A/N Hello there, loyal readers! Yes, I have FINALLY finished this last chapter! Took me long enough, and I'm sorry about the wait. This entire epilogue is probably totally unnecessary to the story, as it is totally unnecessarily LOOOONG, but I had a lot of episode scenes I wanted to fit in. If it's too long to read in one go, I understand. But again, reviews are appreciated!

Now for some other housekeeping issues. First, some of you reviewed on the last chapter asking who Olive's real former partner was. Well, I'm a little disappointed that that's all some of you wanted to know. The entire reason I wrote this story was to imagine Olive and Oscar as former partners. But that's alright, I understand you were curious. If I am correct, you will find out who her real former partner was on May 25... ;)
Second, the contest. Here in about a month, at the beginning of May, I will post a one-chapter story, and this will be the contest. Anyone can participate, but it'll be easier if you have an account on this site, because then I can PM you. The contest will consist of three parts, and the winner of each part will have a say in the next three fanfics that I write. (One will get to pick from my ideas, one will create a one-shot idea of their choice, and one will create a 3-5 chapter story of their choice.) I will explain more about it when the time rolls around, but this is just to get you all thinking about it. I highly recommend you start doing your research on the show now, though. Trust me, it'll help!
Third, I'll be back on Pinterest a week from today, and I've got LOADS of pins ready to put on my board for the show, called "Odd Squad FTW!" I'll appreciate anyone who wants to follow my board. :) [hint, hint, it'll also help for the contest!]

Okay, that should be it for housekeeping. And now comes the end of three months of hard work for me, and three months of reading and waiting on chapters for you. Enjoy the epilogue, and I'll see you all again soon!

Epilogue: Flashforward

"And ACTION!"

"My name is Oscar!" Agent Oscar announced, hopping off the lab table and gesturing at his surroundings. "I work in the Odd Squad lab—" he picked up a random gadget and fumbled with it, "and I build gadgets to help with cases—oh!"

Accidentally pulling the trigger, Oscar fired the gadget at who-knows what, and a second later Ms. O's distant voice was heard yelling his name in anger. "Sorry!" Oscar shouted back apologetically.

Sitting with Otto behind the cameraman, Olive let out a snort of laughter. Quickly she clapped a hand over her mouth and hoped it hadn't been too audible.

"But I'm not all about gadgets," Oscar continued, holding out the side of his lab coat. "This white coat has seen some dirt."

Otto's gaze flitted to the Centigurp boxes stacked in the corner of the room.

"Now, do I make mistakes? Yes," Oscar admitted. "The question is," he hurried on, "do I make the same mistakes twice?"

Hmm, let me think, Olive thought sarcastically. She leaned out from behind the camera and shot him a meaningful look.

Oscar winced. "...Yes," he reluctantly confessed. Then he recovered his composure and added jokingly, "Sometimes twenty-five times in a row!"

"Cue the Oscarbots," Otto whispered in her ear with a grin. This time Olive had to fight to stifle the bubble of laughter rising up inside her.

The cameraman glared at them, then turned back to Oscar. "What was your favorite day at Odd Squad?" he prompted.

"Hmm..." Oscar thought for a moment until his face lit up with the memory. "Aha! One of my favorite days at Odd Squad was when I ran a top-secret mission with Ms. O. It was actually really fun! See, there was this big canoe, and the Sword of Antioch, and we got to use brain helmets, and I even had to cut my hair for it!"

Otto looked at Olive sharply. "Should he be saying all this?" he muttered. Olive shook her head no, a knowing smile on her face.

At that instant, Oscar realized the exact same thing. Eyes widening, he drew in a sharp breath. "Ugh, I guess I shouldn't really be talking about this..." he muttered awkwardly, twisting his mouth. "Guess that's twenty-six mistakes."

Oh, crud. Don't laugh, Olive. Don't laugh don't laugh don't laugh.

"And CUT!" the cameraman called out, switching off the camera.

Instantly Olive and Otto collapsed in a fit of giggles. "That was golden, Oscar!" Otto managed in between titters. "Just golden!"

Oscar's face flushed slightly. "Oh gosh, um, thanks! I think…?"

The cameraman gave Olive and Otto another dirty look. "Well, we don't have time for another take," he cut in, packing up his equipment. "Your boss wants me to interview three more agents in the next hour, er..." He put a checkmark next to Oscar's name on his list and read the names below it. "Next up are Olaf, Orchid, and Dr. O."

"Oh, um, Olaf's right over there at his desk." Oscar pointed him out.

