When we last left off, roughly three months ago, the agents had decided on a plan for how to get one of the items required of them to return to their time, a baseball trophy. The plan is simple: Oona and Olympia will play baseball on Charlie Brown's team, in an effort to legitimately win it. However, if the game is going poorly and it looks like they can't win legitimately, Otis and Oscar will sneak off and steal the trophy. But hey, baseball takes time. So, in order to give them time before the big game, here's three brief little gags.
"Every year it's the same," Charlie Brown muttered to himself, as he walked around, "I'm just walking around, minding my business, when all of a sudden… Oh, good grief." He looked over, and saw Lucy, holding a football, with Oscar, Oona, Olympia, and Otis all sitting and waiting in front of her.
"Alright Charlie Brown, I'll hold the football, and you'll come running up and kick it." said Lucy.
"Oh, come on, not this again," said Charlie Brown, "I'll come running up, you'll pull it away, and I'll fall flat on my back, looking like an idiot."
"Oh please, Charlie Brown," said Lucy, "Do you really think me so low as to do that here? There's all these new people, and they've been waiting to see you kick a football. Come on, you don't want to disappoint them, do you?"
"Alright," said Charlie Brown, "I'll do it." As he walked away to get ready, all the Odd Squad agents cheered him on. "She wouldn't embarrass me in front of all these new people," Charlie Brown says to reassure himself, "This is great! I'm gonna kick that football straight to the moon."
And so, he ran. He ran incredibly fast. And then…
Lucy pulled the football away.
"AAUGH!" He cried out.
"You know Charlie Brown," said Lucy, "Whenever people are visiting, one should make sure to act around them just as they would otherwise."
Meanwhile, in the desert…
Spike was just sitting around, on his rock. As you do. "You know," he thought to the cactus, "Nothing ever happens around here. I mean, I enjoy living in the desert, but it can be a little boring at times." And at just that moment Obfusco came riding through. "Obfusco! Obfusco! This is Obfusco's song, Oh!" Sang the voices which always accompany Obfusco. "Huh." thought Spike, "That was odd."
"It was a dark and stormy night." Thus began the world-famous author, who had just started upon a brand new story. "Could I see that?" asked Olympia. He graciously took it out of the typewriter, and handed it to her. "This is great! Can I keep it?" She asked, looking it over. He agreed. As she walked away, he thought to himself, "Ah, my adoring public."