Osmosis Jones Page #2

Mayor Phlemming may think

things are fine the way they are.

But if we pull together

and put in a little hard work...

...a new Frank could be

right around the corner.

Mr. Colonic? What's that smell?

That's the smell of change, Billy.

The smell of change.

Paid by Colonic for Mayor.

Can you believe those lies?

He's got a point. You promised

to focus on health issues.

I want health...

... but think of the sacrifices,

the hard work and lack of chips.

That's not what voters want.

-Why are you behind in the polls?

-Don't you worry.

I have a plan to flush Colonic

down the toilet.

Honey.

Shane.

Coming!

You okay? Where does it hurt?

Leg.

Is it here?

A leg.

Here?

Leg.

Here.

I just needed some sodium.

That's what made me cramp up.

Heads up!

Chicken going down rough.

Going down rough.

Oh, now what?

Sir, turn on the optical feed.

Let me take a look, Dad.

Open wide.

Open wide.

Could you swallow first, please?

Definitely red.

Are you ordering out?

I' m making an appointment

with the doctor.

Sick? We' re not getting sick!

We have far too much planned.

You can't override without

a vote from city council.

Yes, my dear.

Voice manual control on.

-That's only for emergencies.

-Leah, this is an emergency.

On second thought...

On second thought...

-...I'll take a cold pill.

-... I'll take a cold pill.

Uh, sir?

Thank you. Get me the chief.

There's a good girl.

"Drixenol."

Next.

I caught him with six micrograms

of adrenaline.

It's not mine.

I swear, it's my cousin's.

Yeah, I never heard that one before.

Take him to lockdown. Next.

Hey, it's"the Germinator!"

You got me there.

Save some for the criminals.

-You never catch anything, Jones.

-You should've seen this thing.

It's no ordinary germ.

This thing ain't even

from Frank's body.

This is like a AI Roker germ,

a Heavy D germ.

Talking about this?

Yeah, he's slouching right now.

In my office!

-Chiefy-weefy, what's up?

-Don't"chiefy-weefy"me.

See the headlines?

The papers call it the most powerful

cramp since Shane made us try Tae-Bo!

-Hold on a second.

-I told you to wait for backup!

But again, you had to

do it your own way.

-Man, I could have--

-Right!

Trillions of cells

working together...

...you' re the only one doing it alone.

That's your problem, Jones.

What?! Oh, hello, Mr. Mayor.

The missus? She's great, yes.

What? I'll put a man right on it.

Yes, sir.

Stupid political decisions.

Now where was l?

You said you were giving me...

...a promotion to

Head of Brain Security.

You know what? You' re right.

Maybe it is time I give you a case.

Talking about what?

I' m putting you on a job

in the throat.

Thank you, chief. Thank you, chief.

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