"Thank you. Have a nice day." And with that, the cameraman sauntered out.

By now Olive and Otto had calmed down somewhat. "Oh, man," Olive said, wiping stray tears of laughter from her eyes. "Oscar, that was absolutely hilarious. I hope Ms. O keeps it as the final promo video."

Since winning the Jackie Awards, Ms. O had received plenty of honors for their Odd Squad agency. One was that they would get to record promotional and commercial videos representing the entire North American Division of Odd Squad. As far as video content went, one of Ms. O's ideas was to interview her top ten agents about their experiences in working for Odd Squad. Olive and Otto had already filmed theirs earlier in the day, and came to watch Oscar's after getting lunch.

Everyone was really excited about the promos. Olive was looking forward to narrating the Odd Squad historical documentaries, although she didn't know how she'd fit the recording hours into her busy schedule. Otto couldn't wait to act out a series of chase scenes in front of a green screen, especially since it would be with Ms. O, Oscar, and Olive. Meanwhile, Ms. O and little Orson were to do the commercial and recruitment ads. O'Connor, the Odd Squad journalist, even offered to pitch in the old mock "Odd Reports" that he and Oscar had once recorded together for fun, which were based on actual cases. But first, after the interviews were done with, Oscar was going to film a series of training videos, then team up with Oksana to do some HQ tour videos. He had the most filming work to do by far, but everyone agreed that the camera loved him and he deserved it.

Oscar scratched his head and shrugged. "Heh, yeah I suppose it was pretty funny. I just hope nobody got hurt when I accidentally fired that gadget."

"Well, what gadget was it?" Olive asked.

He picked it up and examined it. "Oh, phew! It was only the Soundcheckinator."

Right on cue, the "Take Away/Gonna Add 4 Remix" began playing faintly. Olive groaned.

"They'll probably also edit out the part where you talked about the secret mission," Otto reassured him. "At least, the details of it. The rest was probably okay."

"OLIVE! OTTO! OSCAR! IN MY OFFICE! NOW!"

Otto gasped in excitement. "The chase scenes! We get to film them now!" He did a little dance and took off toward the stairs, calling, "Boom-camera-lotta!" over his shoulder.

"More filming?" Oscar sighed. "I'd hoped for a bit of a lunch break."

"Oh, really?" Olive dug around in her pocket and pulled out a small capsule. "Here, I got you covered."

Oscar's eyes lit up. It was one of those pills he'd invented a couple years back after reading Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, because it turned into whatever food you wanted after putting it in your mouth. "Gee, thanks!" He popped it in his mouth and closed his eyes. "Mm, delicious."

"What is it this time?"

"Mmph," Oscar mumbled around the food. "Fish fingers, celery, and banana custard for dessert." Swallowing, he added with a wink, "But don't worry, no orange juice."

Olive giggled. "That's quite a combination." Several months had passed since the boiler room flood, and now the two of them joked about it freely.

"Y'know, it's funny," Oscar suddenly remarked. "I thought I ran out of those pills a long time ago. Where'd you find this one?"

A slight flush crept up Olive's cheeks. "I saved it. From your first batch."

From my first batch… Oscar slowly turned his head to stare at her. "But that was over a year ago. I thought you..." he trailed off. "Then that means—even when you hated me—"

"It never really went away," Olive finished quietly.

There was a pause. Oscar didn't really know what to make of that. Even when she hated me, she still liked me...? Finally, noticing that she was embarrassed, he reached out and squeezed her hand. "Well, I uh—I always like learning new things, heh."

Olive grinned and shook her head. "Oh, you." Keeping a tight hold on his hand, she said offhandedly, "We should probably go up there. Don't want to keep Ms. O waiting."

"Ah. Of course." They started out of the lab together, hand in hand. As they began climbing the stairs, Oscar asked, "Hey, um, after we're done filming today, do you want to go to Ms. Baker's bakery?"

Olive gave him a curious look. "Are you wanting to take me on a date?"

"No!" he blurted. "Well, wait, I mean, um—I hear she's got a half-price sale on her pies—"

"Pies?!" Olive jerked her hand away, a look of pure terror on her face. "Why would I—no! How dare you forget—" It was then that she saw the mischievous grin on his face. "Why, you little—hey! You get back here RIGHT NOW!"

But Oscar was already up the stairs and bolting down the walkway. Exasperated, Olive took off after him. He'd definitely spent too much time with Otto to have the guts to pull that one off. She'd have a word with Otto about that. Yet even as she chased him around the walkway hollering angrily at the top of her lungs, Olive was grinning broadly on the inside. It didn't matter that he'd made a fool of her with that stunt. Everything Oscar meant to her was enough.

