Step-dad

Blowhole didn't know what to expect. The fact that Skipper was married to his mom or that Skipper was now his step-dad. But the grin on Skipper's face didn't make it any better either.

"So son…"

"Don't call me that!" Blowhole growled.

"Victor!" Crystal snapped, causing Blowhole to shut up. "You do not speak to your father that way."

"But he was my enemy first! I shouldn't have to listen him!"

"Yes you do. Now I got to go. You boys be good." She kissed them both and walked out of the lair.

Blowhole growled. Of all the things he was hoping to gain in life, a step-dad wasn't one of them, and Skipper being the step-dad wasn't part of the plan either. He only hoped nothing could get worse than this.

"Hey Blowhole, let's play hot potatoe!"

Bedwetting

Blowhole gulped as he changed his sheets of his bed. He had no idea why the nightmares kept reoccurring, but he wanted them to stop.

He took his sheets and put them into the washing machine. He was hoping none of his minions would figure out about his little incidents and hopefully not anytime either. He couldn't afford the humiliation that he had indulged enough in. He poured in the laundry detergent and turned the machine on, and rolled out of the room.

He groaned as he laid on his bed, rubbing his eye.

"Why must this happen to me? I thought I got over that nightmare!" he sighed, as he stared at the ceiling. He wasn't in the mood to do evil.

Crystal walked in to see her son, staring at the ceiling.

"Sweetie? Are you okay? I haven't seen you around plotting evil."

Blowhole sat up and looked at her.

"I'm fine mother."

She frowned, walking up to him.

"Victor, I can tell something is wrong. You know you can tell me."

Blowhole blushed, not really wanting to discuss his little "Problem" with her. She grabbed his flipper, giving him a meaningful look.

"You know you can trust me."

He looked away. Not wanting to answer him.

"Are you wetting the bed again?"

He looked at her in shock. He had no idea how she could guess so quickly. He nodded, scared that she would get upset with him. She took his flipper and rubbed it.

"Honey, are you having those nightmares again?"

Blowhole nodded.

"I'll help you get through this. That's what I'm here for."

Car Trip (Humanized)

Crystal looked in the review mirror to see her son, Dr. Blowhole as she calls him by his first name, Victor, sitting in the back seat nervously as he looked out the window, clutching his stomach. She could tell he was really nervous about being so far from home.

"Sweetie, are you nervous?" she asked him.

Blowhole looked up, looking green. His silver dyed hair, covering his metal eye. He shook his head, then leaned out the window, vomiting.

Crystal looked at him worriedly.

He always had a problem when it came to car trips. She didn't know if it was the scenery moving so fast, or how delicate his stomach could actually be when he was a car, but sure enough once they started driving, he immediately got sick. Crystal gave him some medicine to see if it would help, but so far no luck.

He leaned against the back of the seat, clutching his stomach. He hated car trips. The one eyed villain, covered his mouth. Stomach acids build up through his throat, and into his mouth. He leaned out the window again and vomited.

Crystal let out a sigh. Next time they're taking the plane.

Naps

Blowhole never knew why naps were important as a kid. Till he saw his mom sleeping on the living room chair, sleeping. Blowhole rolled up to her, not sure if he should wake her. He twirled his flippers around him as he slowly reaches his flipper out and poked her.

Crystal snorted and sleepily opened her eyes to see her son.

"Victor? What's wrong?"

"Why are naps important?" he asked. He sounded like such a little kid.

Crystal sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Because it recharges our energy so we can continue what we are doing. Babies and children need to take naps because they are growing and they tire out easily."

"Oh…" Blowhole answered. "Okay, thanks mother."

Crystal smiled. "Anytime honey."

Blowhole rolled off pondering what his mother told him.

"I shouldn't have complained so much about naps all those years ago…"