Pretty much what the title says. Looking at the past of what Blowhole did as a baby or an adult. Enjoy!
Blowhole ran out of the bathroom.
He was a little five month old baby dolphin, on a red skateboard.
"Victor Blowhole! Get in here so mommy can clean you!" his mother, Crystal, told him.
She was a penguin with green eyes and her feathers in a bun.
She chased after him.
He went into his room, hiding underneath his bed.
He giggled at his little game of hide and seek.
She lifted the blanket to him, grabbing him before he could escape.
He let out a whine of protest.
"Oh no, you don't Victor. We need to put a diaper on you." She told him, as he struggled to get out of her grip.
He whined again.
Crystal laid him on a pad to change him.
He squirmed, trying to get away.
However he was defenseless without his skateboard that was behind her.
"Victor, stop moving. I need to do this." She told him, powdering his butt with baby powder.
He let out another whine of protest.
"I know you don't like this but it's for your own good."
She grabbed a special made diaper for him and stabbed it on him.
He squirmed, looking uncomfortable with it on him.
He rolled on his stomach, inching towards his skateboard.
She pulled it around her and laid him on it.
He moved around, cooing.
It was getting dark and it was about his bed time.
He already had his bath and a fresh diaper on him.
"Come along sweetie; let's get you a bottle so you can go to sleep." She told him.
He yawned shaking his head.
Telling her he wasn't tired, but really was.
She smiled gently at him.
She grabbed him, lifting him onto his crib like bed.
He shook his head.
She pulled the covers up to his chin.
She stroke his cheek.
"I'll be back in a minute honey. Be a good boy and stay in bed while mommy goes get your bottle."
She kissed the tip of his nose, and left.
She walked into the kitchen, and started fixing a bottle of milk.
She needed to make sure that he'd get the nutrients he needed that you would find in dolphin milk.
She shook the bottle after pulling it out of the microwave.
She sprayed a squirt of milk on her flipper, making sure it was too hot or too cold.
It was perfect. A lukewarm feeling had touched her flipper.
She smiled, walking back towards his room.
She saw him trying to climb out of his bed.
"Oh no, you don't." she told him, grabbing him and laying him back on his bed.
He cried out in surprise.
She covered him up.
"You little scamp!" She told him, chuckling.
He looked at her, then started nuzzling towards the milk.
She stuck the bottle in his mouth.
He gulped it down happily.
"Not too fast sweetie, you'll get a tummy ache."
He slowed down a bit.
She smiled at him gently.
He was lying in her flippers, being fed.
She gave him a loving look.
He grasped the bottle with his flippers, not old enough to hold it himself.
Shortly the bottle was empty.
She pulled it away.
She rolled him onto her shoulder, burping him.
He let out a loud burp.
She pulled him to look at her.
He smiled at her with half closed eyes.
She laid him down.
He yawned, nuzzling her side sleepily.
She laid an orange plush fish wearing a green hat next to him.
He hugged it, sticking his flipper in his mouth, sucking it.
She kissed his cheek, pulling the blanket further on him, making sure not cover his face.
He had fallen asleep.
"Good night Victor." She whispered to him, kissing him once again.
She went over to the door, casting a loving look at him, before shutting the door.
Misunderstanding (base off of a comic strip I read)
Blowhole was staring at the TV.
The Lunacorns were playing and he looked wide eyed at it.
He watched the pink unicorn.
Crystal came into the room.
"We are going to learn about the birds and the bees."
She looked at the TV in alarm.
"And other creatures that start with the letter B!"
She let out a sigh of relief.
Good thing he wasn't watching a show like that.
He was way too young to learn about that kind of stuff.
"Mommy!" Blowhole cried.
His head was stuck in the playpen.
She came in to see her little boy stuck.
"Victor." She chuckled gently.
She grabbed ahold of him.
"This is going to hurt a little okay." She told him.
He did his best to nod.
She grabbed his neck, careful not to choke him, and pulled.
He let out cries of pain.
She sighed. "I know baby, this isn't going to work."
She sighed again.
"I'm going to get some butter or some baby oil to slip you out of those bars. I'll be back."
She went into the bathroom and came back with baby oil.
She rubbed it against the side of his head.
"Now let's try this again." She replied, trying to get him out once again.
He let out squeaks of pain then managed to get him out.
He clicked happily after getting free.
He rubbed against her happily.
"I'm glad too." She replied hugging him.
Every Christmas it was the same.
Getting trap in the wrapping, ribbons, tape and bows.
Blowhole growled at his situation.
It was always the same problem.
No matter how much older he got he still couldn't stop getting trap in the holiday wrapping supplies.
One of the lobsters came in, seeing his boss in a dilemma.
"What?" Blowhole snapped, struggling against the red ribbon wrapping against him.
He let out a frustrated cry.
"Um… I just came to inform you about what the penguins are doing…"
"I don't care. I have problems of my own right now." Blowhole replied, trying to get out of the holiday trimming.
He let out another cry.
"Stupid Christmas wrapping!"
He slumped against the ground, frowning.
The lobster smiled in amusement.
Blowhole can do so many things except wrap a Christmas right without getting into trouble.
The lobster went up to his tangled boss.
"Here doc, let me help."
The lobster grabbed the wrapping and started pulling it off.
Blowhole scowled himself for getting himself into trouble.
The lobster then pulled the ribbon and tape off.
"Doc have you ever considered having one of us wrap your present for you?" The lobster asked.
Blowhole sighed. "Yes, but one present I always wrap it by myself."
"And you end up like this." The lobster finished, pulling the rest of the supplies on him.
Blowhole sighed. "Yea."
He reached for a badly wrapped present.
"No matter how hard I try and I just can't do it right."
The lobster looked at the gift.
Wrapping paper was crumbled and tried with the ribbon in an awkward way, with two bows on each side.
The lobster grimaced at the badly wrapped present.
"I can't do any of this right."
He sat the present down, muttering to himself.
The lobster grabbed the present and started fixing it.
He held up the present.
"There you go doc, a neatly wrapped present. You just need to practice."
Blowhole looked at the present.
The lobster placed the gift in his boss's flippers.
"Practice doc." The lobster repeated.
Blowhole looked at the neatly wrapped present in his flippers.
The lobster was heading out the door.
"Thank you Red one." Blowhole called out to him.
The lobster looked at him in surprise then smiled at his boss.
"It was no problem doc."
Blowhole looked at the present.
Maybe next year won't be bad.