Enough for her to forgive his little practical joke.

Enough to accept his invitation to the bakery.

Enough to enjoy filming on the set with him during the chase scenes, especially when they got to army-crawl through a green-screened tunnel side-by-side.

Enough for many more adventures together…

Enough to calm him down from the threat of a Timetastrophe.

"So through process of elimination," Olive reasons, "the other Ms. O is most likely from the winter months: December, January, or February."

"But that's still so many days!" Oscar moans. "I don't wanna meet a 1920s businessman!"

Olive and Otto look bewildered. "Excuse me?" Olive asks.

"What?" Otto also wonders.

Oscar looks stricken. "The next stage of the Timetastrophe," he says in a low voice. "After the time-quake, time holes will appear, allowing things from different times to travel to our time. A 1920s businessman, a-a-a viking, and worst of all...a go-go dancer...!"

He trails off, and Olive notices in alarm that he's hyperventilating. "Oscar!" she cuts in, placing a supportive hand on his shoulder. "That's not going to happen. We will figure out which day Ms. O came from." Her voice softens. "Got it?"

Pressing his lips together to slow his breathing, Oscar nods.

"Good," Olive says with a smile. "Now, there must be more clues..."

Enough to see him first thing after she was cured of the skips.

"How long did you say Olive had to be quarantined?" Oscar asks his first partner, worriedly staring at Olive through the glass.

"A week," Dr. O promptly answers. "So since they've been in there since yesterday afternoon, it'll be about six more days."

The two watch Olive and Ms. Baker tirelessly skip in circles. Otto has long since gone off to get his work done, trying to compensate for the absence of his partner. But Oscar put his work aside, letting the other Odd Squad scientists cover for him, and has come to watch over Olive instead.

"I don't know," he finally says. "It's just—a whole week seems like an awful long time, you know? She hasn't even stopped to eat, drink, or sleep."

"Olive will be fine, Oscar," Dr. O reassures him. "When you're getting rid of the Skips, you don't feel the need to—hey, where are you going? Oscar, I said she'd be fine! You can trust me, I'm the Doctor!"

But Oscar isn't listening. He has an idea. Back in his lab, he searches through his pile of gadgets and finally pulls one out, then rushes back to join Dr. O. "See, it's my Speedupinator," Oscar explains with pride.

Dr. O stares down her nose at him dubiously. "What are you saying, Oscar?"

"Well, you said that it takes a week of skipping to get all the Skips out. So, if I speed the time up inside the quarantine room, it'll take way less than a week, right?"

"...Right, but—"

"So then it should work!" Oscar whips up his gadget and aims at the glass.

"Oscar, wait! This hasn't been medically tested—" Dr. O puts out a hand to stop him, but Oscar has already fired the gadget. A pink mist swirls around the two occupants, who suddenly begin to skip so fast that it looks like they're on forward-rewind.

Dr. O observes them nervously. "Oscar? How fast are they skipping, exactly?"

Oscar checks two dials on his gadget. "According to these, one minute for them skipping is one second for us, which means they'll be done skipping in..." he does the math in his head, "...one hundred and forty-four minutes. So about two-and-a-half hours! Good, right?"

Dr. O frowns at him. "No, because now I have to stay and watch them for two-and-a-half hours to make sure nothing goes wrong, but I can't afford to because I've got a lot of medical cases to treat today, so now Odell has to take over for me, but he doesn't know what he's doing because he's not a doctor, I'm a doctor!"

There's a pause as the two former partners stare each other down. Oscar presses his lips together, upset that he angered Dr. O, but before he can offer to do it instead, she cuts him off with a sigh. "No, Oscar, it has to be me that watches them. This procedure hasn't been medically tested, so a qualified doctor has to oversee it." She makes shooing motions with her hands. "Go on. You might as well get your own work done in the lab. Don't worry, I'll call you back when they're done."

Reluctantly, Oscar does as she says. Luckily the two-and-a-half hours pass by without a hitch, and Olive and Ms. Baker exit the quarantine chamber completely cured of the Skips. Ms. Baker thanks the Odd Squad for curing her and immediately heads back to her bakery, but Olive lingers. "Has it really been a week already?" she asks in perplexity, fingering her hospital gown.

