I am pleased to see people reviewing my first Odd Squad fic! If I haven't replied to you via PM, it's because you reviewed as a guest. So here's my replies now!

Guest: Thanks for the feedback. Hmm, y'know, I might consider that. Sounds like a fun idea... Oscar would make a perfect C3PO ;)

That one kid: You'll notice I chose not to let your review get posted. I don't really know what "lemon" means in regards to shipping, but it doesn't sound good. Plus, they are kids. Kids!

Ravenpuff: Well thanks ;)

Guest(s): I dunno, I'm not one for that angsty kind of fanfiction. Besides, Olympia wouldn't really ever give up! (And yes, Guest 2, I saw your pun. Cue the trombone...)


Wearing his Odd Squad uniform for the first time, Otis stepped into Headquarters. He paused just past the doors from the relic room.

Everything was how he's imagined it to be. The desks, the lab, the meeting room, but most of all the atmosphere. Every agent seemed to know each other well, waving as they passed each other's desks or laughing in the Breakroom.

Otis was more than ready to become a part of this community. Now all he had to do was find his partner.

He looked around, but most of the other Investigation agents he could see were already in pairs. Except for one kid, near the back of the room. He sat alone at his desk, typing at his computer. That must be my partner, Otis decided. He headed over to the empty desk.

"Hey, uh, are you Oswald?" Otis asked aloud.

The brown-haired kid looked up from his work. "Yeah, I am. You must be my new partner. Your name?"

"Otis. So, have you worked here for long?"

"About a year or so. My last partner, Orelei, and I started at around the same time. She just got promoted to Ms. O. I heard you just got out of the Academy?"

So he hasn't heard about my situation, Otis thought with some relief. "Something like that," he said aloud.

"So, yeah," Oswald finished. "Welcome to Odd Squad, although you've probably heard that a million times by now."

"A million and sixteen. I've been counting," Otis explained.

Oswald shook his head and said, "I can tell you and I are gonna get along great."


"You wanted to see us, Ms. O?" Otis routinely asked as he and Oswald entered the office. Oswald had requested that Otis be the one to say it, as he was still getting used to calling her by her title rather than her name.

"There you two are," Ms. O responded, curls bobbing as she stacked papers. "Something very odd has happened. You two know about the ballpoint pen collection in the town museum, right?"

Otis and Oswald both nodded their heads. Otis had seen the pens with Todd several times. Actually, I haven't heard from Todd in a while...

"Take a look at this," Ms. O continued, jerking Otis back into reality. With a press of a button on her universal remote, the painting behind her opened up into a video screen, It showed an image of the racks where the pens were usually kept, now filled with bananas. "You can't see it in this still," Ms. O continued, "but they're singing. "Feliz Navidad", I think. I need you to go to the museum and solve this case."

"Yes, ma'am," Oswald said hurriedly, standing up to go. Otis was about to follow his lead when Ms. O spoke again.

"I'm not finished! Some of the pens were also stolen. You'll need to figure out who's behind both crimes. So GO!"

"Man alive, she's got that yelling thing down," Oswald remarked as the partners made for the tube lobby.


"Ok, let's review the facts," Otis suggested. "Here we have a picture of the pens before - " Here he used his Odd Squad-issued tablet to reveal a picture of the pristine pen display. " - and after." He flicked his finger across the tablet, and the scene shifted to one of mostly bananas. Ms. O had been right - a lot of the bananas were singing "Feliz Navidad". However, Otis and Oswald had also noted "Ding Dong, The Witch is Dead" being sung, among other things.

"Did you notice any patterns in the pen display?" Oswald asked.

"Only about two thirds of the bananas were singing. The security guard said the problem started at around lunchtime today."

"And of the singing bananas, half were singing each song."

"Maybe the work of two different villains?"

"Could be. All the pens were numbered."

"I'd suggest we take a look at the security cameras."

"Good idea, partner." Oswald stood and headed for the museum's camera room. Otis followed him.


"...turns out it was a teamup," Otis related to Todd.

Todd didn't really look like he was paying attention. "Yeah, that's great."

Otis felt a little awkward. Wishing to change the subject, he inquired, "So how's Academy training going?"

"It's fine," Todd shrugged. "I can't believe the other kids in my training group, though. Ophelia and Oakley don't talk to me much, and Olive... She spends so much time scribbling in her notebook. Seriously, she carries that thing everywhere!"

"Not everyone is as smart as you are, Todd."

Todd said nothing, but turned and left.

It's just a phase, Otis reassured himself. He'll get over it once he becomes an agent.

Hopefully.