Uncle Ball and Timmy gulped as they looked at the muscular men in the gym. One had shoulders like boulders, and several of them had such large chests it looked like barbie doll heads had been glued on Hulk figurines. They were suddenly doubting their decision to try to lose weight and become much more fit. And as they stood there, sweating before even doing any sweat-inducing exercise, they started doubting even more their decision to ask _that_ person to be their coach and ensure they stuck to their fitness goals.

Ball looked at Timmy: "Maybe we should just stop eating."

Timmy replied him after biting his hot dog

"So you're telling me that I won't be able to eat hot dogs? I'd rather that person to be our coach and that also means you won't be able to eat fish."

"You're right for once in your life Timmy."

That person heard their conversation and they get closer to Ball and Timmy. That person was Dr. Ggo his face was in shadow like usual

"And what's wrong with me being your coach?"

Ball and Timmy were speechless. They didn't see that it was Dr Ggo at first they only understand it when he got closer to them. Ball answered him:

"Nothing… it's just… uh… I didn't know that you were working out in here."

"What did you expect? I need to protect myself."

The two slightly perhaps ever so gently overweight men and boys were extremely bemused. They were confused for two reasons. Bamboozled, even.

1) How the hell did Dr GGO have a purple and white beard? Did he dye it?

"Did you dye your beard?" Ball asked.

"No. It's natural." And the fisherman sighed because his own beard game was truly weak in comparison.

2) What the hell was he doing in this gym.

"Why are you in this gym rather than any others?" asked Timmy.

"-GOOD THAT YOU ASKED!" An old lady who looked far too frail walked over and introduced herself to them, showing her toothless gums. "We all train here together."

"Uh, who is you, and who is we?"

"I am Gao Feng. I believe you know my grandson Coleman who went and called himself a Dr. He told me he had a fat fisherman friend."

"Your Isaac's great grandma?! How are you still alive?"

(Ball was still stewing though that his best friend had called him fat. Even though he was fat.)

"-That's what the Antique Alliance is about!"

"The what?"

"The group of old people training at this gym to keep in fitness. Look."

She gestured to the far corner of the gym, where a boulder-shoulder middle aged man was struggling with a machine. He left and gave it to a shirtless old guy with balding hair, who immediately MAXED OUT the machine.

"IS THAT MR GLANZ?!"

Ball wanted to get out of there as soon as possible

"Let's just pretend like we didn't see them. Okay Timmy?"

"I don't think that I will be able to do that. Also, Mrs Gao Feng I'm one of Isaac's childhood friends. How come I don't know about you?"

The lady answered him.

"I left to work out peacefully." Timmy looked at her blankly and continued to talk.

"Is there any place that children can work out?"

"Yes. I believe my granddaughter is currently teaching another girl how to box there. She was once a world women's heavyweight boxing champion you know? Much better than that nerd of a grandson Coleman."

They both wondered who the granddaughter in question could be. But the answer came very soon to them.

"Betty?"

"Yes."

Uncle Ball felt rather neglected these days, and almost dejected. First his best childhood friend had called him fat, and then his other friend had not deigned to tell him that she was a world champion heavyweight boxer. It was a strange thing, being the boring one in a fiery set of friends. One was doomed forever to bear the brunt of their attitudes and have no sense of individuality.

-But Ball remembered why he was here in the first place. Yes, he thought, he, along with young Timmy, was here to take control of their own lives. To get rid of the fat which literally and metaphorically slowed them down. He looked at the shirtless Glanz, who was doing pullups with a weight attached to his hip.

"If that old man can do it, and he looks inches away from the graveyard, then we can do it here. Tell us how best to improve our bodies." he said, confidently, ignoring the fact this confidence was completely and utterly not reflected in Timmy's face.

He would later regret that statement. Very soon, actually.

Timmy felt nervous about it but he didn't dare to say anything. Gao Feng started talking "First of all you have to eat healthy things unlike the thing you're eating right now young man." She looked at Timmy who was eating another hot dog.

"But how am I supposed to do that? I can't live without hot dogs."

"Then you can't improve your body and stay like that."

"If I won't be able to eat hot dogs then no thanks. Uncle Ball, I'll wait for you outside."

Ball felt like he wanted to punch Timmy but he let it go because he also wanted to start as soon as possible.

Gao Feng however suddenly winked at him. "Young man, to leave you have to ask for The Ring to leave. Just follow the directions."

Uncle Ball did not believe the teenager would fall for it.

"Okay. I'll ask for an assistant to help me."

-Well, it looked like Timmy was on his way to getting beat up by Betty's punches, which he couldn't say was a too bad outcome considering the latter's lack of commitment to improving his fitness.

"Now, what do I do?" he asked Gao Feng.

"You can start by getting on the treadmill. Try and keep up with the beginner's pacer." she replied, with a toothless smile.

15 minutes later, Ball was almost dead and had been lapped by the beginner's pacer 32.5 times. Sweat poured in rivers down his back and his legs were jellified like a jello pudding. He could not catch a second of Oxygen, even with his heavy breathing.

There was a massive crash in the corner which distracted him, however.

"CALL AN AMBULANCE! GLANZ HAS COLLAPSED!"

Ball took advantage of everyones distraction and looked for Timmy. Timmy looked like he was crying for minutes. He took Timmy with him and got outside and they started to wait for the ambulance Ball wanted to leave but Timmy didn't because Glanz was important to Shawn and if something was important to Shawn, it was important for everyone else in the team too. They heard someone shouting

"DON'T WORRY I'M OKAY I WAS JUST RESTING!"

Ball understood that that person was Mr Glanz so he immediately started run away with Timmy.

However, all in one moment his lack of energy after 15 minutss against the beginner treadmill pace caught up to him. Just as the shirtless Glanz did a backflip off the stretcher, he was smacked midair by a desperate Ball who pushed him out the air and strapped himself onto the stretcher.

"Sir? What are you doing?"

"Um. I need urgent medical care."

"Okay…"

Ball wondered how to emphasise his point to get a comfy hospital bed, before deciding to pretend to be one of his fish after he took them out the tank. He thrashed around and gulped as if trying to get air, hoping that it might work.

Unfortunately, he was driven to a mental hospital instead.

"You will only be able to leave after the counselor has assessed you to be mentally sane. He will be back from Mexico in 10 days."

"10 DAYS?"

Ball thought "At least I'm free." The next 10 days were going to be rough though. Ball didn't want to lose weight anymore because he didn't want these things to happen again. He decided to accept his faith and get along with it. Quite realistically, nobody cared about his weight since he was much better these days anyway.

A/N- Honestly me posting this trashfic is somewhat unholy but eh. It is what it is. Sorry to inflict this upon you Melon.