Todd had finished all his food. The wrappers were scattered about his table until Mick Chiggen quietly started gathering them up and transporting them over to the nearest trash bin. Todd didn't notice. He was intently focused on his tablet, typing madly and bouncing up and down in his chair.

"YES! YES! THIS IS SO GENIUS!"

'The remaining Odd Squad agents huddled in the remnants of their headquarters, whimpering. Odd Todd's dragon army glided on their enormous, batlike wings over the smoldering city, belching fire in all directions.

"This is all our fault!" Agent Oren sobbed. "Oh, how could we have been so foolish as to think we could ever match wits with HIM?"

Potato!" Olaf said, just to get it over with.

Todd's Mutant Gorilla Storm Trooper soldiers led Mayor Macklemore away in chains.

"Oh, Odd Squad!" The Mayor lamented. "Why, why didn't you just recognize Odd Todd's brilliance when you had the chance! Now it's too late! Too late for us... And for the world!"'

"That's quite a clever turn of phrase..." Todd smirked, eyes gleaming. "Too late for us, and for the world." He mused, repeating the words silently a couple times, savoring the taste of them. "I sense another Pulitzer..."

"I dunno... I kinda liked that BATMAN thing better..."

Odd Todd's head snapped around to glare at the little Odd Squad agent peering over his shoulder. After a moment or so, he managed to sputter, "Wha... What... Who?"

"Name's Ohlm," Ohlm grabbed Todd's hand and shook it. "Big fan of your work." Todd continued to glare at Ohlm. "C'n you show me how you do that 'evil laugh' thing? Mine always sounds so forced..."

He demonstrated.

Todd mulled. "Shows promise. You need to work the hands more and... Wait, what are you even doing here? Aren't you an Odd Squad agent?"

Ohlm smirked. "For now..." He slunk backwards towards the door, doing finger-pistols at Odd Todd. "For now..." He waggled his eyebrows, then bumped into a partition. He looked around, realized what had happened, sidestepped it, and resumed slinking backward. "For... now..." He bumped into the door, twirled around, pulled it open, and ducked through, his disappearing act dimmed somewhat by the fact it was a glass door and everyone could see him trying to sneak inconspicuously away.

Todd shook his head, then resumed his story.

'Odd Todd soared through the skies on his hover-platform, oddness erupting on the streets below him. The handful of remaining Odd Squad agents fell to their knees and bowed to him, weeping as he passed overhead.'

"Yes..." Todd giggled maniacally. "Yes..."

Mick Chiggen nudged him. "Y'want a Snickers bar?"

"Do I... What?" Todd blinked, jolted out of his reverie. "No, I don't want a Snickers bar!" He slurped from the drink sitting next to him. "I'm busy here! Leave me alone."

Mick shrugged. "So much for that meme..."

Todd resumed writing.

'Beside him stood the former Agent Olive, now attired in a stunning crazy-quilt patterned gown that set off her sparkling, dark eyes and silken raven-colored hair and accented her lovely pale skin...'

Todd stopped, deleted that last sentence, and tried again.

'Beside him stood the former Agent Olive, now attired in a stunning crazy-quilt patterned gown accentuated with long black evening gloves and a small silver necklace which glistened against...'

Stop. Delete. Put period immediately after the word 'necklace.'

'"There!" She kicked her crumpled Odd Squad uniform off the platform, tossing her badge after it. "It's such a relief to shed my phony good-girl persona and emerge as the TRUE person I've ALWAYS been inside: TOLIVE!" She laughed like Todd.

"Not bad," Todd purred. Tolive smiled. "You could use the hands more, but..."

She shook out her hair, letting the white streak that had grown down the middle emerge. Reaching behind her back, she produced a small white patch and stuck it on her eyebrow.

"And now I can stop pretending to like that idiot Otto and that ridiculous Oscar!" She approached Todd, toying with his tie. "Now I can embrace my true inner oddness... And my one true love..."'

Todd took another swig from the drink, too preoccupied with his story to remember he'd finished his Sprite earlier.

"I bet this will get more hits than my GAMES OF THRONES fanfics!" Todd grimaced. "Poor Joffrey. He doesn't get enough love..."

As he started typing again, Todd felt a weird rumbling in his stomach.

"Uh-oh..." He swallowed hard and gripped his midsection. "UH-OH..."

Sliding quickly out of his seat, Todd ran to the McDonalds bathroom, shedding his coat as he hurried.

Todd's computer sat, still open, on the table where he left it. After a few moments, the connection timed out and the screen went blank, erasing his story.

Mick Chiggen quietly removed the cup of orange juice he'd slipped next to Todd when he'd cleaned up the wrappers.

"That all right, guys?"

Otto gave him a thumbs up. Olive smiled wanly.

"We really appreciate it. Look, we usually don't pay that much attention to fanfiction."

"Yeah," Otto interrupted. "You wouldn't believe some of the weird stuff we'd let go..."

"But that..." Olive shuddered. "That was a little too much..."

"I understand," Mick nodded. "Trust me. So, you guys want to get lunch or...?"

"Um, no!" Olive said way too fast. "I mean, I, um..."

Otto butted in. "Hey, I do!" He looked over at his partner, who nodded her permission. "I'd like a quarter pounder with cheese, another quarter pounder without cheese, another quarter pounder with the cheese from the last quarter pounder, a large fries..."

Olive sighed. "We're gonna be here awhile..."

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