"No, it's been a little over a day," Dr. O answers curtly. Then she turns toward the lab and calls, "Oscar! Your Speedupinator worked! They're out now!" That done, Dr. O makes a beeline for the medical room to begin catching up on her work.

Immediately Oscar dashes over. "I knew it would work!" he says excitedly. "Glad to have you back, Olive!"

Olive shakes her head and smiles. "Should've known you'd do something like that." Then without warning her smile disappears, and she bites her lip. "Oscar...I almost died. Again."

His eyebrows go up in shock. Really? She didn't tell me this. "W-what happened?"

"The last thing on my to-do list yesterday was to go skydiving," Olive explains quietly. "But I skipped the part where I should've put on a parachute. If Otto hadn't gotten the jetpack and come after me...I would've fallen to my death..."

Oscar is at a loss for words. I nearly lost her, he manages to think. Oh, God, I nearly lost her! Overwhelmed, he suddenly finds himself embracing Olive tightly, as if she could slip away any moment.

Neither of them can be sure how long they stand there. But eventually Olive pulls away and says, "It's alright, Oscar. I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?"

"I promise. Well," she amends, "I do have to go tell Otto that I'm cured."

Oscar chuckles. "Yeah, yeah you should—probably go do that."

Enough to give him an early birthday present—a big one.

"Hey, Olive," Otto chokes out, his face green. "Can I borrow your trash bin?"

Hand over her mouth, Olive shakes her head no. Then her eyes widen, and for the umpteenth time she leans over and throws up into her trash bin. "Mine's full," she groans afterward, wiping her face with her already dirty sleeve. A/N Sorry if this is too gross!

"Oh." Reluctantly, Otto turns around and grabs their ninth egg salad pizzas. "Guess we can use the empty boxes, then."

Earlier, of course, Ms. O ordered the two agents to "get rid of" all the egg salad pizzas from Delivery Debbie and Delivery Doug. Halfway through their second pizza, both Olive and Otto started throwing up on Ms. O's carpet, due to both the sheer amount of food they were eating as well as how disgusting it was. Hand over her mouth and nose, Ms. O quickly brought them both purple trash bins, and even more quickly rushed out of the office. "Don't come out until you're done eating!" she ordered. "And clean up your mess, too!" Then she slammed the door.

Olive takes her next pizza and makes a face. "Okay." She pulls the pizza out of its box and takes a deep breath. "Keep going, partner. We're almost halfway there."

"Hey, guys!"

The two agents jump and drop their pizzas. Standing in the doorway of the office is Agent Oscar, wielding a nose-shaped gadget. "Ms. O told me you needed an Unsmellinator. So what's going on h—? Oh..." He takes in their green faces, the vomit-filled trash bins, and the pile of pizza boxes behind them. "Um, what happened here?"

Olive blushes and looks away. Great. Of all the people to see me like this, it has to be Oscar. Just super.

"We helped Delivery Debbie and Delivery Doug with a case," Otto begins. "And after we solved it, we told them that they should try working together sometime."

"But they took that to mean combining not only their businesses," Olive goes on, "but also their foods."

"So they came up with egg salad pizzas."

"And to say thanks for giving them the idea, they gave Odd Squad thirty-seven free egg salad pizzas."

"But Ms. O doesn't want them because they're disgusting."

"So she's forcing us to eat them all because we gave Debbie and Doug the idea," Olive finishes with an embarrassed look.

Oscar looks at the two agents, then at the tower of pizza boxes, then at the vomit-filled trash bins, then back at the agents. Finally he kind of points at the egg salad pizza in Olive's hands and half-stammers, "Could I, y-you know, maybe, um...try that?"

Olive and Otto exchange glances. Otto shrugs. Olive looks back at Oscar with a you're-doing-this-at-your-own-risk look and tells him, "Sure, take it."

"Thanks." Putting aside the Unsmellinator, Oscar steps forward and relieves Olive of the pizza. Slowly he takes a bite, chews it thoughtfully, and swallows it. "Wow. This is really—delicious!"

Otto's jaw drops. "Seriously?"

"Yeah! It's, I mean, the egg and the pepperoni—great combination! I absolutely love it." Oscar takes another bite.

This gives Olive an idea. Eyeing the remaining pizza boxes, she slowly asks, "Oscar? When did you say your birthday was, again?"

Oscar swallows and looks at her curiously. "Not for another few weeks. Why?"

Without a word, Olive gets up and walks behind the couch, gesturing for Otto to follow. She hands him ten pizza boxes, then grabs the other nine, and carries them over to Oscar. "Happy early birthday, Oscar," she says with a grin, dropping the boxes at his feet with a punctuating thump.

