Finally! Chapter 3 is here!
I'd just like to say I was in a rut with this story and I am currently working on two stories at once, but I hope this is the start of more frequent writing!
I would also like to give a huge thanks to Lilac-Kat! She has been a great help to me as I tried to flesh this story out and get new ideas. Without her, I have no idea where this story would be.
Chapter 3
The first case they had to get on was getting uniforms that would fit teenagers, and since Odd Squad only had kid sizes, they went to the one person who could help them.
"Hey, Oona!" Olympia said with her signature smile as she bounded up to the front desk of the lab, "How's it going?"
Oona gave her a look. "Going?" she asked, "With all this craziness with Dementia, no one seems have the need for gadgets anymore, and gadgets are my JOB!" Oona leaned across the desk, closer and closer to Olympia's face. "I live for gadgets. What's going to happen to me if no one needs gadgets anymore!" she said crazily. But then, it suddenly melted away and she smiled as she pulled back. "But other than that, things are going great. How about you?"
Olympia just stood there for a second, still a little shocked at Oona's tirade. "Uh-good?" she replied slowly.
Otis just shook his head, Well, Oona hasn't changed… he thought. "Oona, we need your help with something."
"Is it a gadget?" Oona asked excitedly.
"Uh, no. We need to know if you can make us uniforms." He told her.
Oona raised an eyebrow, "Why?"
Otis rolled his eyes as Olympia jumped in. "Well, we went to the uniform room, but they were all in kid sizes…"
"But, we are kids." Oona argued.
"But you changed me into a teenager." Olympia motioned to herself, kind of confused that Oona did not remember that.
"Oh!" Oona said in realization. "But that doesn't explain Otis."
Otis was now getting fed up with Oona's… Oonaness…
"He's been gone for 5 years…" Olympia explained slowly.
"Really?" Oona asked, like this was brand new information to her.
"Yes. Now can you make us uniforms or not?" Otis said, his impatience's seeping into his voice.
"Of course!" Oona said happily, "You'll just have to give me a few minutes."
Olympia smiled. "Thanks, Oona!" but then a question came to her mind. "Do all of the scientist now how to sew?"
Oona shrugged, "I'm not sure, but I do!"
"Come on, Olympia. Let's start looking over the files." Otis said as Oona started looking for her sewing supplies.
As Olympia took a seat at her desk, Otis realized that she was the only one at their… her and his, old desks.
"Olympia, did you ever get another partner?" He asked.
Olympia shrugged. "I did." Otis didn't really know why, but he could feel something inside of him well up when she said that, but it dissipated when she continued. "But, it didn't really work out."
Otis pulled up a seat and sat down next to his old partner. "What happened?"
"Not much, we just realized we didn't work well together." Olympia said as she reached for a stack of folders.
Then, Otis realized something, "These desks are a lot smaller than I remember them."
Olympia looked down, "Oh, yeah." She laughed. "Guess that happens when you grow up."
Otis just shook it off. "So, what clues do we have so far?"
"Well, all we really have is the locations Dementia threatened," Olympia said as she gave Otis a stack of folders. "The mayor's office and the park."
"And all of the world." Otis said under his breath.
"And they don't really have anything in common." Olympia finished.
"Well, let's think-" Otis stated, before…
"Howdy do, guys." Oona said happily. "I've got your uniforms all done."
"Already?" Otis asked in confusion.
"Yeah! I actually can get things done really fast when I'm not thinking about gadgets." Oona said.
"Great!" Olympia said with a smile. "Well, not great about the whole gadgets thing, but great that you got the uniforms done so fast!"
Otis just rolled his eyes as his former partner took the suits from Oona and waved goodbye to her. "Can we just focus on looking for clues, Olympia?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that, Otis."
But she Olympia went to sit down, Ms. O popped up. "Olympia, something very odd has happened."
Olympia jumped in surprise but quickly pulled herself together. "What seems to be the problem, Ms. O."
"Mr. Lightning is currently at the Shmumbercade using his lightning powers to bring video game characters to life." Ms. O told her.
"Why would he do that?"
"I don't know, that why I'm sending you to the arcade to find out."
"But, Ms. O, shouldn't I stay here with Otis and help him?" Olympia tried.
"Otis will be fine. Besides, just because we're facing a super villain, doesn't mean we don't have other villains to stop." Ms. O said.
Olympia nodded. "I guess you're right. I'm on it Ms. O."
"I'm coming with you." Otis said as he clumsily stood from his tiny desk chair.
"What?" Olympia asked.
"Otis, you need to focus on the Dementia problem." Ms. O told him.
"I'd rather be with Olympia. I at least know I can trust her." Otis said before heading off to toward the tube lobby.
Ms. O sighed and Olympia put a hand on her shoulder. "Sorry, Ms. O." she said before going after her partner.
Ms. O was about to head back to her office when Olympia came back to her desk and picked up a pile.
"I forgot the suits."