Odd Squad One Shots

Real Way Of Saying Thank You (Orchid x Otis)

(Orchid x Otis)

"Sit still, Sherman," Orchid instructed. 

Even though she loved working at Odd Squad, she thought it was time to try out her future job, if she wasn't there someday. At that moment she was working on Ocean's hair, since the profession she had chosen was, hairdresser. 

"Not a problem, dude," Ocean lightly smiled, casually sitting there like it was no big deal. 

Otis stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what was going on. 

"Hey Otis! Are you going to have Orchid change your hair," Olympia asked excitedly. 

She had just walked up to stand beside him, and he jumped a little from her sudden presence. 

"No. No. No. No, I don't trust her with my hair," he cut in, barely touching the top of his head in worry. 

"Come on, Otis. You've always had the same hairstyle. Besides, everyone else on the squad is taking a chance," Olympia pointed out. 

"Orchid, I fully support what you're doing, but you better not mess up my hair," Ms. O warned, on the verge of growling. 

"Don't worry, Ms. O. I mean, look what I did for Ocean's," Orchid spoke. 

Ocean was now walking back up to the Creature Room, and his hair was still curly, only shorter than before. Ms. O sighed as she sat on the swivel chair Orchid was using for her customers. 

"Okay... But be careful. My hair is pretty thick," Ms. O told her. 

Orchid took Ms. O's black hair out from its usual, proper bun, and it instantly poofed out around her. Orchid quickly recovered from her shock, as she tried getting a brush through it. 

"Ow. Ow. Owww," Ms. O dragged out, instantly getting angry. 

"Sorry, Ms. O. You weren't kidding," Orchid admitted, as she used some special spray. 

"I know...," trailed off Ms. O, but then Orchid cut her off. 

"Done," Orchid proudly boasted. 

"Really," Ms. O asked in complete shock. 

"Yeah, look at it, yourself," Orchid casually shrugged, handing her boss a hexagon, hand mirror nearby. 

Ms. O's hair was in beautiful, sleek curls that perfectly framed her face. 

"Boom," Orchid said in triumph, pointing to her masterpiece with both of her index fingers. "How...," trailed off Ms. O. 

"I guess this special hair spray I made, does work," Orchid nonchalantly confessed, glancing at the purple can. 

Ms. O stood up as she walked to her office, staring at her reflection the whole way, her shock definitely not wearing off. 

"Who's next," shouted Dr. O. Orchid made a, "seriously," face, since she was the next one in line. 

"Oh, I guess it's me," Dr. O slowly processed. 

"You think," Orchid sassily shot out, going straight to work on Dr. O's hair. 

In the end it was in big, bouncy waves, and her hair was parted to the side. Needless to say, she had never looked so beautiful before. 

"Thank you. I'll have to change it back though," Dr. O abruptly shared. 

"Why," Orchid wondered, as she scrunched her face up in puzzlement. 

"Because my patients expect me to be serious. These big waves are not serious. What's next," Dr. O called out before leaving.