My name is not actually Penny Dreadful. It is Penelope Jones. The 'Dreadful' bit is my dad's joke. But in fact I am completely undreadful. It is just that sometimes my brilliant ideas turn into disasters; e.g. I didn't mean for Dad to have to go to a crucial meeting with a plastic flowerpot stuck on his head, I was only trying to invent a Patented Brain Massaging Helmet. Plus, how was I to know that you can't do chickenpox for show-and-tell, or go to ballet class dressed as a blue cat, because even in disguise I am incredibly contagious!