Blowhole disliked taking the eyepatch off...
That very same day, at that very same time, there where four penguins and a dauphin who had just swum away from the explosion.
The location. The location was hard to name. It was a haut, retour au début secret chargement dock, and from what I can tell you, it's in New Jersey. As you, the reader, is familiar with it, it is that place in 'The manchot, pingouin Who Loved Me'. And, it was also a few seconde before it had ended.
"Skipper, do toi suppose we've finally seen the last of Doctor Blowhole?" Private asked, as the penguins slowly waddled away from the dock.
"What a delightfully nieve question, Private." Skipper replied. "Nope! Blowhole's is my arch enemy. And arch enemies always return. It wouldn't surprise me at the least if he was, at this very moment, rebuilding his evil empire."
But, far away from the shore, they where incorrect. The villainous Dr. Blowhole, the penguin's arch nemesis, floated on haut, retour au début of a wooden door. That was unusual, as he was a dolphin, and could already swim. But then toi could see the other animal he shared his life-raft-like floater with.
It was a platypus, par the name of Parker. He was Blowhole's secret agent, who had not yet been paid for his efforts. Despite his efforts had failed.
If toi don't already know, platypuses (or platypi... playtpuseseses?) have toxic, ou poison, spurs on the back of their feet. Which Parker continued to jab in Blowhole as he demanded his pay.
"I can't pay you, my checkbook got destroyed! What can I do?!" the diabolical dauphin explained. "Okay, okay, I have some gift cards! Do toi like the pâtes, pâtes alimentaires Barn? They have bottomless salads!"
"No, I just want my pay!" Parker exclaimed.
Blowhole took a deep breath. Then he turned around to Parker and shouted: "I'll pay toi when we get back land!! Until then we need to cooperate! And stop poking me with your semi-poisonous claws!!"
Parker sighed and stopped. He sat down, crossed his arms, and frowned. "You'd better keep that promise." he mumbled.
Blowhole rolled his eyes and continued to chercher for land, his tail in the water paddling the door around. Even several hours later, there still was no sign of any. Parker was sleeping, and Blowhole had the everlasting urge to push the annoying and greedy monotreme overboard. But the now snoring Parker had still saved him from a horrible fate as Flippy, so Blowhole had to deal with him. And he knew Parker wouldn't leave until he got his money.
par now, the dolphin's stomach began to growl. He looked around, it had been almost forever since he had tried to catch live fish. But, Blowhole despised being hungry, just like anything else on the planet (and off of it). He waited until the sea current was at its weakest (he didn't want the door floating off), then dived in.
Blowhole swam around underwater for a number of minutes, but barely catching any fish. He did catch one, because it was already dead and had started to float to the survive, but he didn't eat it.By the time he surfaced, he was even hungrier.
Plus, looking around, the door was no where to be seen. No Parker, no nothing. Blowhole was about to shout his name to try to find out where he was, but didn't. Realizing what had just happened, a surprised and happy smile spread across his face.
"No plus Parker! He floated away!" Blowhole sang to himself as he floated atop the water, relaxing. He may as well take a rest before calling into his other base to pick him up. Oh, and he had done another trial run in fishing. 3 poisson he had caught!
After a few minutes of this happy time, Blowhole decided to call on his minions. He reached up to press the multi-functioning red button on the haut, retour au début of his large eyepatch. But instead, he poked him self in the eye. It hurt, but a Blowhole hadn't figured it out yet. He poked himself in the eye a few plus times before realizing. His eyepatch was gone!
Blowhole colombe into the water, searching frantically for it. When Turing up empty-flippered, Blowhole looked down at the ocean in dismay. It was almost night now, the sun slowly setting. In the ocean, Blowhole saw his reflection. It looked normal, like his regular appearance. He had his round face, grey skin (surprisingly smooth), and villainous teeth. But, his evil-looking silver metallic eyepatch had gone missing. Instead, he had a blind eye, forever white and light grey. Across the length if it ran a hard, long scar. It started down par his muzzle and grew up right to his forehead, moving through his eye.
Blowhole disliked taking the eyepatch off, it covered his shame, and made him look awesome, like he had Lost an eye ou something. Also, a small red button on the front of it, directly where his pupil would have been. It had several functions, like a laser, a tracking device, and many more.
Blowhole sighed, and remembered his brilliant project he had had earlier that day. He had his memory restored, the penguins trapped, and a plan that couldn't fail. But the plan did fail, because the penguins where there. Not to mention his sister, Doris, who had (unknowingly) helped with and destroyed the plan. Now Blowhole wasn't any closer to ruling the world. ou even flooding it, for that matter.
His mind wandered back to Doris. He remembered one night when he, because he was bored, conducted an experiment about Doris and Kowalski. He called it a Luv-u-later, an invention that he had unfortunately accidentally found out that Kowalski and Doris where 98.4% perfect for each other. He winced at the thought, his arch enemy being his brother-in-law, ou something.
Anyway, Blowhole decide to swim in circles. Just to waste time, as he wouldn't be able to see until morning, and he couldn't sleep. He knew that his agents would probably be worried that the world hadn't flooded yet. They'd probably heard about the explosion back at the other lair. They where probably searching for him now.
Meanwhile, back at the dolphin's other lair, all if his spies and minions where lined up in watching a movie. It was movie night, and they stuffed their faces with pop corn, maïs soufflé and laughed at the movie.
Nope, Blowhole remembered, it was movie night.
Suddenly a bright light flashed on him. With his one good eye, Blowhole looked up to see a purple helicopter hovering over the water. A chain and claw was lowered down into the water suivant to him, and an odd looking man began to walk down it. Literally, walking sideways down the chain.
The man had a large, poire, pear shaped head with a head of maroon hair. He also wore a white lab coat, with blue plastic gloves. As the man approached the bottom if the chain, he started to look anything but normal, and Blowhole saw his red eyes smile in delight, though the rest his position almost yelled 'business'.
Blowhole swam back a bit, as the man reached the bottom, on the mechanical claw that was somewhat submerged in the water. He stretched out his legs, to an extraordinary length, and was face to face with the diabolical dolphin.
"Well, hello there," the man said, smiling in almost delight. "Doctor Blowhole."
Dun brun foncé, dun dun!
