What would you do if your father was cop and mother was the mayor's assistant? They're always busy and you never even really see them. That's the case with Osmosis Jones Jr. Being named after his father, he wants to become a great cop like him, but with everyone always doubting you because you miss the target, it's hard. One day, Osmosis Sr. goes out and never returns, what happened? Well, you'll just have to find that out won't you?
Chapter 1- I hate school.
"Bye mom!" Junior said as he went out to catch the bus. His mother looked back and smiled.
"Don't cause any trouble alright?" Junior smiled back at her.
"I won't!" She came up to him and gave him a hug.
"Make sure to hit the target this time,"
"I know,"
"And don't hit anyone else by mistake."
"I know."
"And please don't get into any fights today." Junior rolled his eyes.
"Do you always have to give the same speech?" He asked pushing her away. She smiled.
"That's my job mister and don't you forget it." He rolled his eyes again and went out the door. "Junior!" He cringed at that name and looked back. She blew a kiss at him as everyone on his bus laughed at him. He stared at everyone and waved back at her.
"It's Ozzy mom! And leave me alone!" She always had to baby him. Times like this made him wish his father were there to stop her and 'treat him like a man' he would say. Although his mother would eventually win over his dad because 'she's a woman and you can't do anything about them', he would say. Ozzy chuckled at his own dad's words. He finally sat down beside a girl white blood cell named Rebecca. She was blue like him and had long white hair. She smiled at him.
"Ready to ace that cop training test today Oz?" She asked. He smiled back at her.
"You bet I am! Although, I already know I'm going to ace it, I'm Osmosis Jones Jr. What can I not do?"
"Hit a target." He frowned at her.
"Ok, so maybe I need a little practice on that, but I'm going to ace it today Becca, I promise you!" She smiled slightly.
"We'll see." Just then, they passed the police station, which was located in the lymph nodes. Ozzy smiled.
"That's where my dad works!" He yelled. Everyone looked out the window. One red blood cell rolled his eyes.
"We've seen it a million times before, it's not special." Roderick. He's the one who said that. No one liked him, he wasn't that smart and his family didn't really help protect Frank's body. "We're all going to die soon anyways, I mean, think about it. How old is Frank exactly? Probably a couple more years and he'll be gone like a bunch of old lights!" Everyone stared at him worried. Ozzy reassured them though.
"Aw, you're just trying to scare everybody here. Frank will be living for another 40 years." He said.
"What then? 40 years will pass, we'll all have children by then, maybe some grandchildren, but then we'll have to watch in horror as he dies and we all go down with him. Our poor little babies will scream and be hanging on to us as we all die!" Everyone was unusually quiet.
"Well, we all have to die sometime." Roderick held his head up high like he had won.
"See." Everyone looked straight forward as Ozzy turned to Becca.
"What do you think?" He asked her. She shrugged.
"Well, we've all been taught that we wouldn't be here if it weren't for Frank himself, so we all have to go down with the one responsible for creating us." Ozzy got agitated and looked the other way.
"That's not fair! Any day he could kill over!"
"Unless the police do their job." Ozzy smiled. "I know you like that word, police."
"Absolutely love it." They finally arrived at school where they were dropped off. As soon as Ozzy put his things in his locker that sealed shut after throwing it in there, he heard over the intercom an announcement.
"All 6th grade Male White blood cells report to the Gym for the end of the year test." Ozzy was only 11, he got excited, he absolutely knew he would ace this test! He was blue and had white short hair like his dad. His mom would sometimes call him little Ozzy. Well, his name was just that, but he looked almost exactly like his dad! Funny thing was, although his mom couldn't fit through small cracks and turn into some sort of liquid like his dad, he could do that as well. He really was like a little Ozzy. He raced toward the gym with the other excited 6th grade boys. He got there to be assigned a certain spot to stand at. He rolled his eyes as he saw that he had to stand next to Lactose. Another boy white blood cell whose hair was shoulder length. He had failed the 4th and 5th grade. He was supposed to be in 8th grade. He was one of the most respected boys in his grade, and the most feared as well. He was the best 'cop kid'. He won the middle school competition to who's the best cop in the school? He automatically would win but Ozzy took a chance. He came in dead last. Only one person voted for him and that was Rebecca. Lacto never let Ozzy forget it either. He would continually make fun of him for that and say how better he was. Ozzy hated coming in last place since his father was 'the best cop in the body'. But his mother assured him that being last wasn't bad; it was just more of a reason to be number one. Lacto looked at him and grinned.
"You ready to fail?" He stuck his tongue out at him.
"No. I'm going to pass this and make it to the 7th grade. You should be worrying about failing since you did for the last two years." Lacto stared at him.
"I'm the best 'Cop Kid' in the school remember?" Ozzy rolled his eyes.
"Hard to forget."
"Yeah, you shouldn't either." He smirked at him.
