Chapter 2:

"Now, Skipper," Dr. Blowhole said, slowly turning his Segway towards Skipper, "where do we begin?"

"Why don't you get down to my level, Blowhole," Skipper asked, "so that I can look you in the eye as we do this compromise together?"

"I wish I could," Dr. Blowhole said, "but I feel like standing on my Segway."

Skipper rolled his eyes. "So," he said, "you're willing to have a treaty with me, yet you don't want to come down to my level. COME DOWN TO MY LEVEL, BLOWHOLE!"

"Alright! Alright!" Dr. Blowhole snarled, and then added with sarcasm, "As you command, peng-you-in."

The evil dolphin hopped off his Segway and plopped himself onto the cold floor. He leaned his back against the wall, facing Skipper.

"It's a shame you don't have any chairs in here," Blowhole commented uncomfortably.

"What, you want a throne?" Skipper asked with sarcasm. "There's a porcelain throne in the bathroom."

"The toilet?" Blowhole asked.

"You know what?" Skipper said as he hopped onto Dr. Blowhole's belly. Blowhole was lucky that the penguin didn't land on him too hard to sock him in the stomach. As much as he wanted to grabbed Skipper with his flippers and trap him in his clutches, he held back.

"Let's have this treaty!" Skipper resumed. "I want us to stop fighting!"

"Stop fighting?" Dr. Blowhole questioned. "Why, I enjoy making you and the other peng-you-ins miserable! I mean, there is not one day… one day… that I'll ever stop! My hatred against you is bigger than you… bigger than even me!"

"But why not forgive and forget?" Skipper asked. "Whatever I did that offended you, I'm sorry."

"Your apology is fake," Blowhole snarled. "I don't trust you."

"Trust me?" Skipper spat. "What…?" He took a deep breath to calm himself down from getting angry and tried again. "Look, Blowhole, why can't we just… not fight anymore? I mean, don't you think that that's not getting pretty old? Don't you think that us being enemies is wrong?"

"But I like being evil!" Dr. Blowhole whined. "I like getting on your nerves! Like, I get a kick at messing with you and your peng-you-in friends."

"Why can't we talk of peace?" Skipper asked. "What do you have against peace? Like, almost everyone in his world wants to have peace in this world."

"Oh yeah?" challenged Blowhole. "Well, you talk of peace, yet you punch out my lobster minions and foil my evil plans for sport! How do you think that makes me feel?"

"My men and I do it for your own good!" Skipper argued. "I mean, who, in their right mind, would want to try and destroy the world for their own sick pleasure?"

Dr. Blowhole brought his face closer to Skipper's and hissed, "You and your team shouldn't be able to stop me. I am a very, very dangerous dolphin. Even though I had trapped you and attempted to steal your memories, you still don't know what I'm capable of, Skipper.

"And Skipper, if you want me to tell you what I want from this compromise then, get ready. You best get ready for this, because trust me… you won't want it!"

Now, for some twisted reason, Blowhole's long tongue somehow ended up on Skipper's beak. He quickly took his tongue off and began to spit onto the floor.

Skipper winced and quickly said, "First of all, Blowhole, don't yell at me. Second of all, don't you EVER put your tongue on me."

"Very well," the evil dolphin said. "Besides, I never really liked the taste of bird."

Suddenly, Skipper felt Dr. Blowhole's stomach growl underneath his feet. "Whoa!" he couldn't help say. "Sounds like someone's hungry."

"Oh, about that…" said Blowhole. "My last meal was this morning. I was in a rush to get here from Coney Island. Do you… happen to have any fish?"

"In the fridge, yeah," Skipper mumbled, pointing to the back room of the Penguin HQ.

"Thanks," Blowhole said, as he set Skipper down from his belly and lay onto his stomach. Next, he crawled to the back room to the fridge. He opened the fridge. Skipper could only see the dolphin's tail fin from where he should.

Five minutes later, Dr. Blowhole closed the fridge and crawled back to Skipper with a fish in his flipper.

"So you were that hungry?" Skipper questioned.

"Yes I was," Blowhole admitted. "Why, my belly is bigger than your whole body."

"That's what you said about your brain that one time…" Skipper mumbled.

Dr. Blowhole immediately swallowed the fish in one big gulp and said, "So you want to talk of peace, Skipper?"

"Yes I do," Skipper replied. "I mean, see how I offered you the fish from my fridge not too long ago?"

"Yeah," Dr. Blowhole admitted, "well I'll have to admit that that felt pretty good. I wish I could do the same for you."

"So let's start our treaty then, Blowhole," Skipper said.