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Chapter 3: A Place to Stay
Victor looked at the four male penguins.
He grabbed Rico's Mohawk (since he was the closet) and yanked.
"Ow!" Rico whined before yelling angry gibberish.
Victor giggled, clapping his flippers and yanked Rico's Mohawk again.
"Victor!" Crystal scowled. "I am so sorry Bob. Victor had gone into the feather pulling stage. You're just going to have to tolerate him. He is a baby."
Rico looked at him.
"No, no, bad." He grunted waving a flipper in the little dolphin's face.
Victor giggled and grabbed Rico's flipper.
Rico's irritated expression softens.
"Aw." He gushed.
"Now, where are you boys from?" she asked.
"Cleveland!" Rico exclaimed before Skipper, Kowalski and Private could replied.
"Uh yes Cleveland, Ohio." Skipper replied.
"Really? My, you boys are far from home, aren't you? Of course, I always wanted to go there. But I know my brother is here in New York and I can't move my son too soon. He loves it here!"
Victor giggled as he yanked Rico's Mohawk again.
Rico grimaced at the pain.
"Victor, no, no," Crystal scowled gently again.
Victor laughed, grabbing his mother's beak.
She chuckled, moving his flippers.
He yawned, eyes half closed in sleep.
"Excuse me, I have to put Victor to bed, it's almost six and it's about time that he goes to bed." She replied, standing up.
She looked at her son, who was close to falling asleep.
"I see it's time for little Victor Wictor's beddy-by time," she cooed to him.
His head lay on her shoulder, his flipper in his mouth.
She walked out of the room.
Skipper watched them.
"I don't like this." He replied.
"Why not Skippah?" Private asked.
"Blowhole could be plotting something." The flat headed penguin answered.
Private started laughing.
"I'm sorry sir, but Blowhole is only a baby. What's the worst that he could do? Cry and scream at us to death?"
Kowalski chuckled.
"He has a point sir. Blowhole is too small and not yet smart enough to be a threat. After all, the ring of fire incident is years away. Trust me sir, my sister and Blowhole is unaware of what the future holds for them."
Skipper frowned.
"Don't say I didn't warn you boys."
"Skipper, Blowhole is my nephew, even if I didn't know it years ago. I think this is my chance to sort of bond with him."
"Bond with Blowhole? Are you mad man?" Skipper exclaimed, jumping on to Kowalski's chest, shaking him.
Kowalski just gave his commanding officer a calm look.
"Not really sir. Blowhole is my nephew. I know he'll be evil in the future but he's still my nephew nonetheless."
Skipper jumped off of him, crossing his flippers.
"I still don't like it."
Crystal came back and went over to the fridge, opening it and grabbing a bottle of milk.
"What are you doing Miss Crystal?" Private asked politely.
"Fixing Victor a bottle of milk, so he can go to sleep. He can never fall asleep without a bottle of milk and his plush fish, Mr. Fishy." She answered, sticking the baby bottle in the microwave, turning it on for a few seconds.
She turned to face her four guests.
"So what does this invention look like? Any chance that it could still teleport you back to Cleveland?" she asked.
Kowalski pulled it out.
It was broken.
One of the antennas was bent, the screen was completely off of it and shattered, the wires were popping out, the can was dented in several places.
"Oh dear, that looks horrible. Is it supposed to look like that?"
Kowalski shook his head.
"I think I can fix it, but it won't be till a couple of weeks. I guess you boys are going to have to stay here till then." Crystal replied.
"Really? We don't want to be too much trouble…" Private started.
"Don't be silly Paul. It's an honor to have you boys here." She smiled.
"Thank you ma'am, it's a privilege." Skipper saluted.
The microwave beeped, a signal that it was done warming the milk up.
She pulled it out, and sprayed a drop of milk on her flipper to see if it was lukewarm.
"Perfect." She smiled. "Not too hot or too cold. I'll be back in a couple of minutes."
She walked out of the kitchen.
She picked up the orange plush fish and went into her son's room.
She shut the door behind her.
On the far wall across her was a window that showed the water that surrounded their home.
A rainbow stripe was going around the room.
A rocking chair was in the far right corner.
A toy chest was in the far left corner.
A book-self, with tons of children booker, was underneath the window.
A crib was on the right wall, with Victor in it.
A dresser was right across from him. Next to it was a changing table that was the right size for Crystal to change her son.
Victor looked at his mom with half closed eyes, still sucking on his flipper.
He was laying in his crib with a diaper that was made for dolphins, obviously made by Crystal in various sizes that were in the closet.
She smiled as she sat the bottle and Mr. Fishy on the dresser and went over to her son and picked him up.
"Are you ready for your bottle baby?" she cooed at him, pinching his cheeks.
He giggled as she grabbed the bottle and sat in the rocking chair.
He placed his mouth on the nipple of the bottle, almost yanking it out her flipper.
She chuckled gently as kept the bottle elevated.
He gulped the warm milk down, his tail flicking happily.
She started to sing a soft lullaby, the rocking chair moving back in forth in rhythm.
In about two minutes he was fast asleep, with the bottle empty.
She sat the bottle down and got up, walking over to the crib and setting down the sleeping baby dolphin while covering him up with the blue baby blanket.
He rolled on to his side, flipper back in his mouth, hugging his stuff fish.
She kissed his cheek.
"Sweet dreams my son."
She walked out of the room.
She went back to the kitchen.
"I still don't like this Kowalski. Blowhole will attack." She heard Donatello (Skipper) replied.
She frowned as she stayed next to the kitchen door, were the four male penguins couldn't see her.
"Now Skipper, there's nothing to worry about. Blowhole is way too young to hurt anyone at the point. Crystal is my sister and I know at this point she is raising him to be good, even though she doesn't know he'll be evil in the future." She heard Tony (Kowalski).
"Skippah, Kowalski has a point. Blowhole is only six months old right now. He's not able to feed himself at this point." She heard Paul (Private) say.
"That doesn't mean he can't try."
"Ragllpheislkjnklsklja baby!" Bob (Rico) exclaimed.
"Exactly my point Rico." Paul (Private) responded.
She gritted her beak.
They lied to her!
As far as she was concerned she needed to make sure that way she was oblivious to what they had done.