"Thank you for flying Ace Airlines. Please return your tray tables to the upright position. The inflight movie has been Citizen Kane, we are now landing in Needles. We apologize for any difficulties you may have faced over the course of this plane ride. All 12 of them."
"Well, that flight was certainly… something," said Oscar.
"Eh, not the worst I've had," said Otis.
"Alright, we need to focus," said Olympia.
"What are we here for again?" asked Oona, breaking the "said" chain.
"The 'Tumbley Weed' [sic, remember?" said Olympia, "You wrote the list, remember."
"So I did," said Oona, "so I did. That is indeed an action which I have committed while we were on this wonderful journey. As such, I definitely remember all the items on the list, and need no reminder of them."
"Well," interjected Oscar, "we're only here for the 'Tumbley Weed' [sic, so the other items are currently irrelevant."
"Hey, did anyone else notice the doghouse has left?" asked Otis.
"Aw man, how're we supposed to get back now?" asked Oona.
"ODD SQUAD!" a voice yelled.
"Well, let's not worry about that," said Otis, "We've got someone to help."
"Wait!" said Oscar.
"But why?" asked Olympia, "Someone's in trouble. That means we help them, yes?"
"While that is true, being the Odd Squad epigram, word for word," said Oscar, "What about the temporal results?"
"Didn't you say 'Time Okapis; don't worry about it!', or something along those long?" asked Oona.
"And that- that was true when I said it," said Oscar, "But you see, the laws of time are more in flux than Otto's stomach after that one bean burrito." He shuddered "And so, at the moment, it's the Time Pangolins."
"Time Penguins?" interposed Olympia, joyfully; "I love penguins!"
"Pangolins, not penguins," replied Oscar, paraphrasing a decently popular Sound Check song, "Look, the important thing is that, for twelve seconds, we can't help people."
"And when did these twelve seconds start?" asked Oona.
"13 seconds ago," said Oscar, "It's back to the Time Okapis."
"Oscar!" sighed everyone else, unsure of what that added. Hey, when it takes months between chapters, there'll be some handover in who rules time. It's unadvoidable.
"Odd Squad, what seems to be the problem, miss?" said Otis, after they ran up to the lady who shouted earlier, who seemed to be in some kind of imbroglio, a word for trouble.
"Oh, you guys aren't the normal Needles Odd Squad agents," said the woman, who I shall now inform you is named Jenny, just for simplicity.
"We're just visiting, dropped by for some supplies," said Olympia, "Routine Odd Squad stuff, nothing to it. So, what's the problem you're having?"
"Aw yes, that. Well you see, the problem's with my truck," said Jenny.
"What's the problem with your truck?" asked Otis.
"Well you see… It's… it's easier if I just show you," said Jenny, not realizing that it is in fact not easier for me, but whatever. So, she showed them. "This is a picture of my truck originally…" she said, holding up a picture of a red truck… "and a day ago…" green truck this time, "And, well, you can see it now." (It's blue right now.)
"So, you're painting your truck," said Olympia, "That's neat, but I don't see how it's odd per say…"
"I have not been painting my truck, it's just like this!" said Jenny, "Please, can you fix it?"
"Oscar, Oona, do either of you have a gadget for this?" asked Otis.
"I mean, I thought you guys would handle this, but sure, here you go," said Oscar, handing them gadget #10. You may think #10 is the hole-in-one-inator, or the hat-inator, or something like that. Not this week. It's the red-inator right now. Also, the gadget is predominantly blue at the moment. Fighting odd is a chaotic and strange business. Things do not stay the same. See the governance of time.
And so, Olympia zapped it. "Happy to help," she said.
"Thank you Odd Squad," said Jenny, glad her truck is back to red.
"So, anyways, we're looking for a 'tumbley weed' [sic," said Oona, "Do you know where we could find one?"
"You could try out there, in the desert," said Jenny.
"Thanks, miss…" said Otis.
"Well, nice to meet you guys," said Jenny. Having solved the oddness, they all walked away. And then, spontaneously, some other Odd Squad agents tubed in.
"Odd Squad, what seems to be the problem, miss?" asked one of the agents. As is common in Odd Squad, it was a boy-girl pair. The girl is the one who asked the question.
"Oh, some other Odd Squad agents just helped," said Jenny.
"Really?" asked the boy, "we were the first ones dispatched."
"Yeah, they said they were from out of town," said Jenny, "They were looking for supplies."
"Really?" asked the girl; "We haven't heard anything about visitors."
"Did you happen to catch where they were from?" asked the boy.
"Actually, I did not," replied Jenny.
"Well, that sure makes our job harder," said the girl.
"You've got that right." said the boy, before turning back to Jenny; "Did you get any potentially useful information?"
"Well, they said they were looking for a '"tumbley weed" [sic]' [sic," said Jenny, "If that's any help."
"Did you get their names?" asked the girl.
"Nope," said Jenny, "Sorry about that."
"Ah well, we'll just report back to HQ about this," said the boy. The Odd Squad agents then mimicked the Odd Squad agents we've been following.
"What could they possibly want a tumbley weed for?" asked the girl, as they walked away.
"I know," said the boy, "And, if they really are Odd Squad agents, why didn't they just use the tubes?"
And with that, these agents did what the agents we've been following had not thought to do, and took the tubes away. And, in doing so, putting an end to this chapter of this story.