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To say Ms O was mad would be to call the ocean a puddle. She is currently sitting in her chair in her office, vibrating with pure, unfiltered, RAGE. The armrests have been crushed into nothing. If someone who wasn’t her were here, they’d probably say something along the lines of
“Oh, it’s not that bad! Sure, the Big O has put your town’s Squad in charge of cleaning up the Odd Squad headquarters the next town over after it got flooded with balls, but it could be worse!”
To which she would either chokehold or force overtime to whoever said that.
Octavia runs into her office, seemingly very out of breath. She either doesn’t noticeMs O’s current state, or has bigger problems.
“Ms..! O..! Something..! Odd..! has..! happened..!” She wheezes.
Ms O growls.
“WHAT IS IT?!”.
Octavia winces at her yelling. “Uh… Half of the agents have turned into puppies?”.
Ms O stands up and crosses her arms. “WELL WHY ARE YOU BOTHERING ME ABOUT IT?”.
“Well, you see, we already have everyone else on board to round everyone up, because the villain that turned them into puppies says everyone needs to be in the same room to be turned back. Unfortunately, rounding up puppies is a lot harder than we thought it’d be, so we were hoping that you could help.”. There’s a pause. “Also, you do, kinda, have to be involved, you’re the director.”. Octavia winces back again, worried about Ms O's temper flaring again.
“Ugh, fine, I’m coming.” Ms O grumbles.
The second they step out of her office, it becomes very apparent how much trouble puppies can cause. Oscar is crying while trying to piece together a gadget that’s fallen and broken, Orchid’s wrestling with a puppy that inexplicitly has Agent Oren’s haircut and glasses while shouting “DOWN SHERMAN! DOWN!”.
“Let’s get to work.” Ms O snarls, cracking her knuckles.
She runs down the stairs and grabs a puppy by the scruff. It yips in a manner that Ms O can't help but find very adorable, but she must gallantly resist her desire to pet it. She glances at it and realizes this one must be Otto, because it has his exact haircut. Agent Ori comes running with an open dog crate, which Ms O tosses the puppy she's holding into.
She runs in the direction of another puppy, this one boredom looking around. She snatches it up and carries it under one arm while dashing after another one. She scoops up one, and then another.
“Agents! Don't think being incredibly adorable puppies means you don't have to listen to me! Now stop acting afool!”.
An hour later, all the former agents-now-dogs have been organized in the same room, and Oscar is rebuilding the gadget that'll turn them back. Ms O sighs and leans against a wall. After this kerfuffle is over, she'll have to get a handle of the ball flooding situation, and the revolutionary methods recently discovered to salvage ball flooded headquarters are still positively torturous.
She glances at the glass walled puppy filled room.
Five minutes later, Oscar trudges to the room, and sees Ms O in a massive puddle of nothing but snoozing puppies.
She looks up at him.
“what!?” She whisper shouts.
Oscar purses his lips. He was going to tell her that he would be a little longer with the un-puppy-inator, but Ms O's probably not in the mood to be disturbed right now.
When he backs away slowly, Ms O collapses her head back into the puppy pile. For once, the world is right.