Fire was roaring and consuming the throat in the city of Frank. A giant cold pill came quickly to the scene and readied his arm cannon. He sprayed a stream of mentholated ice at the inflammation. Suddenly the entire area was covered with ice.

One of the cold fighters on the scene approached the large pill and pat him on the back. "Another good job done, eh Drix?"

Drix unloaded his cannon arm and smiled at his coworker. "Just doing what I do best."

Another cold fighter walked up and nudged Drix with his elbow. "Whatd'ya say we celebrate at the Zit tonight?"

Drix hesitated and rubbed the back of his head. He never really was the sort of guy to indulge in the dance scene. "I'd love to, but I have matters to attend to at home tonight," the excuse formed as an afterthought.

"Whatever you say, Drixy!"

The pill winced at the nickname his coworkers had unabashedly given him.

"It's Drix," he said under his breath as he walked away from the scene.

...

"Dander, I'm home!"

Dander, the blue little dog greeted his master at the door with several excited barks and a wag of the tail.

Drix leaned down and pet Dander's head, speaking in his baby-talk voice. "Who's been a good boy today? Did you look after the house while I was gone?"

Dander happily barked and jumped up to lick Drix's face.

"I'll go get your dinner ready." Drix went into the kitchen to grab Dander's bowl.

Dander started drooling at the word 'dinner' and ran excitedly in circles around Drix. Drix calmy told Dander to sit and stay still. Dander sat and watched his master pour the contents of the kibble into his bowl.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Dander perked his ears and ran to the front door barking like mad.

Drix looked up and saw a glimpse of a cloaked figure running past the side window. Dander's alarmed growling and barking brought shivers down Drix's back. He loaded his arm cannon and approached the front door cautiously. "Dander, stay," he commanded sternly.

Drix flew open the front door with his cannon aimed at eye level. He raised his brow in confusion as he looked around, no one in sight. He looked down, even more perplexed as he saw a cardboard box with a cloth draped on top of it. He leaned down and pulled the cloth back.

He stared, mouth agape as a tiny baby started crying from inside the box. He looked around, but the figure he had seen was now nowhere to be found. He swiftly brought the box inside of the house to protect the baby from the cold night air.

Dander sniffed the air and perked his ears, curious of the new smell and sounds coming from the box in his master's arms.

Drix set the box on the counter and pulled away the blanket to take a closer look. He picked up the wailing baby from the box and wrapped him in the cloth. His membrane was a pale blue and he had small locks of blue hair on top of his head. He was so tiny that Drix guessed that the baby was only a few days old.

He noticed a note stuffed into the side of the box and pulled it out to read, "My name is Osmosis Jones. Please take care of me."

Drix put the note down on the table and rocked the wailing baby back and forth. "Osmosis? Seems like a mouthful... Maybe Ozzy as a nickname. What do you think, Dander?"

Dander barked and wagged his tail rapidly.

Drix continued to rock him and baby-talked to him, "You must be a white blood cell, aren't you little guy?"

Ozzy fussed and cried even louder, his tiny hands grabbing at the air and his eyes shut tightly.

Drix started to feel unsettled that Ozzy was still crying. "You must be really hungry, I'll bet that's what it is."

He carried Ozzy with him as he approached the front door and pat Dander on the head. "Be a good boy while I'm gone. I need to get a few things for Ozzy."

...

Drix put several bags of groceries for the baby in the back seat of the car. He pulled out a bottle of baby formula and sat with Ozzy in the front seat with the windows rolled down. As soon as Drix brought the tip of the bottle to Ozzy's lips, he quickly quieted down and started suckling contently.

Drix sighed in relief and gently stroked Ozzy's hair. Ozzy opened his eyes to look up at his new dad. Drix smiled down at him and whispered, "I'll take good care of you like you were one of my own, Ozzy."