Odd Squad One Shots

The Next Right Thing (Otis x Olympia)

(Otis x Olympia)

"Are you sure this is a good idea," questioned Ms. O, who had now taken up the title of the Big O.

"Yes, Owen has been a faithful part of Odd Squad for a long time now. He deserves to have a promotion," one of her fellow workers curtly answered. He had tan skin and short, black hair, along with a round face and glasses without frames.

"I'm not doubting his loyalty to the squad, but he has a bad habit of..."

"Going on break," shouted Owen to the quiet atmosphere, already heading to the cafeteria.

"Doing that," Ms. O finished.

"Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be excellent at his job," the boy assured seriously before walking away.

Ms. O stared worriedly after her former employee, not entirely convinced this was a wise decision. She had meant to get the issue under control before she left her own Odd Squad headquarters, but became distracted with fighting off the laser chickens with Otis, Olympia, and Oona one last time.

Only one night passed safely, and then there was an ominous shadow stretching across the dimly lit headquarters. Several members of the staff yawned as they shuffled their feet, or their paperwork, the blue-ish glow not helping. The figure was able to sneak past every single security, but eventually the person came into view on the monitors. This was someone that knew Ms. O's previous squad too well, and that the new guy that was meant to secure the perimeter would be on an infamous break.

"Gotcha," spoke the mysterious voice as he grasped the exact thing he had been searching for. Alarms sounded instantly though as red lights flooded the top secret vault. As soon as the door was busted open, the villain was nowhere to be seen, the only trace of their being there was the empty pedestal with the white spotlight.

"Get the Big O," calmly ordered one of the boy agents with sandy colored hair, badge phones being removed within the group to contact their boss.

Olympia sat at her desk in the quieter than usual squad, just doodling Odd Squad logos on a sheet of paper. She had been feeling sort of down ever since Ms. O was no longer stationed there. When she was sad though, it made her work even harder, and she had run out of assignments after completing her own, her partner's, and various agents' in the squad.

Otis couldn't stand to see his best friend so down, especially with her usual, cheerful personality. Another quiet sigh escaped the red head's lips, until an alarm sounded, signaling a major S.O.S. message.

"Calling all agents! Report to the Bullpen immediately," rang out the electronic, female voice, dozens of feet scampering about. Finally they were all situated in front of the huge screen pulled down from above, Ms. O's face pixelating to life as she sat proudly at her desk in her official, white uniform.

"There you are. Something very bad has happened. And yes, I know that I said bad instead of odd. Our newest villain, Ohlm has stolen the lucky 44-leaf clover from Odd Squad's main headquarters. This clover is 11 times more lucky than a regular four leaf clover. Your mission is to find him, and get the 44-leaf clover back. Good luck, agents."

"Come on, Otis," called Olympia, already dragging him by the arm.

"Hey, can I join you guys? I think I might have an idea where Ohlm is," admitted Oona.

It had been a couple of hours and the trio finally spotted a familiar person.