Beautifully Wrong

I Can Make You a Man!

Rocky sat on the ladder, half in and half out of the tank. Magneta, Riff-Raff and Columbia stopped dancing, looking over as Frank stood next to where Rocky sat.

"Oh, really? That's no way to behave on your first day out." Rocky pouted and rest his chin on the bar. This changed Frank's expression completely. He put his hands on Rocky's thigh. "But, um, since you're such an exceptional beauty, I'm prepared to forgive you." He smiled, hugging his knee. Rocky smiled and banged his hands against the bars, causing Frank to smile too.

The Transylvanians applauded again. Magenta and Columbia threw their aprons in the tank, moving to stand near Frank. Columbia stood on the ladder.

"Oh, I just love success." Frank grinned.

"He's a credit to your genius, Master." Riff-Raff complimented.

"Yes."

"A triumph of your vill." Magenta goaded.

"Yes."

"He's okay." Columbia said. She hadn't meant it like she sounded, but Frank took it the wrong way. Magenta and Riff-Raff glared over at her for making such a foolish mistake. She should know Frank well enough by now.

"Okay?" Frank asked. He slammed his hand against the tank. "Okay?!" He took Rocky's hand and brought him over to Brad and Janet. "I think we can do better than that. Come." He put his hand on Rocky's shoulder. "Now, Brad and Janet, what do you think of him?" He asked showing his pride. Janet didn't want to offend Brad, so she tried not to hurt his pride.

"Well, I don't like men with too many muscles." She looked back at Brad. The Transylvanians chuckled and Frank glared at her.

"I didn't make him for you!" He yelled. Janet gasped and stepped back into Brad's embrace. Frank marched to the other side of the room, holding Rocky's hand. "He carries the Charles Atlas seal of approval."

Frank's groupies applauded politely. Then, Frank revealed a set of weights wrapped up with a tag that read 'Happy Birthday Rocky'. Then he started to sing.

"A weakling,

Weighing ninety eight pounds

Will get sand in his face when kicked," Frank kicked. "To the ground." Rocky chuckled at this.

"And soon in the gym,

With a determined chin,

The sweat from his pores

As he works for his cause."

Frank stumbled as he gave Rocky the weights.

"Will make him glisten and gleam,

And with message,

And just a little bit of steam..."

He chuckled as he ran a finger down Rocky's well toned stomach.

"He'll be pink,

and quite clean

He'll be a strong man,"

Frank sang walking past Rocky to pull out a pommel horse.

"Oh, honey

But the wrong man." They all sang with Frank.

He'll eat nutritious high protein

and swallow raw eggs

Try to build up his shoulders,

His chest, arms and legs.

Such an effort,

If he only knew of my plan."

Frank walked around to the other side of the horse as Columbia oiled up his muscles. She seemed to enjoy doing it immensely.

"In Just seven days

I can make you a man."

Rocky then dropped to the floor and started doing push-ups. Frank got on the horse.

"He'll do press-ups and chin-ups,

Do the snatch,

Clean and jerk

He thinks dynamic tension must be hard work.

Such strenuous living

I just don't understand

When in just seven days,

Oh, baby,

I can make you a man." He grinned as he pushed the horse away, pulling Rocky by the waist towards him.