. Okay?"

Sherman bit his lip then shook his head, "Sorry, Penny. But, Mr. Peabody let me stay home alone. If I do something to damage his invention, he'll never trust me to stay home alone again. We're not going to touch it, and that's final."

Penny groaned. "Fine."

But, then an idea came to her.

She reached into one of her pockets on her dress. She pretended to panic.

"Uh oh." She began patting her pockets, looking worried.

Sherman raised an eyebrow, "What is it?"

"I think I left my phone in your room." Penny smiled sheepishly.

"I didn't see you take it out."

Penny rubbed her arm, "I took it out for a second to check my texts. I must've laid it down somewhere and forgot to pick it up."

Sherman raised a hand, "I'll go get it for you." He ran towards the staircase and up the stairs.

Penny was about to step inside the Clone Booth, but Sherman's voice stopped her.

He came back down, a stern glare in his eyes, "Promise you won't touch anything."

Penny smiled, raising one hand, "I won't, Sherman. You can trust me."

Sherman stared at her for about five seconds then ran up the stairs.

Unbeknownst to Sherman, Penny's other hand had been behind her back. Her fingers had been crossed.

Penny chuckled, "Penny, you are good. Now, let's see. How do you work?"

She stepped into the machine.

It looked exactly like the inside of a photo booth, but Penny could pick out very distinct differences.

There was a large screen in which she could see herself in.

She clasped her hands together. "All right, let's see."

She saw a button labeled CLONE. "That must be the button that makes the clones."

Next to it, she saw a keypad with numbers and letters on it.

She put a finger to her chin, "I guess this is where you put in how many clones."

She pressed the one button. "Just one for now."

She then pressed the CLONE button.

A green light appeared, and it began to scan her. It felt oddly tingly.

After the green light scanned her, it began to materialize the clone next to her.

After about a minute, the light stopped; and before Penny's eyes stood an exact replica of herself.

She squealed softly in delight, "This really works!"

But, to her disappointment, the Penny clone didn't move.

Her shoulders slouched, "Huh, guess he did have some things to perfect."

"Penny?"

She jumped at Sherman's voice. She quickly got out of the booth and leaned against one of the lab tables.

Sherman came down the stairs, no phone in his hand.

"I couldn't find it, Penny. Sorry."

Penny waved a hand, "That's okay. I found it, anyway. It was in my other pocket." She gave a sheepish smile.

Sherman rolled his eyes, "Well, that wasted about five minutes of my day. Come on, let's put the tarp back on then head back up."

"Sounds good."

After putting the tarp back on the machine, the two made their way to the staircase.

As Sherman and Penny ascended to the floor above, a dim light began emanating from the Clono Booth.

The light shone for a moment then disappeared.

If anyone was still down there, they would have heard movement inside the Clone Booth.