Ringo and Bot were in the gym.
Ringo ran on a machine.
He was huffing and puffing.
Bot was whistling a tune.
Lucy walked by and laughed.
"You're not just little, Tiny.
You're out of shape.
And so is your junk robot!"
"Watch this!" Ringo said.
He ran faster.
"I'm getting in shape now!"
Ringo ran fast until Lucy was gone.
Then he hopped off the machine.
Ringo bent over.
He was out of breath.
"Whew! I hate working out!"
"You should stop and rest," Bot said.
Ringo shook his head.
"I'm the smallest rookie on the base.
I need to be strong for Space Patrol."
Ringo started running again.
He saw Lucy across the room.
She was doing lots of exercise.
Ringo sighed. "Lucy is in great shape."
Bot shrugged. "You're good at fixing robots."
"Thanks, Bot," Ringo said. "But—"
Beep!
Ringo looked at his phone.
He had a new message.
The message was from Captain Nova.
Come to my office—right now!