Now it's Oscar's turn to drop his jaw. He looks at Olive, then at the pizza boxes, then back at Olive again. Suddenly he lunges forward as if to grab Olive in a great bear hug, but remembering the presence of Otto, grabs her hand instead. "Thank you, Olive!" he exclaims, pumping it up and down vigorously. "Now I can pack my lunch for three whole weeks!"

Olive chuckles and shakes his hand back. "Anything for you, Oscar." Not to mention Otto and me, she adds mentally.

Enough to take him out to lunch—even if he didn't show up for nine hours.

For the seventy-eighth time, Otto checks his watch. "How much longer do we have to wait?" he gripes. "Work ended an hour ago, and everyone else is already gone! I need to go home and—"

Olive holds up a hand to quiet him. "I told you before, it would be another nine hours before Oscar's done with the pictures. And we did promise to take him out to eat. You said so yourself."

Otto rolls his eyes and groans. "That was before I knew we were staying until nine o'clock at night!"

"Okay then, tell you what. You can go on home, and I'll take him out for dinner myself. Sound fair?"

"Mm..." Otto shakes his head. "No, you're right. We made a promise, and we'll both keep it."

Thankfully, the accurately-predicted nine hours ends shortly thereafter, and it isn't long before the lights go off in the photo room and Oscar jauntily comes down the slide. "Hey, guys! Sorry that took so long. We ready for lunch?"

"Technically," Otto corrected in annoyance, "it's more like supper now."

Oscar glances at his watch in surprise. "Huh, sure enough! Gosh, I'm really sorry—"

"It's alright, Oscar," Olive breaks in with a warm smile. "Tell you what, why don't we make a special trip to the Club 24 for dinner? On me. They save the best food and drinks for after dark, you know."

"Sure!" Oscar agrees eagerly. "Oscarbot 24 told me all about the place, and it sounds like a blast!"

"And I'll get to dance!" Otto chimes in, his face brightening.

"Then let's do it!" Olive says.

Later, at the nightclub, Otto grabs a quick snack and makes a beeline for the dance floor. Olive chuckles and clinks glasses with Oscar. "Should we go join him?"

"Oh, definitely," Oscar says over the loud music, sipping his sparkling white grape juice. "But," he adds with a grin, "I'd rather hang out here with you for a little while first."

Especially enough to stop him from revealing one of Odd Squad's most forbidden taboos.

"Did you say shrinking potato?!" Olive, Otto, and Oscar simultaneously gasp.

Oren gives them an annoyed look. "No, he said shrinking potato salad!"

The trio roll their eyes.

"Anyhow," Oren continues arrogantly, "Olaf clearly marked it in the fridge. See?"

To prove his partner's point, a scowling Olaf holds up an empty paper bag marked with an O and jabs a finger at it.

"How was I supposed to know?" Otto defends (rather comically, as he is a foot shorter than the other four agents). "Every agent that works at Odd Squad's name starts with an O!"

Oscar cocks his head thoughtfully. "Well, there was this one agent—"

"We're not going to talk about that right now," Olive smoothy cuts him off. Laying a kindly hand on his shoulder, she gives Oscar a warning look and almost imperceptibly shakes her head. His eyes widen in realization and he closes his mouth sheepishly.

Luckily no one else notices, and the conversation shifts to Regrowinators and the Magical Growing Potato. But Olive knew what he was going to say. There was that one agent whose name started with a T, so he added the word 'Odd' to the front of it so his name would start with an O. Plus, it fit with his career. But the agent had actually been banished from Odd Squad for causing odd activity—and worse—and now the entire situation surrounding him was completely confidential. With the exception of Ms. O, no one, not even Olive or Oscar, knew the full story of what this agent had done. But those who knew about him were ordered to keep the subject strictly taboo. Not even his name could be mentioned.

Oscar is well aware of this, but he also knows that he makes mistakes from time to time. Later, as Olaf leads the group to the Potato Door, Oscar falls back and mutters to Olive, "Man, thanks for saving my neck back there!"

Though too worried about Otto's shrinking problem to smile, she winks at him. "No problem," she mutters back. She'll tell Otto about the agent if the need ever arises. But as long as the subject is forbidden, he'll have to wait.

Now, there would still be the occasional quarrel between the two. Like when Olive upset O'Brian and Oscar kept forcefully dragging her out of the tube lobby.

Olive gets up from her tube for the second time and looks around. Nothing has happened. "What's going on?" she demands.

