"That was my weight," Uncle Jerry says looking down at the scale as it reads out 275.
"Weird," you say stepping off the scale and feel your belly jiggle and settle..
"I say we phone up your folks and see if they can help us," suggests Uncle Jerry looking at himself in the mirror, still not used to his new slim build.
"No offense Uncle Jerry, but how are a lawyer and his assistant going to help us figure out how we switched weights?" you ask.
"Good point, then what should we do? Who should we go to?"
"Earlier today I went to a magic new age store in the mall," You comment thinking about Swizzle in Notz and Yeps," Maybe they can help."
"Well it's worth a shot, but we should hurry. It's getting late," Uncle Jerry says and points at the clock.
You agree and didn't notice that it was getting close to 7pm, the mall has some pretty lame weekday hours.
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