No guards?

That's weird.

I don't like this.

It's too easy.

That's because it's a trap.

[all] Ms. O?

Todd knows you're coming.

He's waiting inside with his guards.

So you came here to help us?

We can't defeat Todd and his guards with just the five of us.

That's why I also brought them.

♪ [Oprah] They believe in Odd Squad and want to set things right.

♪ Whoa.

You kept your old suit!

Couldn't bring myself to throw it away.

Ha, I knew the real Ms. O was still in there somewhere!

We can use your skills to help us get past Odd Todd's guards.

[Olympia] Two guards.

Not a problem.

Mr. Fredrickson?

Once I let him out, there's no going back.

Do it.

I'm Slappy the Sun, and I'll always be with you!

♪ Slappy and the kid guards, la la la!

♪ ♪ Slappy and the-- Hey, where are you going?

We're friends!

[Ms. O] Let's go.

[sighs] It's another pattern lock.

I got this.

Somebody juice me.

[slurps] So it goes five, four, three, then it repeats: five, four, three.

Then it just goes five, four.

So the next number will be... Three!

[All] Yes!

There's another kid guard.

He's got glasses like me.

I don't know why I'm mentioning that.

Mr. Fonts?

Send in the flying books.

Do you prefer fiction or nonfiction?

I usually prefer fiction 'cause it's usually more exciting, but a true story well told does pack an extra punch!

[growls] I'll do a mix of genres?

[whistles] ♪ ♪ What else we got?

Blobs.

Did you say "blobs" or "Bobs"?

Blobs.

Wait.

Do we have Bobs?

[Both] No.

Uh, my mailman is named Bob.

But there's only one of him.

He-- He might know other Bobs - like, if they're in some kind of a Sunday-night Bob club or-- or something.

But I don't know his phone number.

I-- I mean, I could get it the next time he delivers mail.

Let's just go with the blobs.

♪ ♪