Grandma

Blowhole was working on his newest plan to when his heard his lobsters called him. He sighed as he rolled out.

"What?" He demanded at them. "What is so important that I-"

He trailed off seeing and older female penguin, much older than his own mother, with blue eyes, and graying feathers.

"Grammy!" Blowhole smiled going up to her.

"Victor." She smiled, jumping onto his dashboard. She cupped his face and kissed it. "How's my favorite grandson been?"

"Grammy, I'm your only grandson!" Blowhole laughed.

"Oh that you are." She smiled. "Now, let's get you something to eat. You're as thin as a toothpick!"

Blowhole blushed as his grandmother pulled him into the kitchen. He sat at the table and watched her as she started cooking. She always spoiled him, which he figured that's what grandparents were supposed to do.

She sat the plate of fish in front of him.

"No Mackerel right?" He asked.

She smiled and shook her head. Blowhole smiled and started to eat. He loved visiting his grandmother but it was even more fun when she came and visited him.

Class Ring* (Humanized)

Blowhole had no idea why it was such a big deal that he had to have a class ring. Chey had hers on and she never took it off unless she had to take a shower. Blowhole looked at his the stone was Aquarium, which meant he was born in March.

His was much larger and looked completely different than his sister's. He looked over to see his black-red highlighted haired sister dozing off as their math teacher went over some notes. Blowhole rolled his eye. He looked back at his class ring.

I guess it's not so bad…He thought to himself.

Thanksgiving

Blowhole watched as his mother pulled out the large fish out of the oven. Cartoongirl was sitting next to him, covering her nose from the smell. The table was full. Skipper and his team were there, along with the lemurs, which Private insisted they come since they were 'family'.

Kowalski's and Crystal's mom was there as well, helping her daughter cook. Blowhole was shifting uncomfortably. He was really hungry and the anticipation was killing him!

"Urg! I can't stand to be here! All it is fish! I'm going to watch some TV!" Cartoongirl exclaimed as she jumped down from her chair and went into the living room.

Blowhole couldn't blame his sister. She has a dog living with a family of fishetarians. She needed dog food and meat, not fish.

"Well isn't she all huffy." Skipper replied.

"You can't really blame her," Private replied, "She doesn't eat fish like us."

"The doggie girl is right. My nose is still smelling the fish yuckyness!" Julian replied covering his nose.

"Your highness, please, respect the penguins and their traditions." Maurice replied.

Julian huffed and crossed his arms. Mort was playing with his tail, not paying attention. Rico had a fork and a knife in his flippers.

"FISH!" He exclaimed.

"Dinner is ready!" The two female penguins replied, sitting the food down. The food consisted of a turkey, several kinds of fish, a bowl of dog food for Cartoongirl and fruit for the lemurs.

"Cartoongirl! It's time for Thanksgiving dinner!" Crystal called.

Cartoongirl came in. They quickly started to get ready to pray when Julian interrupted.

"How is this God person? Shouldn't you be thanking the Sky Spirits?"

Everyone, but Mort groaned.

"Can we just eat?" Blowhole begged. "I'm starving!"

"We are thankful for everything Amen! Now let's dig in!" Cartoongirl exclaimed, as she started to eat her dog food.

Crystal shook her head. But decided it better than nothing from her own off the street adoptive daughter. It was surely going to be one weird Thanksgiving.

Dreams

Blowhole remembered that ever since he was a little calf that he wanted to a scientist like his mother. She was smart and she knew everything that he asked. She was his role model his hero! Blowhole looked at over his sister to see that she was working on another book of hers.

Her dream was to become a famous author. She was inspired by other Authors and others such as Walt Disney. The young Irish setter was totally focused on her story, stopping every once and while thinking. Blowhole smirked.

They're dreams were coming true and he knew they couldn't be happier.

Dancing

Blowhole didn't like parties; he also didn't like parties where you had to dance. He was a terrible dancer, but he knew that his sister was to, but she was better at dancing than he was. Which confused him. It always seemed that girls knew how to dance even when there was no music involved.

"Come on Blowy!" Chey exclaimed, pulling him to the middle of the dance floor.

Blowhole just stood there. Not moving. She had started dancing and was nudging him to dance with her too.

"I can't…" He whimpered.

"It doesn't matter if you can dance or not. Just have fun!" She told him.

Blowhole sighed. He started to dance like he normally did, horribly. Cartoongirl smiled and danced happily with him. He will never understand dancing.

Okay Class Ring is somewhat true, I got my class ring and I NEVER take it off. I thought what it would be like if Blowhole had his class ring and what he thought about it. And I do doze off in Math every time we take notes. I hope you enjoyed the chapter!