Flintheart Glomgold sat at his kitchen counter. He took his plastic fork and started to cut out a large slice of a cake covered in frosting and sprinkles.
"Flinty, are you doing okay, lad?" Scrooge asked as he laid eyes on the large cake.
"I'm better than okay, have you seen me?"
"This is the third cake you've had today. Why don't you take a break?"
"Why should I?" Glomgold retorted.
"You know that's really unhealthy for you." Scrooge pulled out a chair and sat next to him. "Why have you been eating so much cake lately?"
"I feel like it." Glomgold said as he took another bite.
"Really, why?" Scrooge echoed. "You know that when people crave junk food it means something's up."
Glomgold sighed. "I just…I hate having to keep this relationship a secret." He looked at Scrooge. "Pretending to be your enemy just sucks all the life out of me."
"This isn't how to deal with it. You realize you're really out of shape? What happened to the young and fit Flinty?"
"He's not here."
"Guess I'll need to bring him back."
Glomgold looked up from the cake. "What do you mean?"
"I'm gonna work you back into shape."
"You're kidding."
"I'm not!" Scrooge protested. "We're goin' to the gym. Put your cake down."
"No." Glomgold said with a flat tone.
Scrooge grabbed Glomgold's hand. "We are going. TO THE GYM." He echoed. He pulled him out of the chair.
"Do I have to?" Glomgold whined as he walked up to a treadmill.
"For the hundredth time, yes."
Glomgold stepped on. "How fast do I make this thing go?"
"Hmm…" Scrooge examined the control panel. "How about two miles per hour?" He started the belt.
"This ain't bad…" Glomgold started to walk.
"You're doing well so I guess I can move it up to three…" Scrooge pressed a button.
"Maybe n-"
"Or four!" He pressed it again.
"Hang on there Scroogey-" Glomgold tripped and fell on his face.
Scrooge stopped the treadmill. "Aye, maybe we should try something else." He took out a dollar bill from his pocket. "Get back on there."
"I just fell-"
"If you get back on there I might give you this dollar."
Glomgold sighed. "Fineee…."
Scrooge set the treadmill to two miles per hour. He held out the dollar bill in front of Glomgold just past the treadmill's reach.
"Come on, Flinty! Do it for the money!"
Glomgold reached for the dollar bill but Scrooge yanked it away.
"You gotta go faster if you want this!"
Glomgold repeatedly pressed the button to increase the speed of the treadmill. "I want this!" He exclaimed.
"Do you really want this?"
"I want this!" He echoed.
"YOU HAVE TO REALLY WANT THIS, FLINTY! MOVE IT, C'MON!" Scrooge shouted.
"I REALLY WANT THIS OKAY!" Glomgold shouted back.
"Excuse me, sirs?" One of the gym staff approached them.
"Yes?" Scrooge asked. Glomgold was still sprinting and reaching for the money.
"You're intimidating our clientele."
"That's ridiculous!"
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Leave this!" Scrooge took out a small stack of dollar bills and smacked the man across the face.
"Scroogey, did you have to make them call security on us?" Glomgold asked as they re-entered his house.
"I'm sorry, Flinty. I just got a bit excited."
"…Thanks." Glomgold smiled at Scrooge.
"Did you lose any weight?"
Glomgold stepped on his scale. "Only one pound…"
"Guess we'll have to keep at it." Scrooge said.
"Tomorrow?"
"Hm?"
"We going to keep this up tomorrow?"
"…you want to?" Scrooge asked.
"As long as you're there, I do."