And, chapter eight-ness. Enjoy!
Chapter 8: Spies of Doom.
"Well, well, well, pen-gyu-ins," evil Dr. You-Know-Who muttered, watching his giants TV thing, that he was using to spy on the penguins. "We've become daddies, have we?"
Two passing lobsters heard him, and stared at each other, not knowing he was speaking to himself about the penguins. They gave him a curious look, and quickly scurried off.
"Victor, honey!" a female voice called, and a penguin with green eyes stepped into the room. She smiled at Blowhole.
"What do you want, mother?" Blowhole sighed.
"What are you doing dear? It's past your bedtime."
"Mother, I don't need bedtime anymore. I'm a big dolphin now."
"I know, dear. But when I'm staying over, you need to listen to me, ok? Now off to bed."
"Yes, mother," Blowhole sighed, and rolled out of the room.
"I should get to stay up as late as I like," he grumbled as he lay in bed. "I have to come up with a plan!" He lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, and thinking. Then he had an idea. "My mother like to look after my, like I'm still a baby. Why not kidnap those bratty penguins, and get my mum to leave me alone!" he sat up, smirking. "It's PERFECT!"
"VICTOR, NO EVEIL PLOTTING IN BED!" Crystal called from the kitchen.
"YES MOTHER!" Blowhole called back. He lay back down, and, smiling to himself, fell asleep to dream of his newest and greatest plan.
The next morning, Blowhole woke up early, before his mother, and went into his computer room, where he was spying on the penguins the night before. He turned on the TV and began his operation.
"I'll send two lobsters there to get the babies, and bring them here. Then I'll give them to my mother as a surprise." He went to the intercom. "Red fifteen and Red ninety-two, please report to the computer room. That is all."
The called lobsters came into the computer room five minutes later.
"What do ya need, doc?" asked Red fifteen.
"I have a little job for you two," Blowhole said. "I need you to get THAT!" he pointed to the screen, which had a picture of Blowhole as a baby, hugging a little stuffed fish, and with a baby bonnet on. Blowhole saw the lobsters' shocked faces and looked at the screen.
"AHH! Di-I mean," he hastily click buttons on the control panel until he came to the right one. "Them!" he pointed to a video of the four chicks and one egg in their pen. The lobsters looked at him confused.
"Why?" Red ninety-two asked.
"Don't ask questions," Blowhole snapped. "Just do what I tell you. I need them here ASAP!"
"Yes, sir," they said at the same time, and scuttled out.
That afternoon, the four older penguins, while being cute and cuddly for the humans, noticed that the babies were being extremely quiet. Private went to the pen to see why.
"SKIPPAH!" he screamed, and the three other penguins came. "They're GONE! All five of them. GONE! EVEN MY EGG, SKIPPAH!"
"Just calm down, Private," Skipper said. "You must remember, Cam is an escape artist, and she must have found a way to get them all out."
"Skipper, I highly doubt that," Kowalski said.
"And why is that?"
Kowalski pointed to the ground. There was a trail of stuffing, from Ace's banana.
"I think they've been kidnapped."
"NO!" Private cried. "WE HAVE TO FIND THEM!"
Skipper sniffed the air. "Lobsters…" then it struck him. "Blowhole!"
"Yes, I, Dr. Blowhole, super genius, have kidnapped these pesky pen-gyu-in babies. Now to surprise my mother."
Just at that moment, Crystal came in.
"Victor, I need you to- What on earth?"
"Surprise, mother!" Vict- I mean, Blowhole said. He held out the flipper-full of chicks that were all almost to tears.
"Victor, where did you…?"
"I, uh, noticed how much you liked caring for babies, so I adopted these little 'uns for you."
"And this egg too?" Crystal asked, pointing to the egg on the floor. She picked it up, and placed it on her feet. "Goodness me, Victor, you are so thoughtful."
"I know, mother," Blowhole replied, "but it's really nothing. I only wanted to show how much I love you." Then added, under his breath, "and how much I hate those pen-gyu-ins."
The penguins followed the trail of stuffing until it ended. From there, they followed Skipper's nose…if he had one. The whole time, Private was in a state of panic.
"Imagine what Blowhole could DO to them. Do you have any idea what he'll do to them?" he screamed into Kowalski's face. "NO! DON'T answer that!"
"Shut your beak, Private," Skipper snapped. "We're close. I smell…dolphin and…penguin…and…four chicks and an egg. They're right in this here…uh…secret…hidden…lair?" The penguins stared up at a tall building, with a bright flashy sign saying, 'Secret Hidden Lair!'
"Not very secret," Kowalski stated.
"OR hidden," Private added.
"Don't just stand there, men, go inside!" Skipper barked, and the four of them slipped through the door…
I do NOT own Crystal. She belongs to Cartoongirl, the author of Chatting with Dr. Blowhole. A BIG thanks to her for letting me use her OC. Thanks Cartoongirl. There will be more of her in the NEXT chapter. Please review!
