The Odd Martian

None of the characters here are mine. This is a loving mash-up of Odd Squad and The Martian, both properties of other people more talented than I.


Mark Whatney found himself in a tight spot. The Aries 3 crew was forced to evacuate the base and in the confusion, Mark got left behind. It was embarrassing really. While the directors at NASA were busy holding press conferences, Mark went with the only option available: He called the Odd Squad.

“What seems to be the problem?” Oren asked. Oren and Olaf.jpg

His partner, Olaf, let out an eerie howl. Mark shrugged and said, “I was hoping you guys could help me out. You see, the next Aries mission won’t be here for another three years. I’m running low on rations and I don’t even know how to communicate with Earth.”

Oren nodded.

“I know exactly how to help. It just so happens that I have a-,”

“Potatonator!”

“No, Olaf.” Oren sighed. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a gadget, courtesy of the Odd Squad labs. “This gadget will create a temporary tube that will take us right back to-”

“Potatonator!” Olaf pulled out his own gadget and aimed it at a large empty space within the Hab. A beam of energy transformed the space into a fully functioning potato farm. “Now you’ll have plenty of potatoes to last you until the next Aries mission!”

With that, Olaf grabbed the tube gadget from Oren and sent them both back to Odd Squad headquarters. Confused and bewildered, Mark Whatney took one look at the potato garden and shrugged.Potato farm.jpg

“Well, I guess I’ll have to go find the Pathfinder now.”

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