A/N After becoming a fan of the movie, Osmosis Jones, I made an OC: a pet hyena for Thrax, named Almira. I decided to introduce her by telling her life story. Her picture can be found in my DeviantART gallery; I go as DarkraixCresselia there.

I own only Almira and any other characters you won't recognize. The ones you DO recognize from OJ are owned by Warner Brothers.

RavageThyCorpse: According to "research", that's where Thrax was hiding. And I'm pretty sure he said "Tap"; next time you watch OJ, listen very carefully.

Thrax and I made our way to a sweat gland on the left armpit. It was very humid and hot, and there was a lot of steam. I could feel my bangs drooping down over my face. Blowing them out of my eyes, I followed Thrax as he approached several germs, humming. "So, this is where the scum of Frank comes to fester." He said to himself, looking around keenly.

"Hey, you lost, pal?" One germ snapped. "This is a private sweat gland. Now beat it!"

Oh, of course. Ignore the pet. What am I, chopped liver?

Thrax didn't listen to the germ though. "We're lookin' for volunteers, yo." He said, briefly stroking my head. "Some nasty germs who want in on the big score."

The head germ, a big old fellow eyed him suspiciously. "Yo, Red, we run the rackets around here. Take your little hustle someplace else." He said, brushing us away and still ignoring me.

"No, baby, this ain't about no hustle." Thrax said, twirling his chain around his wrist and catching it in his palm. "This is about the baddest illness any of y'all have ever seen." I smirked at this.

"Look who thinks he's the Ebola virus." The germs all laughed.

Oh, mister, you did not just mention the "E" virus. I had lived around Thrax long enough to know you do not mention Ebola around him. Said virus did not look too pleased. "Ebola?" He said flatly. He pushed two germs aside, with me growling at each of them. "Let me tell you somethin' about Ebola, baby: Ebola is a case of dandruff, compared to me!" He yelled in the big germ's face, pointing his thumb at himself.

I stood alongside him, growling in emphasis. Glaring at Thrax, the boss germ stood up. "Alright, pal, you're outta here." He turned to a four-armed germ. "Bruiser, take this punk and his pet up to the face and bury them in a blackhead!"

Oh sure, now someone notices me.

"When we're done with youtwo, it'll take a Swedish facialist and six steamin' washcloths to get you out!"

Thrax just examined his claws and glanced down at me with a bored expression. Then he smiled, "Oh, sounds like a gas, baby." He turned to leave. "Bring it on." I was a little confused, but followed his lead.

From behind, Bruiser went to punch Thrax. However, he turned around and grabbed the fist quick as a flash. "Mm-mm-mmm." I smirked and shook my head. Thrax shook his head as well, pushed the fist down and kicked the germ away. From the crack I heard, he might have broken the wrist.

"Bruiser, what are you, a sissy-Mary?" The boss germ snapped. Thrax illuminated his burner claw and submerged the tip in a bowl of liquid. This made the room even foggier than before. He kicked and backhanded germs away; I shouldered and bit others away as well. Finally, Thrax lifted the boss germ up with one hand and slashed through his shoulder and chest with one swipe. He dropped his remains and struck a pose, humming. I sat down with my head held up and my chest puffed out, watching as the germ's remains were flushed down a drain. "You ain't so tough, huh?" His last words were. "That was nothin'."

Powerful last words, old man. I thought sarcastically to myself as I shook excess goo off of my paw. One of the germs removed his hat and looked at Thrax. "So, uh, what kinda sickness do you have in mind...Boss?"

Obviously pleased, Thrax grinned evilly. "Deadly." He said, slightly cocking an eyebrow. I grinned as well, chuckling darkly as Thrax laid his hand on my head.

We recruited more germs elsewhere and soon had a good-sized posse. We made our way towards the nose. "Say Boss, who's the dog?" One germ asked.

I turned towards him and growled deeply. "Firstly, she ain't no dog," Thrax corrected. "She's a hyena."

"She?" Another germ, a round green one with a dark gray sweater said curiously. This offended me more. First you mistake me for a dog, then you can't tell that I'm a female? I growled louder, flaring my bangs.

"Easy, girl." Thrax said, rubbing my head soothingly. "This is my baby girl, Almira." He said to the germs.

All of the germs nodded. One was stupid enough to reach out and try to pet me. I whipped around and bit his hand. "Ahhh!" He exclaimed, grabbing his hand. "She bit me!"

"Oh yeah," Thrax said, as though the thought had just come to mind. "Just so you know, she don't like no one but me, and she has a nasty bite."

I giggled, showing off my sharp white teeth while the germs shuddered.

A/N The sweat gland scene is one of my favorite Thrax scenes; especially the last part. That part ALWAYS makes me giggle :P

To me, Thrax and Scar have a thing in common: they hate it when a certain person's name is mentioned. For Scar, it's Mufasa; for Thrax, it's Ebola. Anyone ever notice that?

A running gag in this story is people not knowing that Almira is a hyena and not a dog. I thought it'd be easy for people to mix up the two. Fact: hyenas are neither dogs nor cats; they're their own species :D