Just a little drabble I wrote up, my theories as to why Blowhole is crazy and wants to flood the world and hates Skipper. This will probably be COMPLETELY different from what actually happened, but oh well. Just something to tide us all over until Febuary 15th.
Title sucks, I know, but it's the best I could come up with. :-/
I might write another story soon, too. If I haev the time. I wanna write a Skipper/Marlene/Blowhole story. Insane, I know. :P
And I believe I've officially become Blowhole's number-one fan. On this website, at least. ^^;
Oh, and the bit where he's beached and a random guy puts his kid on Blowhole's back? That's based on a true story. I heard it at a Marine Mammal Stranding Network (they're basically a dolphin hospital) informational meeting. The guy put his kid on the dolphin and took pictures, not even realizing the dolphin was sick and dying. Sadly, the stress of the situation caused the dolphin to die. :( Some of the other things that have happened to stranded dolphins have made me even angrier, but I'll spare ye the details. ^^
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The fish amused him with their stupidity. Mindless creatures, driven only by instinct. Eat, sleep, poop, and make babies, was all they thought about. They were so inferior to him.
With a single flap of his flukes, he’d halved the distance between them. They were quick to slide down his gullet; delicious. It was always pleasant to briefly go back to the water and hunt for fish as he had in the old days with his pod.
Blowhole surfaced briefly, floating in place. It seemed so long ago, the days with his pod. Before he’d met that penguin nemesis of his. Before he’d lost his eye and replaced it with an invention of his own. Before he’d decided to flood every pitiful acre of land and return the Earth to its pristine, ocean-covered form.
Ah, but those had been such peaceful days. The safety of his pod: his mother, his father, his siblings, his lovely Diane (his betrothed). The only worries they’d ever had were run-ins with other pods (territorial battles were always such a pain in the flukes) and the occasional great white shark. The ocean had been so peaceful then. He’d even enjoyed interacting with humans. Even now, he could remember their gentle hands on his melon and rostrum. It’d felt quite nice.
Then the humans changed. One by one, his pod members died. Harpoons. Long lines dotted with hooks. Nets. He was left alive, drifting the currents, his mind slowly leaving him. He’d beached himself at one point. The humans hadn’t reacted too kindly then, either. One male placed his calf on his back. What had he been thinking! Blowhole grew angry at the memory; there he lay, dying of exhaustion and heatstroke, and this human’s reaction had been to place a child on his back??? As though the experience had not been stressful enough!
Helpful humans finally came. They took him to a pool and healed him. Then they’d deemed him ‘non-releasable’ (something about his mind not being in good condition; they’d certainly been right about that) and sent him to an aquarium. The same aquarium where he had lived.
The mad dolphin chuffed in irritation at the thought of Skipper. The day Skipper had torn his eye out was the day Blowhole had tried to teach his trainer a lesson. The trainer had refused to listen to him; no matter how much he ordered her to, she refused to give him the fish! It was as though she wanted him to do something first! So he decided to take matters into his own flippers. He grabbed her wrist in his mouth and pulled her into the pool. He pushed her to the bottom and held her there. THIS certainly would teach her not to withhold food from him!
Skipper had been part of the ‘penguin parade’ brigade. The humans would escort them on park observation routes, so that they could observe the aquarium and ensure that it was safe. The two had never liked each other before; and after that fateful day, their dislike became pure hatred.
Skipper had been on one of these marches when Blowhole had punished the trainer. Skipper, not understanding why Blowhole was doing what he was doing in the first place, had broken away from the group, dove into the tank, and swam towards him at full speed.
The last thing Blowhole remembered for a few hours was a sharp penguin beak being buried into his right eye.
Blowhole made his escape that day; his eye (or what was left of it) bleeding and a death sentence on his head (for some reason, the humans wanted to euthanize him for punishing his trainer). The dolphin tank had been situated close to the shore; one courageous leap, and he was in the ocean.
From there, he found as much scrap metal as he could from the bottom of the sea. He then took sanctuary in an old, unused pipeline…and he began to build.
He built himself a replacement eye. He built himself a device to allow him to travel on land. He built himself an army of lobsters. He built himself a secret laboratory. He built himself a plan for vengeance.
