~still (y/n)'s pov~

While we were driving there, Jones informed me and drix how poor he was as a child.

"Excuse me, I think I need to wipe my eyes." Drix said.

"Ah, you want to talk about wiping-" Jones started

"No!" Drix shouted

"Jones!" I shouted.

Finally, we were at the sore throat and dang, it was something.

"Ok, you're new so follow me and (y/n)'s lead." Jones started but Drix got out of the car before he could continue. I got out of the car as well as Jones got out and started yelling at Drix.

Drix went over to the swelling while me and Jones went over to the fire chief to see what happened.

"Dougy-doug, The firebug! My boy is hot!" Jones yelled as he went over to the chief and have him a little fist bump hand shake thing.

"Osmosis Jones. Like I don't have enough problems already." the chief said, crossing his arms. "You can start redirecting traffic over there."

"Woah, fire chief, me and Jones are in charge of the sore throat." I said.

The chief looked at Jones then at me.

"You're kidding me?" he said, scratching his head.

"No, straight up." Jones said.

"If only I wish I were kidding." I said, giving Jones a little punch on the shoulder. "So, what happened?"

"It's just a sore throat, looks like a saliva boat went haywire and crashed." The fire chief said, pointing to the boat a little ways away.

"A saliva boat? That's weird." I said to myself.

A little ways away, Drix decided to help deal with this sore throat by freezing it.

While everyone was amazed by Drix, I slipped away from the others and went to go check out that saliva boat crash.

It was pretty dark so I had a flashlight with me. Dang, it was bad down here. It was like the cracks in a dry desert. I noticed some orange stuff on the walls. I went to touch it but I noticed something rectangular on the ground. I wiped some stuff off of it and it was green with an eyeball in it.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder! I grabbed my gun out from my hoodie and went to shoot.

"Hold up! Don't shoot, (y/n)! It's me!" a familiar voice said.

I put down my gun and it was Jones.

I sighed a breath of relief and put my gun down.

"What the hell are you doing down here?!" I whisper shouted at Jones. "You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"I could say the same thing to you! What were you thinking coming down here?!" Jones whisper shouted back at me. "You don't know what's down-"

We suddenly heard something. Jones got his gun out, I raised my gun up, and we put our back to the wall.

We looked around with our guns out and then we heard something down a little tunnel. I aimed my gun and my flashlight down there but we didn't see anything. We put our guns down when something jumped into Jones' head! I aimed my gun at it.

"Por favor! Please! Don't shoot!" the thing shouted.

Jones grabbed it, threw it on the ground, and aimed his gun at it.

The thing seemed really scared.

"La muerta, man! Esta aqui! He's going to kill us all dead, hombre!" the little thing said.

Me and Jones just looked at it, confused. We got on our knees and tried talking to it.

"No, no! Talk in English, man! We ain't no telemunbo here." Jones said.

"La muerte rojo! He's coming man! I saw him! I saw him!" the little guy said, having more eyeballs coming out of him.

I then saw something coming our way!

"Jones! Look out!" I said, tackling Jones so we don't get hit.

I was kinda on top of Jones and felt my cheeks get hot.

We turned and saw Drix freezing stuff and humming, what's worse is that he froze the little guy!

I quickly got off Jones and went over to Drix. Jones soon followed after me.

"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?!" Jones said.

"I'm soothing the irritation." Drix said.

"You just soothed our witness into a germ sickle!" Jones said, pointing to the little guy who was now frozen.

Drix bent down and poked it to see what he did.

"Oh. Oh gosh. Well, don't worry, he'll be back to normal in a few days." Drix said.

"But Drix, a few days might be to late." I said.

"Besides, he might have some information on what went down here." Jones said.

"Officers, nothing went down here. This is just a common sore throat." Drix said, brushing himself off.

"This is a crime scene!" Jones said. Drix just cocked his gun and walked away.

"Yo, you want to do something useful? Go pug some turtle wax into that thing and wash my car!" Jones shouted.

I giggled and picked up the frozen little green guy.

"And you thought we shouldn't be down here." I said, teasing Jones and started walking back to his car.

"Now that's inflammation relief." the fire chief said.

Jones just glared at him.

"Later, doug." Jones said as he did the little fist bump hand shake thing.

"Be cool, oz." the fire chief said.

Well, that was a weird little adventure, but what was that little guy talking about? And why were my cheeks getting hot when I was on Jones?

Maybe I'll find out later.