The morning dawn crept over the volcano lair on tiptoes like a luminescent ballerina, shining its golden light down into the hole t the top, which shone on the face of the cutest little dolphin ever, who was Dr. Blowhole. As he slept, his little tummy gurgled and made noises. When he awoke, he turned over to get out of bed, BUT! Right when he did, he let out a huge toot that shook the volcano lair. Giggling and blushing in embarrassment, he went downstairs.
When he went down to the bathroom to get his face cleaned, he let out two little silent-but-deadlies which then made the minion become stiff and topple over the sink, the washcloth still in his claw. Blowhole then left the room to get his breakfast, which was a giant bucket of mackerel. No sooner had the last fish gone in his mouth, his bowels rumbled and a massive power fart ripped from under him, which sounded like a bomb and a tuba going off all at once, breaking a picture window behind him.
"Oh Neptune damn it," moaned Blowhole. "Another $1000 out of my back pocket down the drain."
Suddenly, he let out a toot which went from very loud to wet and then ending in a soft hiss. "Oh my Neptune!" he cried. "Why in the world am I so gassy?!"
"Probably the mackerel," giggled a Red One.
"It's not funny," Blowhole snarled over a humongous toot, "but I will find out the cause of this soon!"