Mankind had been the cause for his downfall, he’d realized. They’d murdered his pod, they hadn’t rushed to help him as he lay dying on the beach, they’d wanted to kill him for his behavior at the aquarium. They’d ruined his life. He wanted to ruin theirs. Flooding the world seemed like the perfect way to do so. Not only would mankind suffer and drown, but the seas would be expanded and he would have free reign over the world. He would even become world ruler.
World Emperor Doctor Blowhole. It had a nice ring to it.
Blowhole had had enough of his pool session for now. Although he was far less clumsy exiting his pool and getting onto his scooter (or, as he preferred to think of it as, his personal transportation device; ‘scooter’ sounded far too frivolous for a future world emperor) now than he had been when he was younger, it was still a difficult maneuver. It was understandable: a twelve-foot-long, 1400 pound dolphin has trouble getting around on land. Even when he has built up enough strength to hold himself upright on a personal transportation device.
Situating himself, he headed off to visit with his captive. Why had he taken a captive, something he’d never done before? Because this captive was Skipper’s best friend.
Every single one of Blowhole’s former plans had been thwarted by Skipper and his team of penguins. Even recently, some of his plans had been thwarted completely by accident by those meddlesome birds. So he had simply set a trap, using Skipper’s best friend as the bait. Trap the penguins, freedom to rule the world.
Blowhole smirked. The realm of land had never been kind to him. But they would soon realize that he was far too intelligent to forget the pain. Ooh, yes, they were all going to pay dearly. From the humans that had led him down this path to the penguins that blocked his road to world domination.
They all amused him with their stupidity.
Title sucks, I know, but it's the best I could come up with. :-/
I might write another story soon, too. If I haev the time. I wanna write a Skipper/Marlene/Blowhole story. Insane, I know. :P
And I believe I've officially become Blowhole's number-one fan. On this website, at least. ^^;
Oh, and the bit where he's beached and a random guy puts his kid on Blowhole's back? That's based on a true story. I heard it at a Marine Mammal Stranding Network (they're basically a dolphin hospital) informational meeting. The guy put his kid on the dolphin and took pictures, not even realizing the dolphin was sick and dying. Sadly, the stress of the situation caused the dolphin to die. :( Some of the other things that have happened to stranded dolphins have made me even angrier, but I'll spare ye the details. ^^
~~~
The fish amused him with their stupidity. Mindless creatures, driven only by instinct. Eat, sleep, poop, and make babies, was all they thought about. They were so inferior to him.
With a single flap of his flukes, he’d halved the distance between them. They were quick to slide down his gullet; delicious. It was always pleasant to briefly go back to the water and hunt for fish as he had in the old days with his pod.
Blowhole surfaced briefly, floating in place. It seemed so long ago, the days with his pod. Before he’d met that penguin nemesis of his. Before he’d lost his eye and replaced it with an invention of his own. Before he’d decided to flood every pitiful acre of land and return the Earth to its pristine, ocean-covered form.
Ah, but those had been such peaceful days. The safety of his pod: his mother, his father, his siblings, his lovely Diane (his betrothed). The only worries they’d ever had were run-ins with other pods (territorial battles were always such a pain in the flukes) and the occasional great white shark. The ocean had been so peaceful then. He’d even enjoyed interacting with humans. Even now, he could remember their gentle hands on his melon and rostrum. It’d felt quite nice.
Then the humans changed. One by one, his pod members died. Harpoons. Long lines dotted with hooks. Nets. He was left alive, drifting the currents, his mind slowly leaving him. He’d beached himself at one point. The humans hadn’t reacted too kindly then, either. One male placed his calf on his back. What had he been thinking! Blowhole grew angry at the memory; there he lay, dying of exhaustion and heatstroke, and this human’s reaction had been to place a child on his back??? As though the experience had not been stressful enough!
Helpful humans finally came. They took him to a pool and healed him. Then they’d deemed him ‘non-releasable’ (something about his mind not being in good condition; they’d certainly been right about that) and sent him to an aquarium. The same aquarium where he had lived.
The mad dolphin chuffed in irritation at the thought of Skipper. The day Skipper had torn his eye out was the day Blowhole had tried to teach his trainer a lesson. The trainer had refused to listen to him; no matter how much he ordered her to, she refused to give him the fish! It was as though she wanted him to do something first! So he decided to take matters into his own flippers. He grabbed her wrist in his mouth and pulled her into the pool. He pushed her to the bottom and held her there. THIS certainly would teach her not to withhold food from him!