O'Brian shrugs. "Sorry, Olive. Guess that one's broken, too."

Olive stares at him in disbelief as the door hisses open. "But Otto just used this tube—"

"Hey! Hi! Uh, uh, how's it going? Hey, uh, Olive, can I please speak to you just for a little second here—" "But I—" "Here, come on—!" "But Oscar I have to—" "No, no, come on, Olive!" "Let go! Oscar, I have to go—!"

The door hisses shut behind them. O'Brian laughs mischievously to himself.

Outside the lobby, Oscar finally releases his grip on Olive's wrist, and she staggers to catch her balance. "O'Brian is tube-blocking you," he explains.

"Tube...blocking?" Olive asks, to which Oscar nods knowingly. "What's that?"

"Well, you did something to make him angry and now he's not gonna let you use the tubes until you apologize," he tells her, as if this should be obvious.

"Well, what'd I do?"

Oscar shrugs. "I'o'no."

Olive huffs in exasperation. "This is ridiculous! I'm going to settle this," she resolves, pointing at Oscar as if telling him not to interfere.

Of course, this doesn't end up working. O'Brian refuses to tell Olive what she did wrong, and to make matters worse, denies tube access to her completely.

The door hisses open as Olive protests, "What?! But I have to go—"

"Hey! Hi, uh, I like your hair this morning, uh, uh, excuse us—" "But—" "Just a second—" "But Oscar—!" "Come on, Olive!"

The door hisses shut again as Oscar steers Olive back outside the lobby. Angrily she wriggles out from under his grasp. "Oscar, again?!"

But Oscar merely frowns at her in disappointment. Olive feels stung by this, but she's also annoyed that Oscar can't let her do her job, not to mention that he's been spying on her. With another huff, she starts to march off and declares, "I'm talking to Ms. O—"

"No, no-no! You can't!" Oscar stops her yet again. Close to snapping, Olive gives him a this-better-be-good look. "The last agent who tattled on O'Brian was Agent Orbot..."

"But I need to use the tubes!" Olive argues. "Otto is out there all alone!"

"If you want to help Otto," Oscar tells her patiently, "then you gotta figure out what you did to make O'Brian angry."

"But I have no idea what that is!" Olive puts her hands on her hips.

Oscar perks up at this. "I could help you figure it out! I've always wanted to solve a mystery like a real detective, heh!" To prove his point, he whips out a green plaid Sherlock Holmes cap and fixes it neatly on his proud little scientist head, beaming happily.

"Oh, no," Olive groans to herself. He's never going to let up, is he?

Or when Oscar forgot the pattern of the booby traps and got Olive turned into stone.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHH! ! !"

"What happened?!"

"Olive turned to stone!"

"I know!"

"Why did you ask?!"

"Because I'm STILL FREAKING OUT! ! !"

Otto is stricken, his face a mask of horror. Oscar is still trembling, but somehow his brain tells him to Get a GRIP, Oscar! Quickly he grabs Otto by the shoulders and shakes him. "Otto! What's my name?"

Otto looks him in the eye. "Oscar," he manages.

"What's my middle name?"

Confused, a slightly calmer Otto says, "You never told me."

Of course, he thinks. Only Olive and Opal know. "And I never will! The point is, you have to focus!" He points at the statue of Olive. "I can fix Olive back in my lab, but we can't get there unless we STOP THIS ALARM!" Great, now I'm freaking out, Oscar realizes. Looking back at the booby trap, he holds out his hand and changes the subject. "I could use something else to throw..."

Five minutes (and half their uniforms) later, Otto and Oscar discover the pattern to be pink-green-green, pink-green-green. They begin hopping on the safe squares to get to the other side. In front of him, Oscar watches as Otto pauses by Olive's statue and murmurs, "See you soon, partner. I hope..."

As Otto continues on, Oscar also pauses for a brief second by the statue of Olive. It's true that he'll be able to fix her with an Un-statue-inator, although he'd only expected to use that gadget in case headquarters were invaded by Weeping Angels. But Oscar recalls the frustrated look on her face when he admitted that he'd forgotten the pattern, or when Otto's shoe got zapped into stone. And now, thanks to him, the same fate has happened to her… No, stop it, Oscar. It may be your fault, but she's not stuck this way forever. You can fix this. You know you can. Checking to make sure Otto isn't looking, Oscar impulsively leans forward and gives Olive a quick little peck on her stone cheek. "I-I'll be back for you soon, Olive. I promise."

