Peggi-Okay, I was watching Osmosis Jones for about the umpteen-millionth
time when I got to wondering. . .what would the story be like if they
focused more on some of the other characters. . .well, this is what I got.
. .
Disclaimer-Peggi doesn't own Osmosis Jones or any of the characters in this fic except the E.D.D., and the names Bob and Harry. . .
E.D.D-*kills Disclaimer*
We all remember the workers in the Hypothalamus Gland from when Thrax first bursts into the room. Well, here's what the story is like from their POV. . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Two white blood cells stood in front of thermometers, checking the temperature. Their names are on their labcoats on little black tags. They read Bob and Harry.
Bob-98.6, 98.6, 98.6.
Harry enters the numbers into a computer.
*20 minutes later*
Bob-98.6, 98.6, 98.6
Harry enters the numbers into a computer.
*15 minutes later*
Bob-98.6, 98.6, 98.6
Harry enters the numbers into a computer.
*30 minutes later*
Bob-98.6, 98.6, 98.6
Harry enters the numbers into a computer.
*45 minutes later*
Bob-98.6, 98.6, 98.6
Harry enters the numbers into a computer.
*right before Thrax breaks in*
Bob-98.6, 98.6, 98.6.
Suddenly, the door bursts open. A virus walks into the room.
Bob-Hey! You can't come in here!
He screams as he is flung into the glass that protects the Hypothalamus DNA. Then Harry is stabbed in the back with the thermometers.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Peggi-Makes you really appreciate two things. . .1) the POVs that were shown in the actual movie, and 2) The fact that I'm not the one who wrote the script for Osmosis Jones.
Thrax-I can only imagine the torment I'd go through if you had. . .
Marik-You'd have worn leather. . .a LOT of leather. . .
Pegsi-Black leather with chains.
Peggi-*drools*
Thrax-Ick. Me? In leather?
Kaiba-*notices Thrax Fangirls moving in for the 'kill'* Tight leather pants with nothing underneath.
Bakura-*also notices* And a sexy belt like the Pharaoh's *cringes at the thought of Yami*
Random Thrax Fangirl-*tries to glomp him*
Peggi-*holding up lit torch* MINE! *like the seagulls in Finding Nemo*
Random Thrax Fangirl-*growls*
Peggi-*evil glare* *pulls out E.D.D.*
Random Thrax Fangirl-*pulls out flamethrower*
Tea-I'd better end this now. We're trying to keep this at a PG level, and I see much blood in the future of this fic. Reviews are loved, flames are actually accepted for this one, and just because we have nothing better to do, we may do more chapters to this for other POVs. . .*notices a fight ensuing* Well, bye!
Disclaimer-Peggi doesn't own Osmosis Jones or any of the characters in this fic except the E.D.D., and the names Bob and Harry. . .
E.D.D-*kills Disclaimer*
We all remember the workers in the Hypothalamus Gland from when Thrax first bursts into the room. Well, here's what the story is like from their POV. . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Two white blood cells stood in front of thermometers, checking the temperature. Their names are on their labcoats on little black tags. They read Bob and Harry.
Bob-98.6, 98.6, 98.6.
Harry enters the numbers into a computer.
*20 minutes later*
Bob-98.6, 98.6, 98.6
Harry enters the numbers into a computer.
*15 minutes later*
Bob-98.6, 98.6, 98.6
Harry enters the numbers into a computer.
*30 minutes later*
Bob-98.6, 98.6, 98.6
Harry enters the numbers into a computer.
*45 minutes later*
Bob-98.6, 98.6, 98.6
Harry enters the numbers into a computer.
*right before Thrax breaks in*
Bob-98.6, 98.6, 98.6.
Suddenly, the door bursts open. A virus walks into the room.
Bob-Hey! You can't come in here!
He screams as he is flung into the glass that protects the Hypothalamus DNA. Then Harry is stabbed in the back with the thermometers.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Peggi-Makes you really appreciate two things. . .1) the POVs that were shown in the actual movie, and 2) The fact that I'm not the one who wrote the script for Osmosis Jones.
Thrax-I can only imagine the torment I'd go through if you had. . .
Marik-You'd have worn leather. . .a LOT of leather. . .
Pegsi-Black leather with chains.
Peggi-*drools*
Thrax-Ick. Me? In leather?
Kaiba-*notices Thrax Fangirls moving in for the 'kill'* Tight leather pants with nothing underneath.
Bakura-*also notices* And a sexy belt like the Pharaoh's *cringes at the thought of Yami*
Random Thrax Fangirl-*tries to glomp him*
Peggi-*holding up lit torch* MINE! *like the seagulls in Finding Nemo*
Random Thrax Fangirl-*growls*
Peggi-*evil glare* *pulls out E.D.D.*
Random Thrax Fangirl-*pulls out flamethrower*
Tea-I'd better end this now. We're trying to keep this at a PG level, and I see much blood in the future of this fic. Reviews are loved, flames are actually accepted for this one, and just because we have nothing better to do, we may do more chapters to this for other POVs. . .*notices a fight ensuing* Well, bye!
