Clyde plopped down on the couch; he poked at his tummy using his mechanical hand, noticing it's significantly rounder than the last time he checked. He looked far beyond tired and couldn't help wondering what he had been doing for the past several days.
His orange jumpsuit which they kept while still serving their time were nearly impossible to button up; several times he had to wrestle with them just to get it up past mid-thigh and over his hips. Lots of long days locked up and without nothing to do, he'd always been able to eat up what he wanted and never had to work up his figure. But now it seemed that was no longer the case since the day they were released from prison.
He squirmed uncomfortably on the couch and looked over at Bonnie who was munching on a bag of Cheetos and a remote control on hand. Bonnie herself was stick thin, but she wasn't fit, just skinny. The poor guy needed to get in shape and build some muscle.
"Hey Bonnie, I gotta ask you somthin, is there a gym here in this whole island?" Clyde slid closer, and eyed the Cheetos, crunchy cheese flavor. He couldn't control himself and took a handful, munching on the Cheetos as he waited for Bonnie's reply.
"Not sure, why? Something wrong?" she questioned
"I was wondering, since we've been on parole for some time now, lately I have been letting myself go. So I'm thinking it's about time to get this body back in shape"
"For some reason, I agree with those words; you've been hogging the tv on your lazy bum all week. Why if there was a prize for the best couch potato, you'd probably win gold, silver and bronze" she laughed.
"Wow! You sure know how to let the cat out of the bag. Come on think, there must be something here"
"There is an outdoor gym right next to the beach. But before that, try giving me 10 pushups on the floor" Bonnie turned back to the tv, reaching her hand inside the Cheetos package and washing it down with a 2 liter bottle of fizzy soda.
"But I can't even do one" Clyde answered, unsure of himself.
"On the ground now mister!" Bonnie demanded
Clyde heaved himself off the sofa and onto the floor. He managed to do one push up before he collapsed out of tiredness. His whole body went limp trying desperately to catch his breath.
"Give me a minute. I don't know if I can move yet" replies Clyde weakly.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, shame!" Bonnie frowned at the big lummox.
"You know I'm not really much of an outdoor type. I would rather steal a treadmill so I could run here, but there is absolutely no room in this apartment!" he complained.
"Now that you kinda mentioned it, our cousin Kixx has built an awesome gym right into town. It has everything you might need for a workout; barbells, dumbbells, ellipticals, even a boxing ring, practically anything you could ask for" Bonnie suggested.
Clyde had felt his curiosity pique. He felt like a wimp, but the thought of heading to the gym made his heart pound. Judging by the size of his gut, it's clear he would need a lot of sessions. He felt his mouth go slack for a moment.
"Does his gym have treadmills?" he asked
"Come er' for a second" she motioned for him to come closer.
Bonnie raised a free hand and smacked the back of his head.
She rolled her eyes and explained slowly "Hello, earth to Clyde, is there anything in that big noggin' of yours? Yes there is, even treadmills!"
"Do you think cousin Kixx would mind?" Clyde wondered if Kixx would be upset if he'd found out he was working out in his gym, considering they have quite a bad reputation for stealing priceless artifacts in the past.
"You're the one who wants to work out, you go there!" Bonnie shot back
Shaking it off, he looked down glumly at his jiggling tummy "What if Kixx throws me out of his gym?" he nervously asked.
"We're paroled now remember, he probably won't mind if you visited, so as long as you don't steal anything from him. You'll be fine!" she assured Clyde.
"Sounds like a perfect plan, now I can go trade my flabs for abs" Clyde stretched his back up proudly, flexing his imaginary biceps.
Bonnie folded her hands behind her head before she spoke up. "Well whatever, just promise me you'd keep your sights off other girls, especially a certain blue boys pink furred girlfriend, got it?"
"Hey no sweat, you can count on me Bonnie"
She glared fiercely at Clyde, eyeing him suspiciously as if his loyalty to her had already been broken. Clyde just glanced back in return.
"I hope so, because if I catch you flirting with some chick from the sidewalk, you'd already be looking at your stuff lying outside the door" Bonnie replied, pointing her finger to the door.
Clyde nervously chuckled. "He-he, you got it"
"Good! Now there's dessert in the fridge if you want to eat" Bonnie slightly teased him.
"No thanks, I'm having fruit tonight" He refused to accept her subtle, but tempting offer.
"Congratulations, you passed the first test" she slowly clapped her hands, trying to hold back her laughter.
The brown kleptomaniac inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with air, a grin spread across his face.
"Perhaps there is hope for me after all" Clyde enthusiastically acknowledges himself.
"That's the spirit Clyde!" Bonnie cheered.
"With Kixx's help tomorrow, I know that I can do it!" He admits with a small smile.
To be continued...