The Odd Squad Ball (An Odd Squad Fanfiction)

Of Cake and Clothing Choices

The next day at Odd Squad there was one and only one topic of conversation. The New Year's Eve party, or as some where beginning to call it the Odd Squad Ball. Olive preferred to stick with the term party. It seemed safer and less intimidating that way.

She and Otto had just returned from a particularly difficult case involving Tiny Dancer and a garden full of watermelons. There was only an hour left before the agents could stop work early and go home to prepare for the party. Olive sighed and glanced at her watch. She had finished all her work and was now left with nothing to do. She was about to go visit Oscar, when Otto walked over.

"Olive, I need your help." Otto looked at her, slightly distressed.

"Sure, what's wrong?" Olive sat back down.

"I have no idea what I should wear tonight."

Olive almost laughed. It was humorous to see Otto worrying about his clothing choices. She contained her laughter, however, and tried to make it easy for her partner. "It would look fine if you wear exactly what you have on now. Just change your tie and wear black shoes."

"Really?" Otto looked surprised that it was that easy, "Thanks."

"No problem."

"What are you wearing tonight?" Otto asked curiously.

"Just this old dress I have in the back of my closet. It's nothing spectacular." Olive waved her hand dismissively.

"Hey, I just thought of something." Otto looked as if he had just solved an especially hard case.

"What?"

"I've never seen you in a dress before."

Olive blushed, "Of course you haven't. I don't exactly wear a dress to work. And besides, I don't like dresses that much anyways."

"I know. Its just..." Otto paused looking for the right words, "It'll be weird."

"Yeah." Olive agreed, thankful that the blush was retreating from her cheeks. "At least it's only for one night."

Otto nodded, turned to go, but quickly turned back, "I almost forgot to ask. Do you think there'll be chocolate cake at the party, vanilla cake, or both?"

"Does it really matter?" Olive was used to Otto's constant obsession with food.

"How can you even say that? Of course it matters." Otto looked shocked, "Everyone knows that chocolate cake is way better then vanilla."

"Well, if it matters that much to you, I think you should ask Oscar. He's in charge of the party. He'll know what kind of cake will be there."

Otto was about to make his way to Oscar's lab when the end-of-work kazoo sounded.

"Or you could wait an hour and find out for yourself." Olive suggested reasonably as both she and Otto made their way toward the tube lobby.

As she was whooshed towards home, Olive felt the unmistakable signs of nervous excitement swell within her.