I thought An Explanation of Pi(e) was my big One-Hit-Wonder, for the Odd Squad fandom, but I guess I was wrong.

Certain aspects of Otis have always bothered me for some reason, and this is not an entirely unpopular opinion, either.

"Agent Otis! In my office! Now!" Came a shout from above.

"Yes, Miss O, coming!" Came the reply from the desks below.

Otis glanced at his partner, Olympia. "Don't worry, it's probably nothing. Maybe some minor case."

Olympia nodded hurriedly. "Yeah, it wouldn't be good if you got kicked off the squad, or The Big O is shutting Odd Squad down again. But then, everyone would hear about that, so it's not really a big issue. But I wonder why she called you in, and not me..."

Otis bounded away towards the stairs, unnoticed by Olympia.

He reached Miss O's office, and addressed his boss, "You wanted to see me, Miss O?"

"Otis? What are you doing here?"

Otis lost a step at her statement. "But... You called me."

Miss O shook her head. "Not you. The other Otis."

Otis tipped his head as a border collie hopped down from a chair, and ran out the door. He paused to make a face before asking, "Miss O, am I the only agent in this office... Who shares a name with a dog?"

Miss O shrugged. "Otis is the only dog agent we have."

Otis looked down. "Why do I share a name with a dog?"

"Well, Ti, changing your name was the only way we could get you in."

Otis sighed. "I should have chosen a different name. I mean, Olin wasn't taken, neither was Odhran, or Odin-"

"You seriously want to be named after a Norse god?"

"Osiris... Omar... Oran... Orion! Orion is actually a pretty cool name."

"Titus! Stop it! You are Otis now, and that's the way it will stay," Miss O stated firmly, as she stood and walked to the juice bar, and grabbing an apple juice.

Otis sat down, but on the chair not formerly occupied by a canine. "Apologies, Miss O. But... I don't know. Maybe I didn't do the right thing turning."

"What?!" Miss O shouted as her juice box fell to the ground. "Otis, don't ever say things like that again!"

"But Miss O, I- I always feel like I'm on a different level than everyone else. I don't know if people really understand me."

Miss O sat down on the chair next to him, instead of behind her desk.

"Listen, Ti. We both know that you are very intelligent. You may not quite fit in here, but that doesn't mean that you won't ever fit in." She paused. "You yourself say that people can change."

"That wasn't exactly the correct context."

Miss O gazed at him in the closest thing to pity that she could. "Titus, you've had to take a different path than the rest of us. You've had a harder time to find out where you belong, but trust me- your place is here."

Otis looked down at his fingertips as strands of energy wreathed about them. "But I'm not normal. I- I never was. I used to cause... Everything that Odd Squad stands against."

"But you don't anymore, Otis. You've changed. You've learned to control it. To use it for productive purposes. The juice, Otis?"

Otis smiled, and gave a flick of the wrist. Almost instantly, the juice that spilled from the box on the floor came out of the carpet, and hovered in the air a moment before making a beeline to the sink. With a second motion of Otis's hand, a second juice box flew from the basket, and into Miss O's hand.

Otis grinned broadly. "It's not every day that I get to do that."

Miss O rolled her eyes. "The flying goldfish?"

Otis put his hand up in mock defense. "Hey, I was a little bored, so what?"

"Sometimes I think you're a little similar to... To Todd. Except your path took you in reverse."

"I ended at Odd Squad, instead of beginning."

"Right. But you and Todd share the intellect... Maybe not the telekinesis aspect, so much. You two are very similar, except you chose a different path than he did. You took the right one, coming to me."

"A reformed villain who joins Odd Squad under an assumed name. Am I the only one who's ever done that?"

"Many agents have joined, some have fallen to Oddness, but yes, Otis. You're the only who began Odd, and rose above it to join us."

"It feels so strange... To have these powers, and still not be able to use them, really."

"Otis, you forget the wall-climbing."

Otis smiled. "True. But most people don't think of stuff like that. At least, not in the correct way."

"And the laser chicken?"

Otis rolled his eyes slightly. "Let's be fair, I hardly even lifted it at all."

Miss O smiled. "Otis, that's the thing. You use your powers to stop Oddness now, not create it. That agrees with our philosophy."

"Even if I am a little..."

"Even if you are a little bit odd."

Otis shrugged. "You know... I was going to say 'different'. But I think you put it just as well." He turned to leave. "And... Thanks for the talk."

Miss O nodded, and Otis went back to his desk.

Miss O smiled, and pulled a dog whistle out from a drawer in her desk. A few notes, and the canine Otis came barreling back into the room, hopping up the the opposite chair. She began to scratch behind his ear, and she casually said, "Well, we've restored his confidence in his belonging at Odd Squad. Good work."

Well, this story hints at a darker past for Otis, but I feel like he still deserves it.

P.s. There is actually a canonical canine Agent Otis. Rewatch "Training Day".

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