For the next few days, Frank was wearing a muumuu because his usual clothes no longer fit him. While Frank was fat, the girls were getting more fitter and healthier for that is essential to fighting crime.

Heather was in her room on the computer sighing. She could not find anything in the database about the escaped convicts known as the Amazons.

She called Michael on the intercom. "Frank, come in here i need your help."

Frank came in, He looked like a gigantic blueberry. He was big now and it was evident when the girls found out he was over 400 pounds. Heather was always shocked when Michael came near her. "uh...yeah i'm having trouble with finding anything on these girls can you help?"

"Sure, it's probably....nothing." he was trying to sit down next to the computer. As he went to type a key, he ended hitting two at the same time. Heather was watching with an eyebrow lifted and her hands on her hips. He corrected his mistake and went on. He gave Heather the info. She thanked him. But suddenly the keys were now stuck down to the keyboard. His fingers were too fat. "Frank what's the problem?" Heather asked.

"Nothing I just realized something." he said and went waddling out with Heather looking confused.