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A few days later, Iggy's tension to try the workout program had  ceased... well, almost. Would it cause possible pain?

He had a million questions to ask Lemmy the next morning, but he asked only one.

"How long will the session last?"

"Oh, about an hour or so. A very quick one."

Iggy breathed a sigh of relief.

Twenty minutes later...

"What are we doing in Water Land?" asked Iggy to Lemmy.

"Well, the first part of your training involves swimming," Lemmy replied.

Iggy gulped. "Lemmy, you know I can't swim worth bea-"

Too late. Lemmy nonchalantly shoved Iggy into the water of Wendy's pool. He immediately started gasping for breath.

"I'll time you," said Lemmy. "Swim five laps across the pool, starting NOW!"

Iggy hesitated, but when he saw Lemmy pull out a Stop Watch, he sped across the water like a frightened Goomba.

Iggy's arms twisted and turned across the water, splashing and panting all the way. He spilled water on Morton, who was watching Iggy being "tortured".

"Hey, watch it, you fatty!" screamed Morton meanly.

"You're no better!" retorted Iggy with a mouthful of water.

Ludwig trotted by, drinking a milkshake and listening to music on his WalkKoopa. "Zo, iz thiz Iggy's training program, you fatty?" asked Ludwig meanly.

"You're no better!" retorted Morton.

Exasperated, Iggy touched the edge of the pool with his claw. "Time!" he gasped.

"Ten minutes and forty-three seconds," said Lemmy. "For the first lap."

Iggy fainted into the water.

***

That night, Iggy had a very strange dream. He dreamed he was in a pool filled with the milkshake liquid. Iggy tried to swim through it, but every time he moved, Lemmy rushed over  telling him that the move took ten minutes. Horrible music was blaring in the background, and Ludwig and Morton kept poking each other with instruments of torture. Iggy had no recollection of his dream the next day.

***

During the morning before lunch, Lemmy took Iggy to Sky Land. "Why are we going here?" asked the glasses-wearing Koopa nervously.

"To see Roy."

Iggy gulped.

"Now, now. If you can get through this, I'll take you to McTroopa's for lunch and get you a milkshake."

"How about just a meal with some soda?" asked Iggy half-heartedly.

"Okay, if that's what you want."

When they touched down, Roy immediately gave Iggy a noogie. "Ready for a workout, punk?" Roy barked.

"Um, I guess so."

"Then good! Follow me; we're gonna do some BOXING!!!"

In the changing room, Roy put on his favorite outfit: purple shorts with green gloves. Roy then squeezed on Iggy some orange gloves and blue shorts.

"Let's go to the arena, punk. My fans'll be sure to accept me with my sense of fashion!"

Wondering how boxers knew anything about fashion, Iggy climbed to his side of the ring.

The bell rang. At the first cling, Roy zoomed over and punched Iggy in the nose.

"Oh yeah? Well, I'm gonna"-

Roy gave Iggy a ferocious uppercut.

Sprawled on the ground, Iggy mustered up the strength to give Roy a good roundhouse kick.

Suffering minimal damage because of his fat, Roy sneered at Iggy, "This ain't karate, this is boxing!"
and showed Iggy just how hard he could give stomach punches.

***

The afternoon after that, Lemmy decided to take Iggy to his own land, Ice Land.

"Now you will truly see the power of fun!" he squealed.

Iggy demanded, "What am I to do, though?"

"Oh. Just ice skate, that's all."

"NO! NO! N"-

Again, it was too late. Lemmy had already pushed Iggy onto the ice. Iggy immediately stumbled and fell into the water.

"Hmm," frowned Lemmy. "Better get you some skates."

After paying ten coins for a pair of Koopa Mach 2 Skaters, Iggy had laced the boots on in no time.
Now if he could just get up...

"WOAH!"

Iggy slippped on the ice's slickness and fell into the water again.

"Well, perhaps I should give you some lessons," Lemmy said as he circled Iggy.

"Oh NO."

***

Lemmy grabbed on to Iggy and slowly pushed him around the iceberg. "I'm going to let go now. Remember, keep moving your feet like you're walking."

As soon as Lemmy let go, Iggy... kept right on skating!

"Hey, this is fun! I'm doing it, Lemmy! Can you believe it? I'm such a good-" Not watching where he was going, Iggy fell into the water for the third time.

***

On the fourth and final day of Iggy's workout program, Lemmy told Iggy that they would be meeting in his room.

"Okay, I'm here.  Now what?"

"This is for you." Lemmy tossed Iggy a blue ball with a pink star on it.

"Er, what are we doing?" Iggy bit his lip.

"Ball-riding! I thought it'd be more of a fun way to get you in shape."

Iggy climbed on the ball and fell off in a split second.

"Oh, dear."

Iggy climbed back on the ball.

"Iggy, just move your feet like you're walking. No, no, on the ball. Not figuratively, literally!"

After two hours of falling off, Iggy had finally lost the extra 30 pounds.

***

At Bowser's birthday, everyone was waiting for Iggy and Lemmy's act. All of a sudden, the curtain opened by itself, and Lemmy stood there with Iggy, in perfect shape!

Iggy rode on his ball holding Lemmy's hand, and Lemmy did the same with Iggy. They then switched to diffferent balls by hopping ("Ooooooh") and then rode together on the same ball ("Aaaaaaaaah").
Iggy then climbed on top of Lemmy's head and rode on the ball with him.

And Bowser had a very happy birthday.

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