Or when he was convinced that she purposefully endangered an agent-in-training.

"Ori, you really have to stick with us," Otto pants, still sweating from the heat of the volcano room.

Ori points at Olive. "But she said, 'Go in the volcano room'," he states matter-of-factly.

Olive looks flabbergasted. "What?! I did not say that, I—" but with considerable effort she stops herself, chokes back her words, and forces a smile. "Ori, you are...one of a kind."

"You led an agent-in-training into the volcano room?"

For a split second Olive and Otto stare at Oscar, who seemingly popped up out of nowhere. Then Otto quickly begins to explain, "No-no, you don't understand! We turned around for a second—"

"—and he was gone!" Olive chimes in.

Peering at them over the tops of his glasses, Oscar gives them the critical eye. "You expect me to believe that two experienced agents can't keep their eyes on one recru—…where'd he go?"

Simultaneously, both Olive and Otto do a double take. Once again, Ori is gone. Olive glares at Oscar, but all he does is casually say, "Okay. Now I believe you!"

And the chase begins again. But as the trio runs after him, Olive is hurt. Since when does he think I'm a liar? she wonders bitterly.

But in the end, Olive knew that Oscar was only trying to help her solve her problem.

The door to the tube lobby hisses open, and a ragged-looking Ms. O swaggers out, casually dusting off her hands. "There! The laser chicken egg is all taken care of."

Every agent gathered outside the lobby cheers and applauds, most of all Otto (who was too tired from his first laser chicken battle to help her), Olive, and Oscar. With the tube lobby safe for travel—and with O'Brian on forced vacation—the other agents can now disperse and go about their daily work.

As Otto hurries off to go get himself cleaned up, Olive sits down at her desk and begins filing some loose paperwork. She's nearly finished when she comes across a stray photograph at the bottom of the pile. It's the selfie that she and Oscar took on their way to the showers the day they were trapped in the boiler room. Olive chuckles at the state of them in the picture, all soaked in orange juice with sticky and tangled hair. Glancing over at Oscar at work in the lab, she feels a guilty pang as she remembers how she treated him earlier in the morning. It's almost like I went back to before that day, she thinks ruefully with another look at the photo. I better go apologize to him.

Olive slowly gets up and strolls over to the lab. "Hey, Oscar?"

He looks up from the test tube he was examining. "Yeah, what's up?"

"I, uh..." She shuffles her feet guiltily. "I just wanted to apologize for how I treated you today. I was impatient and short with you and I shouldn't have been. And, you really were an amazing detective. I don't think I could've figured it out without your help. Plus," she adds with a grin, "that Sherlock hat looks really good on you."

Oscar returns the grin. "Trust me, I know." They both laugh.

Or that he would turn her back to normal.

"Otto, I've got it!" Oscar's voice yells from down the hallway. A few seconds later he rounds the corner and skids to a halt, Un-statue-inator in hand.

Otto, anxiously waiting beside his stone partner, takes a few steps back. "Please tell me this'll work."

"It will, I promise." Holding up the gadget, Oscar takes aim and fires. Han-Solo-in-carbonite-style, patches of red appear on the statue and begin to spread, melting through the stone as they do. Then with a bright flash, Agent Olive reappears—and crumples to the floor.

Worried, Otto dashes over and kneels at her side, Oscar close at his heels. "Olive?" Otto says, shaking his partner. "Olive, are you alright? C'mon, wake up!"

Olive stirs. Blinking, she rolls over and peers up at Otto. "Agent...Otto? ...Oscar? Mm, what happened…?"

"You got turned to stone, but you're alright now," Oscar tells her. "We disabled the alarm system, so everything's safe."

"Here, we'll tell you all about it on the way back to Ms. O," Otto offers. He and Oscar help Olive to her feet and slowly walk her to the next hallway, where another agent is chipping away at the large ice block encasing their boss. (It isn't until later that anyone thinks to use the Heat-zap-inator.) On the way, and as they sit Olive down in the corner to rest, Otto and Oscar take turns telling Olive the rest of the story. And even though Oscar clearly exaggerates his version of the tale, Olive is still very impressed with both of them. The story told, Otto pulls out two juice boxes and offers them to his friends. Oscar declines the offer, but Olive, who needs her strength back, gladly accepts. With one extra juice box left, Otto gets up to offer it to Ms. O.

