Sweet tooth

Blowhole looked around making sure no one was in sight. When the close was clear he rolled into the kitchen, going over to the cabinets. He knew that the lobsters would hide all the sweets and junk food from him.

He couldn't help it. He had a need for sweets. Crystal always told him he had a bad sweet tooth since he was a little calf.

The one eyed dolphin scanned through the cabinets look for the hidden statch. They had a thing of putting the snacks in high places. He managed to feel a box and pulled it down to see it was a box of Marshmallow Meow-Meow.

"Yes!" He giggled happily. He started eating.

"Doc! You know you can't have sweets!"

Blowhole giggled.

"Too late,"

Comfort

Blowhole cried out in fear as Thunder crashed in the middle of the night. He hated thunderstorms, they scared him senseless since he was a calf and he couldn't stand it. Another crash of thunder was heard and Blowhole rolled out of the room screaming.

He rolled into Cartoongirl's room, jumping into her bed.

She yelped as she was lifted into the air. She growled as she landed on him. Her ears pressed against her head. She was not a happy dog right now.

"What the freak do you want? I'm trying to sleep!"

"Thunderstorm!" he cried, hugging her.

She sighed and pulled him into a hug. She would always be there to comfort him.

Baby

"I'm not a baby!" Blowhole whined.

He was getting sick and tired of everyone calling and treated him like he was a new born calf. He was an adult for crying out loud! He didn't need this!

Crystal frowned. She grabbed his flipper, patting it.

"But honey you are a baby. You're my baby and you always will be."

Blowhole looked behind him to see the other villains trying hard not to laugh. He flushed with embarrassment, not wanting them to see this and call him a baby for the rest of his life.

"I know but I don't need you to call me one! I'm an adult, mother! And I don't need you to treat me like one! I have my own life, and I know you like coming over and I do too, but I'm not a little kid anymore and I don't need you to keep treating me like one!"

Crystal sighed and nodded,

"Okay honey. But you'll always be my baby no matter how big you get," she kissed his forehead, "Always."

Grounded

Blowhole hated getting grounded. Time out of lab, no sweets, no TV, no evil… It was like torture! He rolled back and forth in the control room. Thinking of something that would keep him busy.

"Doc are you okay?" one of the lobsters asked.

"No! I'm bored and I can't do anything since mother grounded me! I'm bored!"

"Well Doc you can do one of our hobbies?"

"Like what?" Blowhole asked, sounding a little disappointed.

The lobsters smiled and motioned him to follow them. Blowhole did so, unsure what his minions had in store for him. The dragged him over to the main room, which was more like a living room, and sat him on the couch.

"Doc, get ready for some entertainment!" The lobster on the left, who was Red Nine said.

"Entertainment? Uh Red Nine if you haven't notice, I've been grounded. I can't watch TV, or read my comics, or doing anything Evil! How am I supposed to be entertained?" Blowhole demanded, crossing his flippers.

"With us entertaining you," Red Seventeen answered, coming up.

"How?"

The two lobsters grinned as they held up a board game.

"A board game? I hate board games."

"Well it's this or you could sit in your room and stare at the wall." Red Nine proposed.

"Fine," Blowhole groaned. "I hate being grounded."