"I'm going to practice a little bit, so would you please move your ego somewhere else? You're blocking the way!" Lacto stared at him.
"Better watch your mouth Junior." Ozzy stared at him.
"It's Ozzy! O-z-z-y! OZZY!"
"Whatever." Suddenly, the whistle was blown as the two gym teachers appeared. The girls' gym teacher was H2elga; she was a red blood cell with long light red hair. Although this program was for cells that would become cops, it was rumored that she tried to become a cop, but since she was a red blood cell, she had other duties to Frank's body. So, the closest she could become was a girl's gym teacher to teach them how to become policewomen. Of course, all the girls she taught were white blood cells. Then there was the boys' gym teacher who taught the guy white blood cells to be policemen. This was Drix. Junior over there of course knew Drix from his father. He would sometimes get agitated with Ozzy Jr. because he couldn't do certain things like his father, but he always accepted him. Ozzy knew he would ace this test just by having his dad's old partner being his teacher.
"Alright! The girls are on the other side of the gym over there boys, so don't try anything!" All the girls giggled as all the guys just rolled their eyes.
"The first part of this test will be a simple task." Drix said. "All you have to do is flip out your night sticks." He blew the whistle to signalize to go. All the males did as told. Ozzy tried to flick his out all the way but it wouldn't go. He kept trying before Drix got over there. He looked up trying to it out but was surprised to see Drix already there. Ozzy smiled slightly at him hoping he would let him off the hook. "Trouble Junior?" He cringed at that name.
"It's Ozzy, and it won't come out, it's stuck." Drix took it and flicked it as it came out. Ozzy was surprised at how he did that. "But it-"
"It's all in the wrist." He handed it back to Ozzy and went in front of every male again. Lacto smirked at him.
"What?"
"A simple task and you can't even do that. You would've been killed if this was a real situation."
"Well, it's not, it's just a test, and it was just a mistake." He hoped that it would be his last too.
"Now the second task is too hit the target." H2elga said. "These lovely girls here are going to shoot in the air a pretend germ and you boys are going to take your slime guns and hit it." Ozzy cringed at this, hitting a target was one of his least capable abilities. One by one a girl would step up and shoot a target in the air and all the boys would hit it dead on. Finally, it was Ozzy's turn. Rebecca came up to the step to shoot it.
"You can do it Oz!" She said encouraging him. She shot it up in the air. Ozzy followed it.
"Aim, aim, aim." He said to himself. He shot at it but missed. The slime ball fell and hit the girl gym teacher. She squealed and stared at him. "Wait! I can do it! Just let me try again!" The teacher agreed, so he tried, and tried, and tried. "Aim, aim, aim!" He said as he finally got the target dead on. He was surprised. "I got it! See! I told you I'd get it!" H2elga was agitated.
"Yes, and it only took you 41 TRIES!" She yelled. Ozzy looked around to see everyone tired of watching him. He slowly crept back to his spot.
"Nice." Lacto said sarcastically. Ozzy gave a fake smile at him.
"The 3rd task will be to hit a running target." She stared at Ozzy. "Hopefully this will go smoothly." Ozzy slumped down. "The girls will be running in protective gear as you shoot your slime guns at them." So, the girls started running as the boys started to shoot. Rebecca looked at Ozzy.
"Maybe I should just let you win this." She said. Ozzy was offended.
"You crazy? No way! Go on! Run, I'll get you!" She sighed and did. Ozzy aimed his gun at her and he knew it would be a dead hit. As soon as he shot it, Lactose stepped in front of it unaware it was there. He looked to his side and screamed as it hit him and he feel over in pain. He wasn't protected so it hurt. Ozzy quickly ran over to him. "Are you ok?"
"Get away from me!" He replied. He punched him.
"Ow! I'm just trying help!"
"You so did that on purpose!"
"I did not! I had a perfect aim on Becca until you stepped in front of me!"
"So it's my fault?" He said getting up about ready to throw another punch.
"That's enough you two!" Drix said coming over there.
"He shot me!"
"Not on purpose!" Ozzy retaliated.
"Mr. Drix, Ozzy is telling the truth!" Becca said. Drix looked at Ozzy then at Lacto.
"Be more careful Junior." He said. Ozzy gave up on the name. They were about to start the next task when Ozzy yelled out,
"Wait! I didn't get to hit her!" They all looked back. "I can do it!" He pointed his gun at her.
"Ozzy wait! I'm not protected anymore!" It was too late though. He shot his gun and it hit her dead on. She fell over in agonizing pain. "Ow! Ozzy you idiot!" She said getting up. He realized what he'd done and apologized.
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't know!"
"Osmosis!" Drix yelled. He looked back. "Back to your spot." He said giving up. Ozzy slowly crept back over there, everyone staring him down like he was nothing.
"So low you have to shoot a girl?" Lacto asked in disgrace. Ozzy didn't say anything as he looked around knowing no one believed him.