Skipper had been part of the ‘penguin parade’ brigade. The humans would escort them on park observation routes, so that they could observe the aquarium and ensure that it was safe. The two had never liked each other before; and after that fateful day, their dislike became pure hatred.
Skipper had been on one of these marches when Blowhole had punished the trainer. Skipper, not understanding why Blowhole was doing what he was doing in the first place, had broken away from the group, dove into the tank, and swam towards him at full speed.
The last thing Blowhole remembered for a few hours was a sharp penguin beak being buried into his right eye.
Blowhole made his escape that day; his eye (or what was left of it) bleeding and a death sentence on his head (for some reason, the humans wanted to euthanize him for punishing his trainer). The dolphin tank had been situated close to the shore; one courageous leap, and he was in the ocean.
From there, he found as much scrap metal as he could from the bottom of the sea. He then took sanctuary in an old, unused pipeline…and he began to build.
He built himself a replacement eye. He built himself a device to allow him to travel on land. He built himself an army of lobsters. He built himself a secret laboratory. He built himself a plan for vengeance.
Mankind had been the cause for his downfall, he’d realized. They’d murdered his pod, they hadn’t rushed to help him as he lay dying on the beach, they’d wanted to kill him for his behavior at the aquarium. They’d ruined his life. He wanted to ruin theirs. Flooding the world seemed like the perfect way to do so. Not only would mankind suffer and drown, but the seas would be expanded and he would have free reign over the world. He would even become world ruler.
World Emperor Doctor Blowhole. It had a nice ring to it.
Blowhole had had enough of his pool session for now. Although he was far less clumsy exiting his pool and getting onto his scooter (or, as he preferred to think of it as, his personal transportation device; ‘scooter’ sounded far too frivolous for a future world emperor) now than he had been when he was younger, it was still a difficult maneuver. It was understandable: a twelve-foot-long, 1400 pound dolphin has trouble getting around on land. Even when he has built up enough strength to hold himself upright on a personal transportation device.
Situating himself, he headed off to visit with his captive. Why had he taken a captive, something he’d never done before? Because this captive was Skipper’s best friend.
Every single one of Blowhole’s former plans had been thwarted by Skipper and his team of penguins. Even recently, some of his plans had been thwarted completely by accident by those meddlesome birds. So he had simply set a trap, using Skipper’s best friend as the bait. Trap the penguins, freedom to rule the world.
Blowhole smirked. The realm of land had never been kind to him. But they would soon realize that he was far too intelligent to forget the pain. Ooh, yes, they were all going to pay dearly. From the humans that had led him down this path to the penguins that blocked his road to world domination.
They all amused him with their stupidity.
@Ann0ying_Orange @Lt_Kowalski_ -3-
@Lt_Kowalski_ @Ann0ying_Orange >=D
@Ann0ying_Orange @Lt_Kowalski_ Merp.
@Lt_Kowalski_ @Ann0ying_Orange Huh?
@Ann0ying_Orange @Lt_Kowalski_ Hey. HEY KOWALSKI!! HEY!!!
@Lt_Kowalski_ @Ann0ying_Orange I will ignore that..
@Ann0ying_Orange @Lt_Kowalski_ Knife.
@Lt_Kowalski_ @Ann0ying_Orange I have a cup and a juicer by my side.. Want a round?
@Ann0ying_Orange @Lt_Kowalski_ Naaaaa. I'm good bro :3
@Lt_Kowalski_ @Ann0ying_Orange Then move back a bit because I have a lemon..
@Ann0ying_Orange @Lt_Kowalski_ Whut....
@Lt_Kowalski_ @Ann0ying_Orange Nothing..
@Ann0ying_Orange @Lt_Kowalski_ Ms.Gomez shall get you.~
@Lt_Kowalski_ @Ann0ying_Orange Who the hell is that?
@Ann0ying_Orange @Lt_Kowalski_ MS.GOMEZZZZZ. MAH SELENA GOMEZZZZ. DAT GOMEZZZZ.
@Lt_Kowalski_ @Ann0ying_Orange Uhh... That didn't make sense.. Why don't you crawl into a #pantry and die already..
@Lt_Kowalski_ @Ann0ying_Orange >=D
@Ann0ying_Orange @Lt_Kowalski_ Merp.
@Lt_Kowalski_ @Ann0ying_Orange Huh?