As Otto leaves, Oscar turns to Olive. "Hey, um, I-I'm sorry I got you turned into stone today. If only I'd remembered the pattern—"

"Mmph!" Olive holds up her hand to stops him while she finishes slurping the juice. "Don't worry about it, Oscar. We all forget things. Besides, I should've waited to test the pattern longer."

"So...we're good now?"

"Yes, Oscar," Olive laughs. "We're still good."

They sit in silence for a moment before Oscar recalls something from earlier. "Oh, um, Olive? When you were a statue...were you—y-you know—aware of anything? Like, what was going on in your surroundings?"

Olive cocks her head. "No, not really. Why?"

Oscar turns red and looks away. "N-no reason, heh."

Or that he would cover for her when Ms. O grew suspicious.

"Agents…?"

Olive, Otto, and Oscar jump. Quickly they turn away from the dinosaur room door and try to act casual. "Ms. O…?" they chorus.

"Where's Ori?" she demands.

"Uh, bathroom!"

"Lunchroom!"

Awkward silence. Olive and Otto glance at each other. Oops, they both think.

"Um..." Oscar thinks fast. "I-I think what Olive and Otto are trying to say is that he's...eating lunch in the bathroom!"

Ms. O doesn't even so much as bat an eyelid. "Well, I'm glad someone's finally using the bathroom lunch table." She turns back to her agents-in-training. "Let's go!"

The trio waves as Ms. O leads them away on her leash. "Bye! Good luck!" Olive calls after them. But what she's thinking is, Thank you Oscar, for saving our necks!

Oscar ends up saving their necks a second time by volunteering to go in the dinosaur room and nab Ori. Of course, a distraught Olive and Otto watch from the peephole as Oscar accidentally provokes the T-Rex and, several bangs! and booms! later, staggers out of the dinosaur room a filthy and scraggly mess. But after Ori is made a full agent—and tracked down once again so he can receive his badge—Olive is happy to help him clean off his lab coat while he combs his hair. His fast thinking was enough for her to forgive him for doubting her, so much so that she never needed to breathe a word to him about it.

And it was still enough to congratulate him on his dressmaking skills at the Jackies.

Enough to work with him in preparing lunch for the Featherites (especially since Ms. O knew to send Otto out to greet the Featherites so Olive and Oscar could work alone together).

Enough to run and tell him the relieving news after she passed Agent Obfusco's Odd Squad Test.

Enough to be really creeped out when he and Ms. O switched bodies—and equally relieved when they were switched back again.

Enough to thank him for unflattening her from Fladam's attack (though not enough to avoid teasing him about his sentimentally valuable retainer case).

Enough to mention his fearlessness around black holes when telling Otto about Agent Oz—even though the deed had taken place during those four months after Oscar's promotion.

Enough to invite him to share a jar of jelly beans with her and Otto (never mind that none of them got the last one).

Definitely enough to want his help in figuring out Odd Squad's computer system before the New Year's Eve Countdown.

And the list goes on and on…

With the chase scenes done, it was time to start the recruitment advertisements. At the cameraman's call of "ACTION!" Olive zipped up her tie, laced up her shoes, straightened her lapels, and fastened on her badge. Then the camera focused on her face, and she began speaking:

"I joined, because grass shouldn't grow in your shoes."

The camera then panned to Otto, standing back-to-back with her, and he began speaking:

"I joined, because bees should make honey, not tiny napkins."

Right on cue, Oscar popped up in between the two of them, and the camera panned over to him. Olive held her breath. Oscar had joined because he himself had too many oddities to count, and he'd agreed to show off each one in turn for each video they shot, no matter how embarrassing they were. But which one would he do first?

"I joined," Oscar began, "because you shouldn't be able to do this: "

He held up his right hand and snapped. Instantly green lightning bolts shot out of his pointer finger with an electrical humming sound.

Olive gaped at him in admiration. Oscar's related to Nikola Tesla?! Why didn't he tell me this? She smiled. Of course, it all makes sense now. Oscar's got scientist's blood in him. No wonder he had his heart set on the lab.

His stunt done, the camera zoomed back to Olive, and she quickly suppressed her smile. "We are..."

The camera went back to Otto. "We are..."

Then back to Oscar. "We are..."

Finally Ms. O appeared in front of them as the camera zoomed out, and she finished with, "We are Odd Squad."

She, Olive, and Otto all folded their arms to pose, while Oscar gripped the sides of his lab coat and grinned. Just before the cameraman's call of "CUT!" Olive and Oscar stole a glance at each other and smiled. Yes, it was true.

They were Odd Squad.

Odd Squad was them.

And that's how it was going to stay.