Remember folks, I don't own PJO. Or anything else in Pop Culture that can and probably will be made fun of in this story. Props to Rick Riordan!

PROLOGUE

"The Gods don't laugh," Nico joked as he stood outside, against the wall of the Dining Pavilion. "They have no sense of humor. They'd vaporize anyone who tries to screw with them."

Percy Jackson was directly beside the Son of Hades, sipping on some Coke and laughing along. Along with the two best friends stood Annabeth Chase, Travis and Connor Stoll, Will Solace, Jake Mason, and Thalia Grace, who was only visiting for a short while.

"I bet you we could make 'em laugh!" the Stolls said in unison. "It'd be easy!"

Percy shuffled up against the wall in disbelief, chuckling as he looked up. "Whatever you guys are planning, leave the non-Hermes kids out of it. I don't need any more all-powerful immortals on my tail."

Suddenly, Mr. D strolled up to them from within the Dining area. "The Gods don't laugh at the same things as you brats do. We prefer laughing at the unfortunate mishaps of you insects instead."

At those words, the friends' faces went from happy to angry in a matter of seconds. Not one camper liked Mr. D. He always had to make them feel bad about who they were or how they looked or whatever he could find, really.

"I'll make you all a deal," Dionysus jeered. "Put on a show. If you can make the Gods do so much as chuckle, Chiron and I will leave camp for an entire week and leave it in the hands of…Parker Jameson here. To do whatever he and his cohorts please."

Percy stood up straight. "It's Percy Johnson…I mean JACKSON! ERRGH!"

Percy failed to notice all of his friends' faces lighting up at the idea. The guys were thinking of Percy's status with the ladies, and how much girls he could get them. Annabeth thought of how much alone time she could have with her boyfriend. The twins thought of how many pranks the could pull off without consequences, while Will and Jake thought of non-stop campfire songs and more time in the forges. Thalia just decided to relish the amount of freedom from her hunters she could have gotten if Kelp Head were in charge.

Before the poor Son of Poseidon could protest, Connor jumped up and spoke, wrapping his arm across Percy's shoulders.

"I think I speak for my boy right here," Connor threatened, "when I say: It's OOOONNNNN!"

"No! That wasn't what I was going to say—"

But it was too late. Dionysus had already taken Percy's hand and had shaken it, and a clipboard magically appeared in his hands.

"Very well," he began, "Peter, Connor, and Travis will put on a weekly show, for five weeks, and if it doesn't knock Aeolus' Weather Channel off the charts, then you three boys will have to be my lackeys for 2 weeks. Deal?"

"Ugh…deal. And my name is PERCY."

Dionysus walked away proudly, content with the fact that he would most likely win the bet. As soon as he had left, the Stolls and the group had started murmuring and talking about what there show would be: a sitcom, a news show parody, or an anthology series. Suddenly, Percy got an idea.

"It's called the Stolls' Show," Percy said, smiling. "And it's going to be a sketch comedy."

A/N: I just got this idea not to long ago. When the "show" starts, the chapters will be longer, promise! Just compare the show to "Mad TV," or that Disney show "So Random!" and work with that. Hope you enjoy the rest of the story!

– Chris