A Week Of Crazies: Camp Half-Blood

Prologue

The mood of the campers was considerably high. After all, they had just won the Giant War, right? WRONG! Well, yes, they had won the Giant War and made peace with the Romans, but that wasn't the reason why they were happy. The truth is, the campers had been bored. BORED. B-O-R-E-D. Camp routine had gone on as usual, but the last fun thing that had happened was two weeks ago when the Stolls had posted a picture of Chiron in haircurlers on Demigod Facebook. After that, their creative juices for pranks had run as dry as Mrs O'Leary's bone, which was for once not saturated with drool as its owner had gone to the Underworld with Nico to visit Cerberus.

So of course, when the new (and highly likely to break eardrums in the future) intercom system designed by Leo told the campers to gather at the amphitheater, they were excited.

"Ahem. Campers, please stop your antics. We are beginning," Chiron galloped into the amphitheater and yelled. A silence quickly swept over camp, apart from the sound of waves crashing against the beach. When Chiron was about to begin, a hellhound and demigod leaped out of his shadow, crashing into him.

"Hi guys-wait, did we just gate-crash again?" Nico asked as he glanced around the amphitheater, noting the number of campers.

"Nico Di Angelo, get Mrs O'Leary off me!" Chiron wheezed. Her weight was something not to be trifled with.

"Sorry. Up, Mrs O'Leary!" Nico clicked his fingers, and the hellhound followed him to the side of the amphitheater, where it found its good old bone.

"Now, I hope that we will not have any more interruptions," Chiron continued, glaring at Nico, who shrugged in apology. "Anyway, I have called this meeting to inform you-"

A voice cut in. "He's going on holiday! Get to the point already!" Mr. D called from his seat in the front row, waving a bottle of wine. Chiron pulled a terse smile.

"Yes, I am going on 'holiday'. I'm-" He winced, "-supervising the Party Ponies for a week."

"GOD SAVE AMERICA AND DOLPHINS!" Mr D yelled as he fell off his seat.

Chiron arched an eyebrow. "Pollux," He said, gesturing to the poor, unfortunate demigod who just happened to be seated beside his father, "Is he drunk?"

Pollux buried his head in his hands. "No, he just has too much alcohol in his system. Yes, he's as drunk as a skunk."

"Can a skunk even get drunk?" Travis asked his brother.

"Shall we try it?"

"If it works, let's release it into the Demeter cabin," Travis whispered, glancing at Katie Gardener, head councillor of said cabin, a few rows away.

"Ignoring the fact that Mr. D's sentence will probably be extended to another 200 years-" Everyone groaned at the thought as Chiron continued. "-I am leaving today to supervise the Party Ponies. Apparently, Zeus wants me to ensure that they do not set off fireworks for an entire week."

"That's because Daddy Dearest is having a week with Hera," Dionysus waggled his eyebrows in an insinuating manner.

Chiron sighed. "I'll be back in a week. Try not to leave this place in ruins," He took out a key, turned it as if it was in a lock, and opened a doorway. Nodding to the demigods, he picked up his luggage, and walked through.

"Janus owes him," Mr. D explained, before swigging from another bottle of wine. Thunder rumbled, but nothing happened. Yet.

Mr. D staggered off in the direction of the Big House. "I expect to see the camp blowing up in a few hours," He smirked, "No pressure."

Yup, incomplete fanfic #4. I am crazy.

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