A/N Hello again, readers! So since I haven't had any submissions yet on the Contest (which I highly encourage you to check out if you haven't already!) and I got a little bored waiting, I decided to start a new story! YAY! Something to note in the description is that this story does not contain OLP. OLP stands for my last story "Olive's Last Partner", and it pertains to any of the events/shipping/etc. that I created in that story. So since this story doesn't contain OLP, there will be no shipping or any previous fan-created events in it. However, I do have two new OCs that you'll meet in there, so I'm excited for you to meet them!
On a side note, those of you who read "Olive's Last Partner", thanks again for all the support! 2,849 views and counting, making it my most viewed story ever! SQUEEEE! But you all made that possible, so give yourselves a pat on the back! Now let's see if this story lives up to that potential... ;)
Well, what are you waiting for? READ! ! !

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the show, and I have no relation to Odd Squad whatsoever except that of faithful viewer and fangirl.

It's a quiet afternoon at Odd Squad Headquarters.

At least, it is for Ms. O.

As for the other agents, that's another story. Everyone is busy with something. Olive and Otto are on their fifteenth case of the day; Oren and Olaf have disappeared on some mission in the potato room; Owen is hard at work patrolling the halls and spinning his baton-thingy; Orchid is in the dinosaur room with Octavia and Oz giving the dinosaurs a bath; Dr. O has her hands full with the seasonal allergies (one agent got them so bad he broke out in gummy-bear hives); Ori is who-knows-where; and even Oscar has claimed to be too busy to leave his lab—never mind that he was last sighted brushing Norman's fur.

But with everyone too busy to come to her office, Ms. O is bored. Nothing on her desk seems entertaining enough. She doesn't feel like getting up to go boss anyone around for no reason. Even the juice tastes bland today. Ms. O groans and slumps in her seat. At a loss for anything better to do, she reaches into her filing cabinet, selects a file at random, and tosses it in front of her on the desk. Stamped across the front in bold red lettering is the title. She reads it aloud:

"ALL MIXED UP!".

Ah, yes. Ms. O remembers that case well. At least, most of it. She'd kind of been, well, let's just say MIA for that last part. But with notable exception to the case Olive had dubbed "6:00 to 6:05", this one was one of the most difficult and bizarre cases known to Odd Squad. Unlike the one with the clock and the dinosaurs, which took place over the course of five minutes (quadrupled, of course), this case dragged on for more than a week before it was solved. And Agent Orson's report captures the entire story in perfect detail.

Ms. O allows herself a small smile. Well, why not? she thinks.

Opening the file, she begins to read.

Chapter 1

There was a flash of blue light, and Agents Olive and Otto stumbled out onto the lush green grass of the park. "So," Otto said, dusting himself off, "where's the oddness?"

"Odd Squad! Thank goodness you're here!"

Olive recognized those voices very well. "Larry! Phyllis! Hello!" she greeted the approaching couple, delighted at the reunion.

Larry shook her hand. "It's good to see you and your partner again, Olive," he told her. "We've been having all kinds of oddness this morning."

"What seems to be the problem?" Otto asked, folding his arms.

"Well," Phyllis began, "we brought our baby Laralisa out to the park for a picnic. But when we opened our picnic basket...well, that's when the fruit flies appeared out of nowhere."

"And now we can't get rid of them!" Larry finished.

Olive and Otto glanced at each other. "If it's just fruit flies, why did you call us?" Olive asked.

"Yeah," Otto agreed. "Fruit flies are normally seen around food. That's not really our problem to get rid of them."

Now Larry and Phyllis glanced at each other. "Just come and see," Phyllis said, motioning for the two agents to follow them.

Ten seconds later, Olive and Otto understood exactly why they had been called. "Ohh, you mean literally fruit flies," Otto said.

Sure enough, sitting on a picnic blanket underneath a shady tree was Baby Laralisa—with every kind of fruit imaginable flying around her head on feathery white wings. The curious little baby was currently batting at a mango as it swooped past, while an apple and a grapefruit were pulling at her hair and a flock of cherries swarmed everywhere like mosquitos.

"What do we do?" Larry implored. "We can't even get to our daughter!"

"Not to worry," Olive reassured them. "We have a gadget to fix this." She reached into her pocket and felt around, then looked down in surprise as she realized that it was empty. Turning to her partner, Olive said, "Otto, I think you have the Groundinator."

Otto started. "I do? But I've never seen it—"

"Here, lemme find it," she cut him off. Bending over behind him, Olive reached into Otto's back pants pocket and felt around. Flinching, Otto cleared his throat self-consciously and felt his cheeks turn red at Larry's and Phyllis's stares.

"Got it!" With a little tug on Otto's pants, Olive pulled out a large gadget with four parts to it: one had a picture of a hamburger, one a pouting face, one an airplane, and one a flat and grassy surface. There was a dial at its base, and Olive turned the dial until it pointed to the airplane. "Let's get these fruits grounded!" she said, and aimed the gadget at the picnic.

"Oh, be careful!" Phyllis warned. "Don't hit Laralisa!"

"Don't worry, she won't," Otto reassured her. "Olive's good at this kind of thing."

Sure enough, when Olive fired the gadget, each beam found its target. Each pair of wings disappeared, and the fruit dropped to the blanket with a series of thuds—all without so much as a scratch on the bemused Baby Laralisa.

With cries of joy, the two ecstatic parents rushed forward and scooped up their daughter. "Thanks, Odd Squad!" they called, waving.

Olive and Otto waved back. "Have a good day!" Olive called back as she put away the gadget. Then the two agents started off, leaving the family to their picnic.

As they reached the park bench where the tube entrance was, Otto tapped his partner on the shoulder. "Hey, um, Olive?"

"Yes, partner?"

Otto's face reddened again and he took a sudden interest in his matching red converse shoes. "Please don't do that again. With my pants pocket, I mean."

Olive rolled her eyes and pressed her lips together. "Well, in my defense, you didn't know what it looked like or that you even had it. But trust me, I won't. That was all kinds of weird."

Several yards away, a figure hid behind a tree and watched the two agents disappear into the tubes.

No one would have recognized this figure if they saw them. This was a new villain, who hadn't made their debut yet. The town's society of villains hadn't inducted this person yet, and this Odd Squad certainly didn't have this person on their radar. And that's how this person wanted things to stay. For now.

But as the blue flash from the tubes faded away, the figure smiled grimly. The situation would have to change sometime if the figure was going to get into Odd Squad Headquarters…

A/N Hope you all liked that so far! See you all on Chapter 2! :)