An unnamed white blood cell meets up with Arriba Amoeba in someone's heart.
WBC: Hey, Doll. You're not from around here.
AA: What was your first clue, Mr. Holmes?
WBC: It's my job to know who belongs and who doesn't.
AA: So what's your deduction, Mr. Taxman?
WBC: Are you a nerve cell?
AA: No, but you’re getting on my last one.
WBC: Are you a plant cell?
AA: Let me demote you to Dr. Watson.
WBC: You are a cell, right?
AA: If you're buying, Professor.
WBC: Okay, so you're a cell. Are you a red blood cell?
AA: Are you new on the job?
A red blood cell stops by.
RBC: What is occurring, Dubyah?
WBC: This unidentified cell is resisting my efforts to identify her.
AA: He's all over me.
WBC: It's my job to --
AA: Profile and harass?
RBC: Hi, Miss. My name's Rudolph.
AA: Arriba Amoeba
WBC : Amoeba!
RBC: Any relation to Disraeli and Terrance Amoeba?
AA: Cousins. I refer to them as Dis and Terry.
RBC: They started that movement down in Mexico.
AA: I’ll take a bowel for them.
WBC: We can’t have any amoebas here.
RBC: Look, I’ve got a load of oxy I’m schlepping up to the brains of this outfit. Tag along?
AA: I’ve only got one cell to live, Red.
Fade to black.
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