So, I got inspired to do this while I was at school one day (probably because my friend called and told me she was getting her wisdom teeth out this summer). Anyway, I've also seen some pretty weird stuff on YouTube after people have the surgery done. So…let's see what the gods do.

RATED T for sexual references, language…and drunk gods! Hope you guys like it.

I don't own anything from YouTube that shows people getting really high after the surgery or PJO/HOO.

CHAPTER 1: DEMETER TALKS TO CEREAL BOXES

Demeter sat in the waiting room of the dentist's office. It was a mortal dentist, since Olympus didn't really have a dentist they could go to. She thought about going to Apollo or Asclepius, but they couldn't really do the surgery for some reason.

Sitting next to her sat the god Triptolemus, who will be appearing quite a few times in this FanFic! Trip was reading a farming magazine (shocking, isn't it?) while they waited for the nurse to call Demeter back.

"Hey, look at this," Trip told Demeter.

"What is it?" Demeter asked him, glancing at the magazine.

"It's an apple!" Trip yelled in delight.

"Hey, Greek guy!" the receptionist hissed. "Shut up."

Triptolemus gave her the finger and continued to read the magazine called Why Farming Doesn't Suck.

The door to their right opened and a nurse came out. "Demeter," she said. "Dr. Crest is ready for you."

Demeter and Triptolemus got up and headed toward the nurse. She led them into an exam room, and Demeter sat in the chair.

"So," the nurse said, "my name is Missy and I'll be assisting Dr. Crest today. She'll be right in." And she began getting Demeter ready for surgery.

Dr. Crest walked in. She was tall and blond (and kind of looked like Aphrodite). Demeter freaked out when she saw the nametag: DR. A. CREST was printed on the lab coat, too.

Dr. Crest smiled, shaking each of their hands. "Hi, Demeter. I'm Dr. Crest and I'll be yanking your wisdom teeth out today." She had a high, girly voice, just like Aphrodite.

"What's your first name?" asked Demeter.

"Allison," the woman said. "So, here's what we're going to do." She went on for ten minutes explaining the procedure. Demeter drowned her out with the thought of wheat and cereal and other stuff. "Any questions?" Dr. Crest said.

Demeter shook her head. "No."

"Good." She turned to Triptolemus, who'd introduced himself before she sat down. "All right, Trippypants—"

"Triptolemus."

"Yeah, what you said. You can go into the waiting room and do something not weird. We'll be done in about an hour."

Triptolemus got up and headed into the waiting room.

ONE HOUR LATER…

Triptolemus was reading a book he wrote called Why Farmers Are Cute, Sexy, and Handsome, when Missy walked out and smiled at him. "Mr. Tripsalot—"

Trip gritted his teeth.

"—oh, don't do that. You'll get tooth problems," Missy scolded. "Demeter's finished."

Trip followed her into the exam room. Demeter was sitting up in the chair, her cheeks were all puffed up and swollen. Dr. Crest turned to Trip. "All right, Trippy—"

"Close enough," Trip sighed.

"—Demeter's all finished. She'll be sore for a while, so she shouldn't eat anything until she's feeling ready." She handed Trip a prescription. "Take that to the pharmacy for her drugs." And she left after telling Trip how to care for Demeter.

Demeter's eyes fluttered open and she glared at the nurse. "Did you take my daughter?"

"Huh?" said Missy.

"My daughter!" Demeter sobbed. "My daughter's gone missing!" She saw Trip and looked at him. "You!" she yelled at him. "Did you see my daughter anywhere?"

"No, Demeter. Your daughter's in Hell."

"Oh, how wonderful," Demeter smiled grotesquely.

"C'mon," Trip told her. "We have to get your medicine."

Trip and Demeter headed to the pharmacy down the road. Trip and Demeter walked up to the counter. A fat chick was sitting behind the desk. "What?" she asked in a bored voice.

"Yeah, hi. This is Demeter and she's got a prescription for her wisdom teeth extraction."

"Where's Demeter?"

Trip looked next to him. Demeter was gone.

"Uh…she's getting soda or whatever," said Trip.

All of a sudden, Demeter ran up to him. "Hey, handsome," she said, "they have talking cereal boxes here!"

"But…" Trip was utterly confused. "Cereal boxes don't talk, Dem."

"WELL, THIS ONE DOES!" She held up a Lucky Charms box. "I'll show you. Hello!" she screamed at the Lucky Charms box. "How are you today?"

The box didn't do anything.

"He says he's doing fine," Demeter informed Triptolemus. "What's your name? Oh, I see. He says his name is Cheerios," Demeter giggled.

"Sir," said the pharmacist, "here's the medicine. Pay for it here."

"Okay." Trip paid for the drugs and looked at Demeter. "Okay, Dem. We have to put the cereal back now."

Demeter threw a massive temper tantrum on the floor of the pharmacy. "BUT I LOVE THIS CEREAL! HE'S SO NICE TO ME!"

"I know, babe. I know. C'mon. Let's go home."

Afterward

As soon as Demeter stopped being high anymore, Trip gave her some apple sauce with one of her pills.

"How are you feeling?" Trip asked her.

"Uh…confused," said Demeter. "Tell me, Triptolemus. What did I say?"

Triptolemus told her what she'd said at the dentist office and at the pharmacy. Demeter's face turned a cherry-red.

"Wow," said Demeter, flushing even more. "This is rather embarrassing."

A/N: Don't worry. I won't make all of the chapters like this. If you want me to do a certain god (I'm doing all the Olympians in this one) and something you'd like them to do, let me know and PM me or whatever. Please review. I love them. And I hope you like the story so far.