"Thank you so much for coming, Odd Squad!" The chinless woman shook their hands, pumping them excitedly until their arms started to hurt. "Oh, it's so wonderful you made it!"

Olive sighed. "No problem, Mrs..."

"Kravitz. Gladys Kravitz." The chinless woman's eyes gleamed with feral excitement. "I'm so glad you're here!" She turned to her husband, sitting nearby in a chair reading the newspaper. "Look Abner, it's Odd Squad!"

"Yeah. Great." Abner didn't look up from his paper. "Why aren't you in school?"

Otto coughed. "What seems to be the problem, ma'am?"

"It's the house across the street," Mrs. Kravtiz whispered. "I know there's something odd going on over there. I know it."

Abner turned the page of his paper. "Wait'll you hear this..."

"Just this morning I saw a green tiger in their front yard!"

Olive and Otto exchanged looks. "A green..."

"They all say I'm crazy! Everyone keeps telling me I'm crazy..."

"Yeah," Abner continued reading. "Maybe 'cause you're crazy."

"But I know what I saw!" She glared at the perfectly ordinary house across the street. "There's something strange about those people..."

"Look who's talking." Abner continued reading. Otto struggled to suppress a chuckle.

"...And I want you to find out what it is!"

Olive and Otto looked at one another.

"Well, ma'am," Olive began to explain. "We don't really like to intrude on people unless they call us..."

"But this is definitely something you need to look into! It's very odd!"

Abner sighed. "Again, look who's talking."

Grabbing each agent firmly by the wrist, she nodded to her husband. "Come on, Abner! I'll show you who's crazy!"

With a heartfelt sigh, Abner folded his newspaper, got out of his chair, and followed them out the door and across the street. "Gladys, you've been showing me who's crazy ever since we got married! Why don't you just leave these poor people alone and..."

Mrs. Kravitz rapped on the door of the unassuming looking house, then shoved Olive and Otto up in front of her. After a moment or two, the door opened.

"Yes?" The lovely blond woman forced a smile. "Oh hello, Mrs. Kravitz..."

They heard something fall and smash. "Mrs. Kravitz?" A dark-haired, jug-eared man poked his head over the blonde's shoulder. "Mrs. Kravitz! How nice to see you! What..." He looked anxiously over his shoulder. "What brings you here today?"

Mrs. Kravitz nudged the two agents. They looked back at her, then up at the nervous man and the slightly less nervous woman.

"Um, we're from Odd Squad, ma'am. We had a report of a green tiger..."

"A green tiger?" The man rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes almost popping out of his skull. "Well, fancy that!"

"Do you mind if we look around?"

The blond woman looked deeply into Olive's eyes and smiled. "Not at all!" Ignoring the man's look of utter shock, she stepped aside. "Come on in!"

Olive and Otto stepped into the house, followed by Mrs. and Mister Kravitz. The man was staring at them, swallowing nervously and looking at the woman, who patted his arm.

"Sam," he said. "Are you sure you..."

Just then, an older woman in a black dress with a veiled hat and fur stole came around the corner. "Are they gone? OH! Oh, I mean... Um... That is... Um... Well... Um." She turned around and walked back the way she came. "I'll, um, get you all some refreshments..."

"The lemonade's in the refrigerator, Aunt Clara!" The man shouted. "I'd... better go help her. She..." He looked at the woman again, muttering to himself as he walked out of the room. "Sam, I hope you know what you're doing..."

The woman shook Olive and Otto's hands. "I'm Samantha Stephens. My husband Darren will be back in a second. Would you care for some lemonade?

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