Odd Todd typed...

'It was a bright spring day and all the Odd Squad agents were running around their ridiculous little playroom headquarters being confused and stupid, as usual.

Otto, one of the more exceptionally stupid agents, was stuffing doughnuts in his dopey face while gibbering and listening to that stupid band he likes.

"D'oh, I like Soundcheck!" he gibbered. "They let me be in one of their videos even though I can't sing and I dance by bouncing up and down and flapping my arms like a doofus!" He rubbed chocolate frosting in his hair. "DOUGHNUTS!"

His petite and gorgeous partner Olive sighed, fanning herself. "So what?" she pouted, her thin yet succulent lips arching across her perfect teeth...'

Todd stopped. He went back and deleted the previous sentence.

'His partner, Agent Olive, sighed, fanning herself, her shirt dangerously tight against her...'

Todd deleted that sentence too.

'His partner, Agent Olive, fanned herself with a file she was working on. "So what? You're such a boor," she pouted. "Why can't you be a real man like my old partner?"

"D'oh, I dunno!" Otto clapped like a seal and disco-danced, not realizing disco dancing is totally lame.

Just then, that stupid baby who thinks she's in charge appeared at the top of the stairs.

"OWIVE! ODDO! IN MY OFFICE! NOW! NOW! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!" She threw a squeaky toy at them and wet herself again. "I WANNA YOU IN MY OFFICE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!"

They arrived just as Agent Oscar had finished changing her diaper.

"Hey, guys! H'yuk, h'yuk, h'yuk!" Agent Oscar said, crossing and un-crossing his eyes and making goofy faces as was his wont.'

"I'm sensing an underlying hostility here..."

Odd Todd started and looked back to see Mick Chiggen reading over his shoulder.

"Do you MIND?" He covered the screen and glared at Mick until he went away. "Corporate lackey..."

Todd consumed a couple chicken tenders, wiped the grease on his lapels, and continued.

'Smiling insipidly like the idiot he was, Agent Oscar kissed Ms. O's feet, salaamed to her, and placed her in her high chair.

"THEWE YOU TWO AWE! SOMETHING WERY ODD HAS HAPPENED!" The effect of that last sentence was undermined by everyone else mouthing it along with her. "TAKE A WOOK AT THIS!"

She activated that...'

Odd Todd pondered.

"That...'

Odd Todd pondered some more.

'That little television thingie behind her desk...'

"I'll come back and fix it later..."

'An image came up. They all gasped.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! IT'S... IT'S..." There was a dramatic fanfare and a thunderclap. "IT'S ODD TODD!"

"ODD TODD! ODD TODD! ODD TODD!" The sound of a gong reverberated through headquarters. "ODD TODD!"

Odd Squad agents everywhere screamed and fell to their knees, renting their garments in horror. Cats hissed, dogs howled, and birds fled into the safety of the darkening sky.

Otto burst into tears. "I'll NEVER be as cool as him!"

Oscar ran around the office flapping his arms and squawrking until he fell over in a faint.

Olive arched her eyebrows. "Hmmm... 'Bout time, sweetie. How's about another round of passive-aggressive combat?"'

Odd Todd went back and deleted that last line.

'"Yes!" Odd Todd shouted manfully from the screen, striking an incredibly cool villain pose. "It is I once again, your most fearsome enemy, Odd Todd!"

"Not Odd Todd!" wailed Ms. O. "Oh, why did we wet him weave our Squad and begin his campaign of tewwow?"'

"Didn't they fire you?"

Odd Todd stared daggers at Mick Chiggen. "I AM CREATING A MOOD HERE!"

Mick walked away. "No argument there..."

Todd resumed typing.

'Odd Todd smirked at their inevitable panic, his chiseled, handsome face framed by his awesomely awesome hair. He threw back his head and laughed his famous trademark laugh, filling them with soul-shattering terror. "Yes! I have returned to give you another chance to defeat me!"

"Oh, why must he taunt us so?" Oscar wailed.

"And now... Now, I shall reveal my latest fiendish plot. And you will, of course, be utterly helpless to prevent my ultimate victory!"

"Mmmm," Olive salivated. "Let us have it, sweetie..."'

Todd went back and deleted that last line. Then he went back and put it back in. Then he went back and deleted it again.

"My evil plan is..."'

Todd paused. "Come to think of it... What IS my evil plan?"

He munched on his Big Mac. "I'll come up with something. Let's see..." He contemplated. "Yes... Yes..." He nibbled on a fry. "Almost there... Of course! I..."

"TODD!"

The half-chewed remnants of Odd Todd's fry flew out of his mouth. He looked up to see The Noisemaker clattering over, his bells and keyboards and whistles making a deafening racket as he slid into the booth opposite Todd.

"Oh, I am so glad to see you again, Odd Todd! It has been ages!"

Todd rubbed his forehead with one hand. "What is it, Noisemaker?"

Noisemaker added sugar to his cup of coffee. "I have been so busy creating oddness! You would be so proud of me!"

Todd sighed.

"I have almost perfected my recorder of disorder and I will..."

"NOISEMAKER!" Odd Todd snapped. "This really isn't the best place to discuss stuff like this!"

Noisemaker looked around. "Oh... Oh, yah, I see..."

Todd tried to perk up a little. "Look, I'm right in the middle of something here, okay?"

"Oh..." Realizing he wasn't wanted, Noisemaker slid out of the booth. "Okay..."

"Look, I'll see you Thursday at the meeting, okay?"

"Okay..."

Noisemaker slunk away. Sighing, Todd tried to reconnect to his previous thoughts.

"Yes, of course! OF COURSE! I HAVE IT!"

He starting typing again.

"YES! I'M ON FIRE HERE!"

Mick Chiggen wiped spilled coffee off a table. "If only he were..."