A/N: This is a new story of mine. I hope you like it. It will be about ten one-shots so… let's proceed.

Disclaimer: I don't own Travis, Connor, or any other PJO character.

Stoll-en Pets

Chapter one: Alfred

"His name is Alfred, and he has feelings!"

The newest edition to Travis and Connor Stoll's odd pet collection was named Alfred. The pajama chicken had black feathers and blue eyes, which is really weird since Nico gave it to them, and everyone knows Nico has a crush on Thalia with her BLACK HAIR and BLUE EYES. No coincidence there.

No one knew exactly how Alfred wound up in camp since it was a secret exchange between Nico and the Stolls. The camp found out Alfred was there when a loud cock-a-doddle-doo came from the roof of cabin 11.

Travis and Connor rushed up the stairs to see what happened to the invisible, sound proof roof. During the night, it had been cut open (they found this by switching the lever to visible) and sound had been leaking out.

The other crazy animals were making sounds until Travis hit the repair button.

Connor checked the time: ten minutes until breakfast. Connor grabbed the squeaky chicken off the food table and ran downstairs with Travis. "Breakfast in ten!" He yelled and squeezed the rubber chicken.

A large animal roared up on the roof. (That's a whole other story.) Travis yelled up the stairs, "Shut up Shakira Khan!" Then he ran to his bunk and grabbed a pair of pants from underneath his bed. He sniffed the leg of them and shrugged; he went onto his bottom bunk and pulled the shower curtain around the sides, so no one could see him change.

Connor went into the bathroom and changed his pants, but didn't change his shirt; he wanted to break his record for two weeks in the same shirt. He then put on some deodorant… but it was all over his shirt, so his shirt smelled like Old Spice.

Travis jogged inside and grabbed his cologne. He then spritzed some on and fixed his hair. Then he ran to the cabin door where there was a mirror, and they were about to line up for breakfast. He checked to make sure he looked good (he said, "Looking devish-ly handsome Stoll, as usual.") before calling out, "Line up!", and everyone ran into two lines. Connor lead one line, Travis leads the other. "C'mon kids." Travis said and marched out.

After breakfast at cabin inspection

Pollux walked inside the chaos-infused cabin. "Looks nice… Uh, Connor, is that the chicken that woke us up this morning?" He pointed to the chicken.

Connor closed Alfred's flaps for ears. "His name is Alfred, and he has feelings!" He unclosed them and started up the stairs to the roof.

"Dude, can that chicken wake up the camp every morning?" Pollux asked.

Travis heard a cha-ching sound go off in his head. "That depends; are you willing to pay ten drachmas a week?" He asked.

"Five." Pollux offered.

"Ten or it's no deal. I play poker with you, remember? You could win it back." Travis taunted.

Pollux shook Travis's hand. "Ten it is. I'll pay you on Saturday, and he'll start waking us up Sunday, okay?"

"Agreed." Travis said.