@Ann0ying_Orange @Lt_Kowalski_ Hey. HEY KOWALSKI!! HEY!!!
@Lt_Kowalski_ @Ann0ying_Orange I will ignore that..
@Ann0ying_Orange @Lt_Kowalski_ Knife.
@Lt_Kowalski_ @Ann0ying_Orange I have a cup and a juicer by my side.. Want a round?
@Ann0ying_Orange @Lt_Kowalski_ Naaaaa. I'm good bro :3
@Lt_Kowalski_ @Ann0ying_Orange Then move back a bit because I have a lemon..
@Ann0ying_Orange @Lt_Kowalski_ Whut....
@Lt_Kowalski_ @Ann0ying_Orange Nothing..
@Ann0ying_Orange @Lt_Kowalski_ Ms.Gomez shall get you.~
@Lt_Kowalski_ @Ann0ying_Orange Who the hell is that?
@Ann0ying_Orange @Lt_Kowalski_ MS.GOMEZZZZZ. MAH SELENA GOMEZZZZ. DAT GOMEZZZZ.
@Lt_Kowalski_ @Ann0ying_Orange Uhh... That didn't make sense.. Why don't you crawl into a #pantry and die already..
(HQ)
skipper:alright men we have traing today
Private:can't we have a day off please
Skipper:no
Kowalski:please
Skipper:No!
Rico:PLEASE!
skipper:FINE
penguins:YAH!!!!
(3 hours later and TV turns on)
Skipper:hey what's going on?
Private:I don't know
Dr.Blowhole:pen-guy-ins
Skipper:BLOWHOLE
blowhole:miss me I know I did
Kowalski:no we didn't
(ringtails cames in)
Julien:hello silly penguins
Skipper:RINGTAILS
kowalski:well what do u want
Blowhole:oh nothing is that I have one of your teammates
(private shows on the screen)
Skipper:whoa did not see that caming
Kowalski:PRIVATE!!!!!
Rico:grrr bark bark
skipper:alright men we have traing today
Private:can't we have a day off please
Skipper:no
Kowalski:please
Skipper:No!
Rico:PLEASE!
skipper:FINE
penguins:YAH!!!!
(3 hours later and TV turns on)
Skipper:hey what's going on?
Private:I don't know
Dr.Blowhole:pen-guy-ins
Skipper:BLOWHOLE
blowhole:miss me I know I did
Kowalski:no we didn't
(ringtails cames in)
Julien:hello silly penguins
Skipper:RINGTAILS
kowalski:well what do u want
Blowhole:oh nothing is that I have one of your teammates
(private shows on the screen)
Skipper:whoa did not see that caming
Kowalski:PRIVATE!!!!!
Rico:grrr bark bark
Harry:Alex today is your special day
Alex:fun-sized day
Harry:yeah I guess and we get to do whatever u want
Alex:aw your a nice boyfriend
Harry:yeah I guess
Mars:where are u going can I come
Alex:yes and I don't know where were going
Mars:how about laser tag I love laser tag so do u Alex
Alex:true and we could also go to the zoo
Harry:so laser tag first?
Alex and mars:YEAH!
(at laser tag)
Alex:me,mariella and Hermy are one team and u and Ron on another
Ron:wow u vs your girlfriend
Harry:SHUT UP!
Alex:GO!
(alex shot Ron)
Alex:BOOMBA!!!!
mariella:now Harry
(after laser tag)
Alex:I bet your team hahahahaha
Harry:hahahahaha okay Alex u won know to the zoo
End of part 1 wonder if skipper falls for Alex
Alex:fun-sized day
Harry:yeah I guess and we get to do whatever u want
Alex:aw your a nice boyfriend
Harry:yeah I guess
Mars:where are u going can I come
Alex:yes and I don't know where were going
Mars:how about laser tag I love laser tag so do u Alex
Alex:true and we could also go to the zoo
Harry:so laser tag first?
Alex and mars:YEAH!
(at laser tag)
Alex:me,mariella and Hermy are one team and u and Ron on another
Ron:wow u vs your girlfriend
Harry:SHUT UP!
Alex:GO!
(alex shot Ron)
Alex:BOOMBA!!!!
mariella:now Harry
(after laser tag)
Alex:I bet your team hahahahaha
Harry:hahahahaha okay Alex u won know to the zoo
End of part 1 wonder if skipper falls for Alex