Marlene sat in the quarters provided for her; Blowhole had to arrange a trip and guards for his lair, and had placed her here, guarded por four lobsters, so that she wouldn’t try to escape.
Not that she was going to even attempt something like that; she fingered the colarinho, colar around her neck. She had already tried to find a way to remove it, but there were no buckles or clips to undo. Saying that the knowledge she had a non-removable bomb around her neck unnerved her would be a gross understatement.
And what irony; the one time she would have very much liked for Skipper to show up to help her out of a sticky situation, he doesn’t. She was going to have to give him a stern talking to seguinte time she saw him. Provided she ever saw him again.
What a dia so far. This morning, she was spring cleaning. Now she was a prisoner of a megalomaniac golfinho with an explosive around her throat.
Speaking of megalomaniac dolphins, there was the son of a gun himself. He had entered her room, rostrum in the air like some sort of smartass. Which he probably was; most of the dolphins she had known were smartasses to some extent.
“I hope you are prepared for your journey,” he stated.
“Sure, but…” Marlene bit her lip. “…there’s just one problem. See, last time I went outside –“
“—you turned into a vicious, snarling beast with a ferocious lust for Julien,” Blowhole finished. He smirked at her surprised expression. “You forget, I have cameras all over the city. I witnessed the entire entertaining event. And I know how to solve your shapeshifting problem. I’m going to accompany you.”
This surprised Marlene. “Oh really?”
Blowhole nodded. “One of the dolphins I knew years atrás had the same problem. Whenever he was transported, he would, as your friends so aptly put it, ‘go wild.’ When he was transported with a pod mate, or any other animal for that matter, who did not ‘go wild,’ he would remain calm.” He smirked; Marlene noticed that he was quite fond of smirking. “As you may have guessed, I am one of the fortunate animais that retains total self control in the wilderness.”
“And I guess,” Marlene added, “you also want to keep a close eye on me. Make sure I don’t do anything with your precious golden statue, right?”
“Exactly,” Blowhole replied, “now, up on your paws. We leave now.”
Seeing his fin was poised over the detonator, Marlene had no choice but to get up. And it seemed wise to get up quickly.
Not that she was going to even attempt something like that; she fingered the colarinho, colar around her neck. She had already tried to find a way to remove it, but there were no buckles or clips to undo. Saying that the knowledge she had a non-removable bomb around her neck unnerved her would be a gross understatement.
And what irony; the one time she would have very much liked for Skipper to show up to help her out of a sticky situation, he doesn’t. She was going to have to give him a stern talking to seguinte time she saw him. Provided she ever saw him again.
What a dia so far. This morning, she was spring cleaning. Now she was a prisoner of a megalomaniac golfinho with an explosive around her throat.
Speaking of megalomaniac dolphins, there was the son of a gun himself. He had entered her room, rostrum in the air like some sort of smartass. Which he probably was; most of the dolphins she had known were smartasses to some extent.
“I hope you are prepared for your journey,” he stated.
“Sure, but…” Marlene bit her lip. “…there’s just one problem. See, last time I went outside –“
“—you turned into a vicious, snarling beast with a ferocious lust for Julien,” Blowhole finished. He smirked at her surprised expression. “You forget, I have cameras all over the city. I witnessed the entire entertaining event. And I know how to solve your shapeshifting problem. I’m going to accompany you.”
This surprised Marlene. “Oh really?”
Blowhole nodded. “One of the dolphins I knew years atrás had the same problem. Whenever he was transported, he would, as your friends so aptly put it, ‘go wild.’ When he was transported with a pod mate, or any other animal for that matter, who did not ‘go wild,’ he would remain calm.” He smirked; Marlene noticed that he was quite fond of smirking. “As you may have guessed, I am one of the fortunate animais that retains total self control in the wilderness.”
“And I guess,” Marlene added, “you also want to keep a close eye on me. Make sure I don’t do anything with your precious golden statue, right?”
“Exactly,” Blowhole replied, “now, up on your paws. We leave now.”
Seeing his fin was poised over the detonator, Marlene had no choice but to get up. And it seemed wise to get up quickly.
