"Look," Todd sighed, rubbing his eyes. The OSMU team eyed him suspiciously. "Yes. I admit it. I used to be a villain. Used to be. I'm not anymore."

"And how can we know that for certain?" demanded Orla.

"I don't know!" Todd rubbed his forehead. "Owen. Ask Owen. He can tell you there's nothing odd going on around here. He's had the place under surveillance ever since I opened."

Opal gasped. "How did you know Odd Squad has been watching you?"

"I let them use my bathroom," Todd shrugged. "Besides, it's hard not to notice an ice cream truck driven by a baby passing by every twenty minutes."

Omar nudged Oswald. "Waitasec. This guy used to be a villain?"

"Odd Todd," Oswald stage-whispered. "One of the most dangerous villains Odd Squad ever faced. Former agent gone rogue, he caused all kinds of trouble until he..." He realized Todd was glaring at him and giggled nervously.

"Wait..." Omar looked more closely at Todd. "You're the guy with that crazy laugh, right? C'mon, do the laugh!"

"I'm not doing the laugh..."

"Ah c'mon! Do the laugh!"

"I don't want to do the laugh. I'm trying to get away from..."

"C'mon, please?" Omar turned to the others. "Y'gotta hear this guy's villain laugh, it's SO creepy..."

"It's just the way I laugh, okay?" Todd swallowed hard and collected himself. "And it's Todd now. Not Agent Todd, not Odd Todd, not Gardener Todd, not even Caretaker Todd. Just Todd." He sighed. "I'm learning not to let labels define me."

"So..." Opal paced with exaggerated casualness. "You run a 'Home For Villains,' is that right?"

"Absolutely!" Todd shifted into advertising mode. "Todd's Home For Villains is a place where bad guys can learn to be just regular guys. We offer rehabilitation therapy, counseling services, vocational training, choreographed dance numbers..."

"You do villain counselling?" Oswald looked around the office. "So, are you a psychiatrist or a psychologist?"

Orla scowled. "What is the difference?"

"A psychiatrist is also a medical doctor. They can prescribe medication, for one thing..."

"I'm... a therapist..." Todd shuffled his papers uncomfortably.

"But you're not a psychiatrist?"

"Um... No."

"Or a psychologist?"

"Well, I don't have a degree, if that's what you mean..."

"But you're a therapist."

"My diploma's right there in the wall." He pointed with a pencil.

Omar leaned close to the diploma,and squinted at the tiny print. "Uh, this is a license to repair cars. And it's only good in the state of Iowa."

Todd shifted nervously. "Well, y'know, the spirit is there... Doctor Phil isn't a real doctor either, y'know..."

Oswald glanced behind him. "Did I just hear screaming?"

Todd coughed. "Okay, we're trying to phase out the electro-shock treatments..."

Omar nodded. "Is that how your hair got like that?"

"Like what?"

Long pause.

"No really, like what?"

Oswald giggled nervously. "I think we're getting a little off-track here..."

Opal jumped in. "Have you noticed anything odd with your villain clients recently?"

Todd shrugged. "Of course. They're odd villains. That's what they do."

"We mean especially odd. Out of the ordinary for them."

Todd puzzled. "What exactly are you getting at?"

Orla stepped in. "We have heard rumors someone is organizing all of the villains into a super-group!"

Todd blinked. "You mean like ABBA?"

"No, no," Opal shook her head. "Someone is creating a villain network!"

"Oh. You mean like Fox News."

"No! I mean..." Opal took a deep breath. "Have you heard of a villain called The Shadow?"

Todd thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No good. There's already a pulp era hero with that name. They'd run into all kinds of trouble if they tried to copyright it. Now if they called themselves Shadow Steve or something..."

"No, we mean..." Oswald paused, looking at Todd. "How do you know about copyright law?"

"I've practiced a bit of law," Todd answered.

"Oh yeah," Opal nodded. "I think I saw that episode..."

"Never mind that," Oswald leaned on Todd's desk, his eyes narrowing. "And what about... THE CAKES?"

Orla nodded. "Yes. What of these cakes?"

Omar was confused again. "What cakes?"

Opal thought. "I think I read something about that..."

Oswald continued. "When nobody was looking, Odd Todd stole forty cakes."

Orla gasped. "That's as many as four tens!"

Oswald nodded. "And that's terrible."

Todd sighed. "That was a long time ago. I've made full restitution." He dug through a desk drawer for a few seconds. "Look, here's the receipt from the bakery."

Oswald studied the receipt and handed it back to him. "It checks out. Sorry, man."

Todd shrugged. "It happens."

Omar was still staring at him suspiciously. "Why'd you steal forty cakes?"

Opal responded. "Because it was ODD, no doubt!"

"Yeah," Todd sighed. "Look, I saw the meme and thought I'd emulate one of my role models at the time. Besides, there were a lot of birthdays coming up..." He coughed, embarrassed. "But I'm not odd anymore. I'm a changed man." He leaned back and looked down. "Isn't that right, Gerald?"

OSMU exchanged glances and tried to look under Todd's desk.

"Um, who are you talking to?"

"My shoe," Todd blinked. "Who else? His name's Gerald. He's much more of a calming influence for me than Stephen..."

Opal swallowed. "Ooooooookay..." Following her lead, the agents started backing out of the room, wearing fixed smiles. "I... think we've bothered you enough for one day..."

"Yeah..." Oswald added. "If we think of any more questions, we'll let you know!"

"Uh-huh," Omar nodded vigorously. "And if we think of any questions for your shoe, we'll let you know..."

Orla was still puzzled. "But why does he talk to..."

Oswald, Omar, and Opal hustled her through the door.

"Good luck with the clinic!"

"Thanks!" Todd waved. "I hope you stop this 'Shadow' person!"

Orla was still staring at him as they hurried out. "Didn't he say he talks to his..."

"Bye!" They rushed out of the clinic outside to the van.

In his office, Todd shuffled through the papers on his desk. "Nice kids. I wonder which of them is the wacky scientist..."