Smash it with a hammer! *from Emperor's New Groove*
Blowhole was sitting in his lab, wondering how to get revenge on Skipper. Cartoongirl was next to him, tapping his table with a paw, getting irritated. She smacked her head against the table.
"Will you stop that? It's blocking me from thinking." He told her.
"You aren't coming up with anything! We're just sitting here!"
"Brilliance takes time."
"Well do it faster!"
Blowhole shook his head at his adoptive older sister. She always was a bit impatient and it nearly drove him insane.
"Like you got an idea."
"I do." She stated.
He leaned back in his chair. Not believing her.
"Let's hear it."
"First we turn Skipper into a flea. A harmless little flea. Then I'll put that flea in a box, and I put that in another box and I'll mail to myself. And when it arrives…Ah Hahaha! I'll smash it with a hammer! It's brilliant, brilliant, BRILLIANT!" she cackled.
Blowhole rolled his eye.
"Right. We do that, and I'll smash you with a hammer."
"Shut up."
Smart ~Spoiler from Return of the Revenge of Dr. Blowhole~
Cartoongirl was busy looking through some of the security videos that Blowhole had caught. She started laughing at one of the videos.
"Oh he thinks he's so smart when he makes a simple mistake like that!" she laughed.
Blowhole rolled in to see his adoptive older sister laughing her head off at something, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to find out what is was. Not that he cared.
"Oh you think you're so smart, don't you bro?" she asked.
Blowhole gave a confused look. He wasn't sure if she was talking to him or herself. She turned her seat to look at him.
"Mr. I froze sound."
Blowhole's face turned red. He was hoping she didn't find out about that, but it looked like he wasn't going to get that dream.
She started to laugh,
"Seriously dude? Even I knew that and I'm dumber than you are at science!"
"Please drop it," Blowhole groaned.
"No I'm not. This is priceless! You actually thought you froze sound! This is gold!"
Blowhole blushed.
"Not my smartest moments,"
Babysitter
"But Mommy! I don't need a babysitter! I'm a big dolphin!" Blowhole whined, as Crystal was about leave for a date.
"I'm sorry Victor, but I can't leave you home alone after the last time."
"But that was years ago!"
Crystal sighed as she sat her purse down. Blowhole frowned, still pouting.
"Victor, you know I can't leave you alone. You blew up the lair! No, you're going to respect and obey your babysitter while I am gone. So you better behave yourself." She replied, grabbing her purse. She looked at him to still she he was upset.
"Honey, I know you think that I'm being unfair, but I'm just making sure you don't hurt yourself."
She jumped on his Segway and kissed his forehead. Blowhole let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging. He didn't need a babysitter; he was an adult for crying out loud! But he knew he couldn't keep arguing with her.
"I'll be home a little after eleven. Be a good boy, for me. And try not to get into too much trouble, promise?"
"I promise,"
She smiled. "Good, I love you baby,"
"I love you too Mother,"
Crystal smiled and jumped down.
"So who's my babysitter?" he asked.
"You'll see," she replied, fixing her feathers.
Just then Kowalski and Skipper walked in.
"Good evening Crystal," Skipper smiled, then frowned at Blowhole. "Blowhole."
"Skipper? Kowalski? Mother what's going on?" Blowhole asked.
"Skipper is my date, and Kowalski is going to babysit you. Love you," She called heading out.
Blowhole growled. He couldn't believe his luck. Skipper dating his mom, Kowalski babysitting him, this could not get any worse than it already is.
"Hey Blowhole, let's watch Star Trek!"
He stood corrected.
Visit
Some people dread having their parents over, some enjoy. For Blowhole it was both. He hated and loved it when his mom came.
"Victor! What are all your toys doing scattered all over the floor? Someone could trip over them and get hurt! Would it kill you to learn how to pick them up? That is not how I raised you! You should know better than that. And what is this? Dirty laundry?"
Blowhole groaned. As much as he loved her, she could be a pain.
"Mother, my inventions aren't toys!"
"And when was the last time you cleaned your room?"
Blowhole started calculating.
"Um… not until two months ago. I've been kinda busy."
"Well if you don't clean your room by five, then I guess we can't go out for ice cream,"
Blowhole smiled. She always had a way of bribing him to do something, fish, ice cream, and new tools to build his inventions with. Or just to spend time with her making new gadgets that they can use together. It was great to have her over.
He was glad that she visited.
Don't leave (humanized)
"No! I don't wanna go!" Little five- year old Victor Blowhole cried, struggling against his mother's grip. "I wanna stay home with you!"
His shaggy brownish blonde hair shook his head. His eyes squeezed tight as he dugged his heels of his sneakers into the sidewalk. Crystal sighed as she dragged him to the school.
When they arrived he kept trying to get away. Crystal bent down to where she was at his eye level. She gently held onto his arms.
"No! I don't wanna go! I don't wanna go!" He whined, tears falling from his eyes.
"Victor sweetie. It's going to be okay. I promise. I'm not leaving you here forever. It's just going to be for a few hours while Mommy is working. I'll come back and pick you up later. I'm not leaving you."
"Yes you are! You leaving me with strangers!" he sobbed.
Crystal shushed him lightly as she pulled him into a hug. He cried on her black dress sweater, making it wet. She put a stand of black hair behind her ear and softly cooed comforting words to him, rubbing his arm.
"I don't want you to go," he cried, clinging onto her.
"I'm not going anywhere. Will it help if I stay?" she asked.
He nodded, wiping his tears away.
"It'll be okay baby. Let's go inside so you can meet your nice new teacher," Crystal smiled taking his hand.
Crystal smiled. She will never leave him.