Punctuation
Blowhole giggled at his mother. Crystal sighed.
"No honey, not pen-wins, penguins! Get it?" She asked him.
Blowhole giggled. "Pen-wins, pen-wins, pen-wins, pen-wins!"
Crystal sighed; this was going to be harder than she thought. She didn't think teaching a four year-old punctuation skills would be so difficult. Then an idea sparked.
"Honey I want you to repeat after me okay?" she replied.
He nodded.
"Pen-goo-ins, okay?" she told him.
"Pen-goooo-in," he cooed. "Pen-goo-in! Pen-goo-in!"
She smiled. "Now can you say penguins?"
"Pen-goo-in." he replied, then laughed.
She sighed, but smiled. "Yes honey, Mommy is a penguin."
"Pen-goo-in," he giggled and hugged her.
Kidnapped1
Blowhole was sitting in the front room, watching TV. He looked out the window to see the sun shining outside.
"Mommy! Can I go outside and play?" he called, his eight year old voice echoing through off the living room walls.
He sat patiently waiting for an answer.
"Not right now honey. I have things to do in the house and I won't be able to keep my eye on you. Just stay inside right now." She answered from the kitchen.
Blowhole huffed, crossing his flippers.
"But that's not fair! I never get to go outside!"
"That's not true Victor. You were outside yesterday, and the day before that and the day before that. Besides there words going around saying that a kidnapper is abducting children and I need to make sure that you stay inside where I can keep my eye on you."
Blowhole whined. "But that's not fair! All the other animal kids are outside playing!"
"I don't care. You're not going out unless I'm with you. End of discussion."
Blowhole pouted, staring at the TV with an angry look.
He rolled off the couch and onto his skateboard. He rolled into the kitchen.
"Mommy. Why do you want me to be safe? Aren't I a big boy like you said?"
Crystal sighed, stirring a large bowl of chocolate mix.
"Victor. Remember what I told you about your real daddy?"
Blowhole nodded. "Yes Mommy. You said he was a really bad man and that you took me away from him because my real Mommy wanted me to be with you before she pass away. And that if I stayed with him he would do the same thing he did with my real Mommy."
"That's right. She wanted me to keep you from harm and that's what I'm doing. I know you're a big boy, and you are, but you're still a little young. With this rumor going around I don't want you to go outside or go anywhere without my permission or if I'm going with you, understand?"
Blowhole sighed, a little disappointed. He really wanted to go outside and play.
"Yes Mommy, I understand. I'm going to my room to play with Mr. Fishy."
"Okay honey. I'll be in here making Lunch. I'll come and get you when it's time to eat."
Blowhole rolled out.
He went to his room and grabbed his plush fish.
"Mr. Fishy it's so unfair! Mommy won't let me out of the house to play because of some Kidnapper. What's so bad about a napping kid? Didn't Mommy say that naps are good for kids?"
Blowhole sighed, not waiting for his toy to answer him. Suddenly an idea came to his head. He rolled out of his room, trying to keep as quiet as he could. He snuck past the kitchen without Crystal noticing him and headed outside to his habitat.
He looked out of his habitat to see a Polar Bear walking around. He didn't even know there was a Polar Bear on the island. The Polar Bear saw him and went up to him.
"Hello. I lost something very important of mine. Can you help me look for it?" The Polar Bear asked.
Blowhole looked at him.
"I would. But Mommy said that I'm not allowed to go anywhere with strangers."
"My name is Rocko." The Polar Bear answered.
"My name's Victor." Blowhole replied.
"Now that we introduced ourselves we're not strangers to each other. Care to help find what I lost."
Blowhole nodded. "Okay."
Blowhole climbed out of his habitat, dragging his Skateboard with him. He crawled on it following Rocko.
Rocko grabbed him, covering the little dolphin's mouth and knocked him out. He then threw him into a black van.
Together Forever
Blowhole looked up at his mother. She was busy giving him a bath.
"Mommy," Blowhole asked, playing with the rubber duck. "We tay tog'ther foreber?"
Crystal smiled, rubbing a lathered soap washcloth on his head.
"Yes honey. We're going to be together." She promised.
Mama's Boy
Blowhole never knew why they had to pick on him for being a Mama's boy. He had his relationship with his mother and they had their.
Skipper was the worst.
Blowhole just sat in his room, trying hard not the think about with they said.
Crystal walked in.
"Victor honey, would you like to take a swim with me?" She asked. She went up and hugged him. Blowhole leaned on her chest, taking in her scent.
"If you don't then I understand,"
Blowhole looked at her, a small smile forming.
"I'd love to Mother."
Father
Blowhole never knew his dad. Disowned at the moment of birth it was just him… till Crystal came later that day.
So he had no father/son bonding time. And what if he wasn't what his Father called a man.
Blowhole didn't care.
He didn't need a father, he had his mother… Crystal Blowhole, the best penguin mom he had.
Kidnapped will be continued in the next chapter. That is why there is a 1 next to it. Please review!