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: Here's the chapter :D

I lifted my head from my position, which was still on Thrax's lap, when he stopped and lifted his hand. "While we're here, we might as well get a drink." He said, getting up.

Nodding, I jumped onto the floor, stretched and followed Thrax to the bar. As Thrax and I climbed onto the seats, I remembered back when I first tried drink...

I watched, curiously, as Thrax sipped a light green drink from a bottle. When he noticed me, he smirked. "Wanna try some?" He asked, swishing the drink around the bottle. There wasn't much left; it wasn't a very big bottle in the first place.

I inched closer to him and sat up, sniffing at the bottle. It smelled sweet. "Well, ya better like it, 'cause I ain't drinkin' it after you've had yer mouth on it." He chuckled. "Open up."

I lowered my bottom jaw and tipped my head back a little. "Atta girl." He said as he placed the neck of the bottle on my lower jaw. He tilted the bottle up so the liquid ran onto my tongue and down my throat. It tasted sweet, but had a sharp aftertaste. I liked it, and wanted more. I gulped it down faster than the drink came out.

"Take it easy!" Thrax exclaimed, taking the bottle back. "You're gonna get,"

"Hic!"

"Hiccups." He finished.

"Hic! Hic!" I hiccupped as Thrax rubbed my back. Eventually I drank some water and held my breath, which cured my hiccups. But I never forgot that sweet, sharp taste.

"Two insulin shots, please." Thrax ordered, tossing two carbs onto the table.

"Comin' right up." The bartender nodded. He poured two glasses of the light green liquid and slid them to Thrax. "Enjoy."

"Thanks." Thrax nodded. He slid one glass closer to me. "Here's to settin' my record and gettin' in the medical books." He said, tapping his glass against mine. As he sipped his drink, I grabbed my glass with my teeth and tilted my head back just enough for the insulin to slowly pour into my throat. I gulped down the sweet, sharp drink hurriedly, forgetting what would happen if I did so. Sure enough, just as I set the glass down, I started hiccupping.

"What'd I tell ya?" Thrax scolded lightly. "Could we get a glass of water?"

Nodding, the bartender picked up a clean glass and poured some water into it from the sink. "Here ya are." He said, handing Thrax the glass.

"Thanks." Thrax held the glass up so it was near my mouth. On instinct, I opened my mouth so he could pour the liquid down my throat. After I had a couple of swallows, I held my breath for about twenty seconds before I slowly let it out. Then the hiccups were gone.

After a few more minutes, and after Thrax finished his drink, he stood up and said, "C'mon, five minutes 'till meeting time."

Nodding, I jumped off of the chair and followed him into the meeting room. It had a long table with a map of the body, and several chairs surrounding it. Thrax sat at the head of the table and set his hand on the table. I climbed onto his lap and set my chin on the table. As Thrax tapped the table with his claws and stroked my head, several germs and viruses came in. There were about eight, including our four henchmen. "Welcome." Thrax grinned as everyone sat down. "Normally I ain't one for introductions, but since this is a special occasion, I'll make an exception. The name's Thrax, Thrax Muerja. I'm a Muerte Roja virus; translates to the Red Death. This is my baby girl, Almira." He scratched behind my ears. "She's a hyena fever germ. Now I gotta warn y'all 'bout her, she don't take too kindly to strangers, and will bite."

As emphasis, I snapped my jaws, showing off my teeth and making a loud snap, startling everyone. "Now," Thrax nudged me off and stood up. "Let's get down to business." He took a pointing rod out of his pocket, extended it, and pointed to the map as he spoke, "My plan is simple: three teams will move through the cranial artery, and one through the nasal passage. We are goin' to the brain, baby! And we are gonna steal us one of these." He pinched a part of his chain, showing a bead to the crowd. "Now this little sucker comes from a place called the hypothalamus gland."

"Hippa-happa-watamus?" Someone interrupted. Thrax and I glared at a blue germ with long, thin arms, a single light-green eye, long hair like a palm tree, and wearing a white shirt, dark gray jacket and black pants. He ducked behind a germ as I growled.

"Hypothalamus." Thrax corrected slowly and patiently, tapping his pointing rod in his hand. "Hypothalamus." He tapped at the brain figure and continued, "Controls the temperature through the entire body. We are gonna march right in there, and we are going to take the prize! Then my man Frank's gonna heat up like a sidewalk on a summer day." Smiling, he tapped his pointer rod with his burner claw, causing it to burn and disintegrate. "Now, any questions?"

"Uh, yeah!" The blue germ raised his hand. "I got one! That hyena," He pointed at me. "She in this plan? Like, how does she, like, 'plug into' this plan."

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. He doesn't mistake me for a dog, and he knows I'm a female. Finally, a non-stupid germ! It's almost too good to be true.

