Moi-Moi: So I have something to say. I NEVER thought this story would get even HALF as much attention as it has gotten. Like...this was just something I started for fun after re-watching Osmosis Jones a few years ago! Now it has almost 300 reads and that number doesn't even include the views on ! I am really grateful that you guys are enjoying the story so far. It was only a side project, but now I really want to pursue it fully. :D

Also, as a fair bit of warning, if you couldn't tell...this story isn't exactly kid friendly. I mean there's no adult language cause I try to censor it like how it was censored in the movie. But there are and will be plenty more adult themes. Things like prostitution, possibly drug use (I haven't decided yet), sexual relations, violence... This is basically a crime drama that uses characters from a kids' movie. I don't want anyone to be offended or surprised if they read something they don't like. So, PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

That being said, here's the new chapter.

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Humans are at their nastiest when they're still young. Being so young, they don't understand the importance of brushing their teeth, not putting dirty things in their mouths, and (most importantly) washing their hands...

I'd always figured that the girls were the clean ones. Little boys were supposed to play in the dirt and constantly scrape their knees. Surprisingly, it was a little girl that would catch this bug. It was a real shame that she didn't wash the mutt's saliva off her hands before sitting down for her afternoon snack.

If I was going to get anywhere in this child, I would need some coin. I could have tried trading the little pocket change I had left over from my time in the mutt. But currency from a canine body was worth less than that from a human. I'd have to find another way to make some coin fast.

"What ya thinkin', Thrax?" Kat asked as she glanced up at me. We strolled through the city of Lucy, almost blending in with the crowd. My opaque membrane earned me a few second glances, but nobody voiced their suspicions.

"We need to make us some dough before we can get anywhere," I answered and adjusted my shades.

"I hear ya. I'm tired of living off scraps. I'm made for more than meager living," Kat said and stuck her small nose in the air.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her while wrapping a loose arm around her shoulder. "I got an idea to make some quick money, but you may not like it, baby."

"Try me," she challenged.

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Nights in Lucy were pretty tame compared to other bodies. The city shut down real early- 9 o' clock in fact. Every cell went home and the streets were practically empty. There was only a handful of strip joints in the city- all concentrated in less than appealing areas. Near the rectum and in between the toes reeked of waste and pollution. The streets didn't have that bright shine that came from a well-maintained body. Lowlives all gathered on street corners to speak in hushed tones and glare at anyone who paid too much attention. This really was where the scum of Lucy came to fester. Not surprisingly, there was quite the collection of scum in this dirty, little girl.

While walking up to the door of 'The Rear End' strip joint, I removed my glasses and smoothed my locks back. The overly muscled bouncer stopped me with an outstretched arm. "Cover fee is fifteen," he growled with a scowl.

I raised a brow at him. I stared up at his dark scowl in disinterest. This clown didn't realize what I am or must be too stupid to understand. "Tell you what, big guy. I'm in a good mood so I'll play along," I say and roughly shove fifteen dollars into his chest. I smirked in satisfaction at hearing him cough and sputter loudly from the force of my hand.

Stepping into the club, I glanced around the dimly lit room at the drooling patrons and half-naked she-cells. Taking a seat at the bar, I flagged down the bartender and ordered a drink. My yellow eyes scanned the club for anyone who could be of use to me and my plans. Over the rim of my glass, I saw a fat cat in a nicely tailored suit sitting near the main stage while being flanked by two, beefy brutes.

"Well hello," I muttered to myself. If that wasn't the look of a cell in charge, I don't know what is.

"Next up, we have a new girl on the roster. Give it up for, Mystic!"

It was like our first meeting all over again. I watched Kat strut into the stage with the confidence of a cell beyond her years. The sight of every cell in the room eyeing her was disgusting and aggravating, but I forced myself to remain seated. She was working for me. None of these clowns stood a chance. Eventually, Kat made eye contact with me, her onyx eyes posing the question, "Which one?"

I subtlety nodded my head toward the fat-cat I had been eyeing earlier before taking a sip from my drink. She did a few twirls on the pole, her seductive eyes glancing at the cell. When she made eye contact with me again, I could tell that she approved of my choice. The rest of her act consisted of her paying a lot of attention to our target of interest. A few winks here, a couple of blown kisses and the fool was about ready to hop onto the stage and carry her out of the joint. I nearly laughed out loud.

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I rolled the DNA bead I had gotten from Richard between my claws as I waited across the street from The Rear End. I watched Kat stand across the street in a trench coat while looking bored out of her mind. She flipped her hair over her shoulder while rolling her eyes. Just then, a sleek, black town car rolled up in front of her. It was a pretty classy ride. Despite the tinted windows, I could see the outline of our target lounging in the back seat. I watched her lean in towards the car and smile coyly. I waited until I saw her get into the car and drive off down the street.

Slipping on my shades, I strolled away from the scene and headed back to the hotel. Kat should be back by morning. Unless she decided to skip out on me. Which was... I rolled my eyes to feign cool indifference, but it felt fake to me. Who was I foolin'? I was already in too deep. I didn't love the girl... But I did like her. On some level, I cared about her but I couldn't put a label on what she was to me. She's more than a lackey, but definitely not a lover.

Whatever.

"I got bigger fish to fry," I reminded myself with a whip of my trench coat.

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The next morning, I woke up to the familiar sound of nails scratching against a nail file. With a small smirk sliding onto my face, I rolled over onto my back and sat up in one move. I spotted Kat sitting at the cheap table with a brown paper bag in front of her. Without exchanging words, I approached her and examined the bag. It was roughly closed with a few splatters of cytoplasm staining the side. Kat shot me a superior smirk as I unrolled the top of the bag and peered inside. I chuckled lowly at the small pile of money and jewels inside.

"We're officially in business, Kat," I said and faced her.

"Did I do a good job, Big Daddy Thrax?" Kat asked as she stood and slid her small hands along my shoulders with a coy look on her face.

"You did an excellent job, baby," I praised.

"Then you won't mind letting me keep this little trinket? I like how it matches my new manicure," Kat asked while pulling a large pendant out from the cleavage of her tight, mini-dress. She was keeping the large, ruby-colored gem on the flimsy string. It didn't take a genius to tell that this gem was worth a pretty penny. We could pawn it off and it would be enough to gain some real pull in this town. I could even get myself some new threads... I held the gem loosely in my claws for a few seconds before grinning slyly.

"I'll let you keep your toy, baby. If you're good, I'll get you something nicer to hang it on," I promised. Kat's eyes widened and brightened before she pecked my cheek.

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Moi-Moi: Sorry this took so long! It was supposed to have been out WEEKS ago, but I got a little lazy.