A/N Alright guys, I'm back! :) This is gonna be a brief A/N because I don't have much to say, just that this'll be my last post for awhile since I officially start this college semester TOMORROW. (Ugggghhhh!) But yeah, hope you like this story, and please favorite/follow and leave a review!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own, neither am I affiliated with, Odd Squad.

SECOND DISCLAIMER: The story may be conceived and written by me, but Basil Grey has the final say in what is published.

Prologue: "I just kinda have this knack for knowing stuff."

It was a quiet summer afternoon in the town park. A few cute toddlers carefreely played on the playground, their parents hovering close by. Two older girls tossed a red Frisbee back and forth (or at least attempted to) in the grassy open area. Joggers wearing earbuds ran around the perimeter, getting their exercise and music-listening in for the day. And cutting through the center of it all was an old lady with a floppy hat and sunglasses, out for a stroll with her cat on a leash, but nobody paid her much mind.

At least, not until an Odd Squad agent darted out from behind a tree and fired a gadget at her.

Instantly the old lady was transformed. The floppy hat and sunglasses disappeared, and a shock of bright blue hair popped up in their place. The figure grew tall, slender, and morphed into a glowing mass of pictures and blue light. A narrow, angular face with a pointed nose appeared last, wearing a withering scowl.

The Shapeshifter growled. Darn, foiled again! And I thought my disguise was foolproof this time…

"Y'know, it's kinda obvious you've got something to hide when you're wearing a floppy hat and sunglasses," the agent, a dark-haired boy of about eight, quipped, as if in answer to her thoughts. "Most people choose one or the other for protection from the sun, but not both."

"Alright, alright, you found me," Shapeshifter snapped. "I suppose you want your precious Ambassador back?"

Holding up the cat's leash, she waved it tauntingly in front of the agent, who didn't bat an eye. Come to think of it, I probably should've changed its shape, too, she thought. Or at least taken off its little professional suit before kidnapping him.

The agent muttered something sounding like "That probably would've been a good idea."

Startled, Shapeshifter narrowed her eyes. "What did you just say?"

"I said, that would probably be a good idea, if you handed the Ambassador over now," he said nonchalantly. "Would save you a whole lot of trouble here in the next few minutes."

Shapeshifter burst out laughing. Does this upstart even know who I am? "You have got to be joking. I am the Shapeshifter!" she announced, putting her hands on her hips with no small amount of sass. "I can shapeshift into anything I want to escape you, Odd Squad!"

The boy raised an eyebrow. "Anything, huh? How about—"

Oh no you don't. Joke's on you, I know where this is going. "I'm going to stop you right there," she cut him off, blatantly simpering. "You're not going to fool me with this trick again."

But instead of the fear and uncertainty Shapeshifter was expecting to find in response, all she got was a chuckle and a shrug. "Worth a shot. Agent Todd, wasn't it?"

She cocked her head. This was new. Odd Squad agents rarely got sidetracked enough to carry on a casual conversation with the villain they were pursuing, at least in her experience. But this one looks newer and more inexperienced than the rest, she decided. Maybe he's just too naive to know how to confront an odd villain like myself. For the time being, Shapeshifter decided to play along. "Yes, before he did the right thing by coming to our side. But how did you know about that? You don't look like you've been on the squad long enough for that."

He shrugged again. "I dunno. I just kinda have this knack for knowing stuff. Like, didn't you also defeat one of our best agents by turning into her greatest fear and scaring her?"

Ah yes. That Agent Olive. Another reason to have Odd Todd on our side. She smiled smugly at the fond memory. "Yes, yes I did. I too have a knack for knowing certain, useful things."

"You make a good point," he agreed. "Not many people are that afraid of pie. It seems kinda ridiculous to me. Like it shouldn't even be a real fear."

Of course it shouldn't. Odd Squad's so-called "best" agent has always been a weak one, deep down. Nobody in their right mind would let themselves be afraid of pie. Now, ants on a log...that's something worth being afraid of. An abhorrent mutated hybrid of three types of foods that should never go together: the sickening wet crunch of the celery clashing with the heavy sweet stickiness of peanut butter, and those raisin ants that gaze at you tauntingly like eyes boring into the very depths of your soul…. Shapeshifter held back a shudder. The boy was right. Pie was nothing compared to that horror.

Speaking of the boy, he seemed to have forgotten his chatty spell, and had a bright and eager grin on his face. "But never mind about that. I still have to catch you and escort the Ambassador safely to his home."

Shapeshifter stood straighter and tossed her head. Here we go, now we're talking business. "Tsk tsk tsk, what have I told you? It's way too easy for me to escape. In fact," she sniffed, "I'm going to escape with your precious Ambassador. Right. Now. By transforming into—"

"ANTS ON A LOG!"

Quicker than (Mr.) lightning, the boy whipped up the gadget he'd used earlier and fired. The familiar teal circular beam shot out and enveloped her completely, but instead of bringing her back into true form…

...it did the opposite.

To her utter shock, Shapeshifter began changing her form, for the first time in her life, against her own will. She felt her body grow longer, thicker, rounder, and—stringier. Compressed water in a crunchy, stringy green flesh. Her core was an open crevice, rapidly filling with something heavy, sticky...and smelling heavily of peanuts. Suddenly it dawned on Shapeshifter, as four huge wrinkled fruity somethings were shoved into her heavy sticky core—

Somehow, someway, she was becoming her own worst nightmare.

That's when the panic consumed her. Shapeshifter screamed, and screamed, and screamed, the screams muffled by peanut butter, her celery mind unable to focus on anything else.

ANTS ON A LOG ANTS ON A LOG ANTS ON A LOG ANTS ON A LOG

Caught in the surprise, she was stuck, stuck, stuck in this horrific shape, she couldn't get out of it, there was nowhere to go—

"Caught you!"

Those two words, spoken by two girls and a boy she hadn't heard yet today, punctured through her fear and, too late, cleared her mind. Immediately she came to her senses and snapped back into her own familiar form—only to find herself totally ensnared in a tightly-woven net. It didn't take long for the reality to sink in: no matter what shape her weight would allow her to take on, there would be no way out.

What happened? she wondered in disbelief. I was...forced into...but I've never told anyone...how is that even possible?

"I'll tell you how it's possible."

Shapeshifter whipped her head in the direction of the voice. Looming over her was that boy agent she had so gravely underestimated. Standing on either side of them were two other agents she recognized, Octavia and Orchid, the latter of whom was holding that red Frisbee. She was just in time to watch as they each pressed the top button on their jackets, transforming their casual clothes disguise back into agent suits. And next to Octavia seemed to float the Ambassador himself in midair, presumably held by Octavia's invisible partner.

Shapeshifter squinted at the boy. "Who are you?"

The boy gave her a gap-toothed grin. "I'm Agent Ori," he declared. "And I can hear everything."