Thrax didn't seem to notice this though. "Ever since I adopted Almira, she's always been part of my plans. She contributes to 'em and helps out." He smiled down at me and scratched under my chin. "Don'tcha, Baby Girl?"

I panted happily as my tail wagged hard. "Yeah, you're my baby girl; Daddy's Baby Girl." He slowed down his scratching until he stopped altogether. "Now!" He snapped, making everyone jump. "Any more questions?" He smiled, glancing back and forth along the table. "No? Good. Now all of this is going down tonight," He said, planting his hands on the table and leaning down against them. "So I want everyone to be prepared!"

"Tonight?" The blue germ exclaimed. Then, using another germ as a puppet, he asked in an altered voice, "Uh, can we do it next week? Me and Mad Cow've got tickets to Wrestle Mania."

I scowled at the germ as Thrax pursed his lips briefly. "You see this?" He snapped, showing the hypothalamus bead again. "This here little DNA Bead comes from a little girl in Riverside California," As he talked, he walked around the table; I tagged along beside him. "Didn't like to wash her hands; took us three whole weeks." He grinned as he held up another bead. "And this one, nice lady in Detroit Motown; six days flat."

I smirked as the germs talked, impressed, and the blue germ's eye widened; I'm not sure if he was impressed or horrified though. "Then there's this ol' guy in Philly," Thrax continued, dragging his glowing claw along the table, which left an orange, bubbling trail. "We killed him in 72 hours. Yeah, I'm gettin' better as we go along, baby. But the problem is I never set a record!" He removed his claw and clasped his hands behind his back. "Until my man Frank, that is." He grinned. "We're gonna take 'im down in 48 hours; get my own chapter in the medical books!" He exclaimed.

I threw my head back and cackled like one of those cartoon villains until Thrax stroked my neck and chuckled, "Yeah, I think they get the point, Mira."

"Excuse me," The blue germ called above the conversing crowd and raising his hand. "Excuse me. I-I got one more question here."

Thrax and I slowly turned to him and glared at him, but this didn't faze him. "Is there anything that, say, a white blood cell could do to stop this evil plan?"

I raised one eyebrow, glancing at Thrax, who had his eyes narrowed in suspicion. A white blood cell? Stop us? Why would he be asking that?

"You know, hypothetically speaking, that is?" He concluded, chuckling nervously as Thrax and I approached him from behind.

"And, who're you?" Thrax asked curiously, laying his right hand on the germ's shoulder.

"Who am I?" He asked, surprised, as I eyed him from his right side. "Who am I? Uh, bad-bootie-shakin'-picka-nose-is," He said as Thrax and I rolled our eyes. "Yeah! That's who I am!"

Oh really? Because it sounds as though, Badbootieshakinpickanosis, that you made that name up as you went along.

Thrax apparently didn't believe him either. "I never heard of ya." He said shortly, standing up. I followed behind him as he moved back to his chair.

The germ just wouldn't quit! "That's just 'cause you just got here. But you ask any one of these suckers; when it comes to illin' Badbootieshakinpickanosis stands above all the rest!" He slapped a germ in the face, mistaking him for a hand.

"Oh!" He exclaimed. "That hurts!" He slapped the blue germ in the back, making him fall flat on his face on the fable. A blue and black badge fell out of his vest, and his face morphed into,

Osmosis Jones! My eyes widened in surprise. Osmosis Jones, the idiot cell from the papers? Here?

"Hey, that's no germ!" A real one exclaimed.

"That's a cop!" Another yelled as two of our men grabbed Jones by the arms, holding him still, no matter how much he struggled.

"Well, what do we have here?" Thrax smirked as he and I strutted towards Jones and leaned down to his level. "An officer of Frank's finest."

I smirked at the sarcasm in his voice. "Somebody lay down a towel," He called as he pointed his glowing burner claw dangerously close to Jones' face. "'Cause this's gonna be messy!"

A/N It was an early idea for Thrax to give Almira a taste of drink. I thought it'd be cute that she gets hiccups if she drinks too fast, and has to drink water and hold her breath in order for them to stop.

I added some details before and in the middle of the meeting. It seemed logical Thrax would introduce himself, and ask if there were any questions. Plus, Ozzy said he "had one more question" I couldn't resist Thrax "baby-talking" a little, but scared the germs, "balancing" it out XD

I'll admit it, I love the little conversation between Ozzy and Thrax. I think he'd make me kinda nervous too, judging by how Ozzy add-libbed his name nervously while Thrax rolled his eyes XD Love that part. Especially when he said, "I never heard of ya." and Ozzy kept jabbering, eventually revealing himself.

Cliffhanger, I know. You all know what's coming next, if you know your movies well ;D