Poseidon the Sea Cucumber, 1:45 P.M.
Poseidon, the big blue sea cucumber wasn't in a happy mood.
The second most-powerful Immortal in the Universe was steaming at that excuse of a trident-bearer, the nasty Philonecron who was the cause of the all this trouble in the first place! If Poseidon ever got his trident back, he swore that he would stamp Philonecron underfoot as he deserved.
Angrily swishing around in his tank, he watched as the all-powerful and annoying Zeus twirl his thunderbolt around, idly sucking up the contents of a tropical milkshake. With a hearty slurp, Zeus smiled at Poseidon. Ah, yes, that King of the Gods didn't deserve the title of King of the Gods! Even after he erased Philonecron's memory and had the nerve to let the two trouble-causing mortals, Charlotte Mielswetzski and Zachery Miller go! Why, Poseidon would be a much better King of the Gods. He would serve out what Zeus called "justice" properly. And Zeus had told him that he would turn Poseidon back once he got the trident from Philonecron's prying white hands, but now, look here! It's been over three months since the incident, and Zeus still hadn't changed him back. That old fool!
Poseidon, the almighty god of the seas, was trapped as a sea cucumber forever unless Zeus suddenly had a change of heart and let him go. But of course, Poseidon thought, Zeus knows that after three months, the instant that he turns me back, I would start screaming at him. He would lose his throne! Yes, Poseidon would call for the assistance of Hera as soon as he was back. Zeus would be caught in the golden net once again!
The doors to the throne room swung open. Poseidon stretched his chubby and short sea cucumber body to see who it was. With a squeal, he started thrashing around in the tank.
It was Philonecron, and in a worker's suit!
Zeus sat up abruptly, upsetting the contents of his tropical milkshake. "What are you doing here?" the almighty, most powerful Immortal in the Universe boomed. "Get back to work! Shoo! Scat! Good-bye!"
Philonecron scratched his head. "Oh, no! It's not me, Lord Zeus, but your son, Steve! He requests an audience with you!"
Poseidon flapped around in his roomy tank, now trying to scream harder than ever.
Zeus frowned. "So long as he promises—I mean, swears on the River Styx—to not usurp his father's throne, you may admit him.
The Steve boy walked in, his gaze flitting around the room. Behind him walked a woman with long black hair and hazel eyes. Those eyes were nervously flitting across the room. When she caught sight of Zeus, she screamed, "Harold! What..."
If Poseidon the Sea Cucumber could have snorted, he would have. Zeus fashioned an alias for himself with the name "Harold"? Bah! So original.
Zeus walked down from his throne. Steve crossed his arms, scowling.
Poseidon watched as they had a big blowout argument that sent Steve's arms windmilling.
Now, although he was a sea cucumber, Zeus granted him fifteen minutes of water power every day. Poseidon's time for water powers was drawing closer...and closer...and closer. Now!
A thin, snaking tendril of water slithered across the room to stealthily grab his trident. He pointed it directly at himself and...BAM!
Poseidon, booming with laughter, whisked off to his newly repaired yacht to celebrate while a dumbstruck Zeus, Steve, and Steve's mom stared after him. It was time to party!
