The year? 2015. The current year. An underground hideaway. In this hideaway are not ponies, no, but rather humans, all humans. Okay, mostly humans. There are some dinosaurs roaming about, maybe some Centigurps, but...that's besides the point.
We focus on two agents. One is a 12-year-old girl, with a beautiful medium-length brown ponytail flowing behind her, hair looking like it had been done by a professional hairstylist. She is wearing a professional business suit, tie included of course (because ties are most certainly not just restricted to boys and men), a badge clipped on the left front of it. For footwear, she dons a pair of red Converse shoes, no evidence that they had been tied. More like slip-ons.
The other agent? A boy, 10 years old by the looks of it. His height a bit taller than hers, he too dons a suit, also with a badge on the front left. Like the girl, he wears a pair of shoes--red Converses. His hair is short, and it too looked like it was done by a professional hairstylist.
The setting in the hideaway? A desk, just a plain, simple office desk, with a cup containing scissors and pencils, a huge desktop computer compared to that of a Mac. A filing cabinet, colored with different shades of yellow, sits next to the desk. Agents and scientists pass by, their chatter filling the air with noise that new agents get used to in time (and especially their lingo, but more on that later).
In the small office chair is the boy, his feet propped up on the desk, reading some sort of a pop magazine. His ears picked up the sound of an automatic door, whooshing open and closed, amidst all the conversations being held around him.
"Olive, where have you been? You were gone for almost an hour!" He didn't make eye contact with her, obviously absorbed by the content of the magazine.
The girl, named Olivia (though everyone called her Olive for short), was unfazed by his tone, which sounded surprised but also with a hint of curiosity. She simply responded, "I've been out on a case. Someone cloned themselves--again." On the last word she rolled her eyes, for too many cloning cases had popped up recently and she was sick and tired of it.
The boy looked up from his magazine and finally met her gaze. "Well, I just realized-"
"Can it, Otto. You and I both know that we haven't had a case together today like is the custom with Odd Squad. Don't say it. If you do, Ms. O will give us one." She gave a "you do it and we're both screwed" look directed towards Otto.
"What? That's ridiculous. You can't possibly expect me to believe that."
"Try it." And with that, she instantly dared him to summon Ms. O.
Otto's voice sounded like he was in disbelief and faking it as he said, "Hey, Olive, isn't it kinda weird we haven't had a case yet today? One that requires us to work together?"
And with that, a girl appeared right out of the blue. She wore a suit, but not like Olive and Otto's. No, this girl had a shirt underneath her suit, a pretty purple one. Of course, she had a badge on that was similar to the two agents', clipped on the front left. She wore a necklace consisting of a chain hooking two rows of beads: the top row had 5 dark purple beads, and the bottom row had 7 light purple beads. So you could likely tell that she favored purple over all other colors. Standing between the two agents, she shouted, "You two! In my office! NOW!" then took off for a flight of stairs that supposedly led to her office.
"I told you so." Olive, of course, had won this dare, and was pretty proud about it.
"Shut up and stop gloating." Otto rolled his eyes. He got up, set his magazine down on the desk and followed her and Ms. O.
Upstairs, the girl who had called Olive and Otto up was now speaking to them. Another boy was in the room, about the same height as Otto, wearing a white button-down shirt and black suspenders underneath his white lab coat, which was also equipped with a badge. He had a small green bowtie on as well. In his hands was a small gadget which looked like a water gun in resemblance.
"Oscar, tell 'em." The girl used a strong, commanding voice.
"Oh, uh, sure, Ms. O." Fumbling with the gadget for a bit, he managed to get a firm grip on it and continued, "In my hands I have my new invention. Behold...the Pony-nator!"
"The Pony-nator? What, does it turn things into ponies? Sweet, adorable, girly ponies?" Otto scoffed at the invention, dismissing it as some kind of frivolous, unneeded...thing that would likely never be used in his lifetime.
"OTTO!" The agent mentioned whipped around only to gaze into the angry eyes of Ms. O, who did a "shut your mouth" expression with her hand.
"Like I was saying, the Pony-nator doesn't turn things into ponies. It turns people into ponies."
"Say what?" Olive's eyes widened in awe. This reaction was quite unusual for someone like her, what with her being very experienced with odd things, and one of the lead agents of the Squad. Not that Odd Squad was bent on hierarchy. But all that aside...there was no way that thing could turn human beings into ponies. No flippin' way.
"Oh, I, uh, also used some parts of the Portal-nator so we can land in the pony world. According to what I've read, there's a land called...Equestria that's populated by millions of ponies. One town in particular called Ponyville is what this machine's location is set to."
"Well then, come on. I want to try this thing for myself." Otto stood up and rubbed his hands together.
"Steady, partner. We have to make sure we're ready. When we arrive we don't know what we'll face." Olive got up from her chair as well and gripped Otto's hand, tensing, secretly wondering what might go wrong.
"Hey! I want in on this!" Ms. O arose from her office chair and wandered over to the invention, which was still in Oscar's grasp, but now a portal to the pony world opened up in front of them, a swirl of blue and black.
And with each human taking a big, deep breath, they leapt in the portal, heading off to Ponyville, unaware of the dangers they would face.
