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"Guys, we have a bit of a crisis here!" Olympia whispered urgently.

Otis put a hand to his ear. "What is it?"

"I sink zey're onto us!" Noisemaker hissed into Olympia's mic as he watched the couple's growing tension.

She gave him a sidelong look. "Noisemaker, you do realize you have your own mic?"

"Oh. Right."

"Anyways, they're not exactly getting back together. Any ideas?"

Suddenly all of the earpieces crackled to life.

"Noisemaker, go to the DJ booth. Ask him to play something romantic. Set the mood," Oona's voice commanded.

Noisemaker jingled off across the dance floor.

Otis let out a breath. "Hah, she got the audio working," he muttered to himself.

"Olympia, keep an eye on Olive and Oscar and keep me posted."

"Aye aye, Captain!" Olympia replied.

"Otis, ummmmm...continue not letting me get electrocuted."

"I'll certainly try."

Finally, Noisemaker reached the booth and tapped on the DJ's shoulder.

"Uhm, excuse me, meester DJ?"

The bespectacled rockabilly did a double-take at the sight of the villain and gasped.

"ODD SQUA—"

"Nonono, shh, shh! I am not here to cause oddness! I am here on Odd Squad's behalf!" Noisemaker stage-whispered and held up his left hand with a jingling noise. "Villain's honor."

The DJ relaxed. "Oh, well why didn't you just say so? What can I do for you?"

"Could you please play 'All I Have to Do Ees Dream?'"

"No problem, sir!" he replied, adding the song next in the queue. "Anything else?"

"Vould you be able to dim ze lights vhen ze song starts?"

"Absolutely."

"Oh, sank you very much!"

"If I can do anything else for Odd Squad, let me know! Enjoy your evening, sir!"

Noisemaker tipped his hat and ducked onto the crowded dance floor. "Meession accomplished!"

"Great work, Noisemaker," Otis's voice crackled through his earpiece.

"No probl—augh!" A clattering noise sounded through the earpieces.

"Noisemaker! Noisemaker, is that you?" called a familiar sing-song voice.

"Oh, uh, heeey Tiny Dancer! Vhat brings you here?"

"I'm just here for the party," the villainess smiled. She held out her hand as the lights dimmed. "Care to dance?"

He glanced from her hand to her face and back again. "Uhm, sure, just uh, one moment!" In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the crowd and reappeared beside Olympia. "I am so sorry, I have to go or else zee villains vill find out zat I vas helping Odd Squad again. Here."

Before she could respond, Noisemaker deposited his electronics in her hand and clattered off.

Olympia looked from her hands to Olive and Oscar, her lower lip trembling. "Hey, Oona?"

"Yup?"

"Um, do you have that personal-soundproof-room-inator done yet?"

"No, why?"

"BECAUSE I COULD REALLY USE IT RIGHT NOW!"

"Why, what's—?"

"Oh, oh that's just perfect, now Olive is leaving."

"That does it," Oona said, cracking her knuckles. "It's time to bring out the heavy ammunition."

Otis watched her burst like a vintage-clad bullet through the truck's door and mumbled an exasperated "Oh no" to himself. As she bolted for the club's door, he glanced at the still-dark monitors inside the truck. "Oona, wait! What about the video feeds?"

Oona turned around and jogged backwards a few steps. "Olive and Oscar are already in the same area, we don't need them. Go meet Olympia inside, I'll be at the DJ booth."

The dance floor was even more crowded than it had been when she left, full of couples swaying to the last few lines of "All I Have to Do Is Dream." Oona scanned the crowd.

"Olympia, how much time before the song is over?"

"About...thirty seconds."

"Crumpets, with this crowd there's no way I can get there in time unless—jackpot!" At that moment, a gap too small for an adult but just large enough for her opened up. The scientist darted halfway to the booth and elbowed the rest​ of the distance. After a moment of fumbling, she pulled her badge from her dress pocket. "Agent Oona, official Odd Squad business," she panted. "I'm going to need your auxiliary cord."

Olympia chewed her lip. "Ten seconds, Oona."

Otis appeared behind her. "Olympia, look."

His partner looked up to see Olive, stopped in her tracks.

"What's Oscar saying?"

Otis pursed his lips and shook his head. "I can't tell. Looks like whatever he's saying, he could use some help."

And at that moment, help came in the form of a song.

Olympia chuckled. "Heavy ammunition?"

Oona's voice crackled over the team's earpieces. "Marty McFly's parents couldn't resist the power of 'Earth Angel' and hopefully neither can they."

"Let's hope so," Otis mumbled.

Suddenly Oona popped up uncomfortably close to his ear. "Just watch."

"Augh! How do you DO that?" Otis turned to Olympia and jabbed his thumb over his shoulder. "How does she do that? It doesn't make sense! Is there some kind of teleportation device I didn't ge—"

"Shh! Watch!"

He did as he was told.

After a long silence among the trio, Olympia crossed her arms. "You know, they might not get back together."

"Oh, come on, be optimistic," Oona whispered back.

"I'm just being realisti—"

"Look, neck scratch!"

Olympia peered at her, eyes narrowed. "That could mean anything, Oona."

Oona turned towards Olympia. "No way, did you see how excited they were?"

Otis leaned forward. "Guys?"

"That could mean anything, too!"

"Hey, guys?"

"What else could it possibly mean?"

"Oly—" Otis attempted.

"Well, maybe Oscar has an​ experiment that worked. Or maybe he won a year's supply​ of pickles."

Oona looked down. "He does love pickles. But no, pickles wouldn't make Olive that excited too. They're definitely—"

"OLYMPIA, OONA!" Oscar yelled. "I think you'll want to see this."

Finally, the girls looked back at the couple.

And promptly fainted.