A/N- Again, another day, another chapter. :D Co-co written by THECAPSLOCKFREAK and Irene, who are just awesome like that.

Disclaimer: Uh, we don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Pokemon. Or Narnia, sadly.

I believe that's it! Carry on.

"Toss him over!" a raspy voice shrieked.

Bucking Percy off, Blackjack kicked his legs up.
"Whee!" Percy giggled, falling into Kronos's invisible arms.

"EW! HE'S STICKYYYYYYYY!" Kronos shrieked, throwing him up. "BOY, WHY ARE YOU STICKY? AND TINGED WITH...YELLOW, EW. GUARDS!"

Two empousai, those insane cheerleaders, surrounded Percy. "Heyyy Percy," they winked seductively. "Us has some bacon."

Blackjack turned, surprised.

Wow. People--er, monsters, with the grammar compatibility as Percy.

"Follow us." The empousai took out strips of bacon from who-knows-where and waved them in Percy's face.

Percy squealed in excitement, following the monsters. They similarly giggled and shared a look with each other.

They brought him, showing off the bacon playfully. "Feel the bacon. Taste the bacon." they winked. "WE'RE HEREEEEEEEEEEE!"

They opened a black, emo door, if doors can be emo that is. It was suspended fifteen thousand feet in the air, with no surrounding floor around it. Percy looked up. "AH! ZEUS! HE'S UP...THERE!" He cowered.

The empousai threw down the bacon down, shoving Percy along with it. They waved as they enjoyed the moment, "BYE!" and looked down to see what would happen.

Idiot Percy. Blackjack thought satisfyingly, residing within the audience to watch Percy die.

Suddenly, a Charizard with a silver circlet appeared from the non-foggish-fog in the sky. Percy landed in her arms.

Not noticing the heavy load, because the Charizard was just awesome like that, the Pokémon yelled, "YO. I IZ T-DAWG. FEAR ME AND CRAP."

The pegasus's thoughts wandered off. I bet Percy's soul tastes like cookies... Sweet, chocolate chip cookies dipped in llama milk...Delicious food substances...

The Charizard waved its paw, dropping Percy, in front of Blackjack's face. "Hello? I'm here to eat somebody's soul."
"Oh- okay," Blackjack mumbled, still thinking about cookies and llama milk.

How long had it been since he had had llama milk? About -2312839021380918190412 years, right?

Percy screamed, noticing the Charizard for the first time, "W-What is that?!"

Um. A Charizard, obviously. Blackjack thought.

"You were really deprived of Pokémon when you were little, weren't you, Percy?" Blackjack scoffed.

Percy said, "What's a POKE-AY-MAN? Is that like, a cereal? Anyways...well.... could you get it away?"

Fyi, that's one of Artemis's hunters.

"You know what? That's really racist. That's like the most racist thing I have ever heard!" Clarisse retorted, appearing out of nowhere.

"Against what?" said Percy blankly.

"Squirrels. And chocolate milk cartons. WHAT DO YOU HAVE AGAINST THEM, HUH?" She cracked her knuckles menacingly.

"I donn't geett iitt," Percy whined in that idiotic tone of his. "Wait- But I like squirrels!"

Blackjack sighed, annoyed with Percy. How could he not understand the obviously sane, logical thinking of Clarisse?

"T-DAWG, I COMMAND YOU TO EAT PERCY'S SOUL!"

T-Dawg, having nothing better to do, knee-to-the-crotch-ed Percy and stomach-jabbing him until he fainted, which, considering how weak Percy was, didn't take too long.

"Ouch," Percy whimpered as T-Dawg ripped out Percy's soul, a thin wisp of air that smelled like flowers. Daffodils in the springtime, to be exact.

Licking the misty substance, T-Dawg skipped off, her silver circlet, adorned with chocolate, falling off.

"Whoops," she chuckled, picking it up and sticking it back on top of her head again. "This soul tasted good. REALLY good. Like, inexplicably good good. A bit peculiar though." She nodded.

"What did it taste like?" the bystander pegasus asked.

"It tasted like cookies. Fattening homemade cookies. And bacon. Lotsa baconnn," the Charizard mused excitedly.

"That-" Blackjack said, motioning to the Charizard- "was pretty epic."

Two things happened:

Percy became conscious again.

A Glaceon materialized out of nothingness behind T-Dawg.

The Glaceon said rather amiably, "Hello, I'm Rene da Editar, or Rene for short."

T-Dawg turned around and flinched.

"OMG, can you stop materializing out of nowhere? I'm not scared of horror movies because they're predictable. But, you however, are unpredictable," screeched T-Dawg.

"One would think you would have gotten use to it by now." Rene said teasingly, "I'm only here to give someone badly needed grammar lessons."

I need some sugar cubes, just like how you absolutely need grammar lessons.

Percy's eyes widened, "Not grammar lesson!"

Rene snapped, "You mean lessons."

Percy, he said in his mind. SHUGA CUBES.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Tyson and Grover came tumbling down the steps.

Tyson landed with a thump! on Grover.

"OOF! TYSON, GET THE BARBECUE OFF OF ME!" The satyr's vain attempt to speak was muffled by Tyson.

"Oops!" The cyclops giggled. Tyson got up. "You okay, horsey?"

"I-I'm okay, well at least that many bones aren't broken....hopefully," moaned Grover.

Again with the sudden appearances, another creature appeared out of nowhere. It seemed to be...another Pokémon. Joy...

Rene waved. "Hey, TPW-HARN, what's up?"

TPW-HARN acknowledged Rene and T-DAWG similarly. "The floor, but I could be wrong." She shrugged. "I've always been directionally challenged. Anyhow, whatcha doing?"

Rene gestured to Tyson and Grover. "Having a battle with these Pokémon-deprived weirdos. They probably don't even know what you are."

They glanced at them to confirm their suspicions. They were staring at TPW-HARN with a confused expression. "Uh..."

TPW-HARN waved an arm in front of their faces. "I'm a Gallade and animal cracker mix. Eat me and die." She changed her tone to harshness at the last part.

"So this will be a double battle, right T-Dawg?" asked Rene.

"OKAY!" TPW-HARN interrupted. "THE BATTLE BETWEEN RENE AND T-DAWG VERSUS WHAT'S-YOUR-FACES WILL COMMENCE!"

"Ahhh!!!! A talking um, what are you?" asked Tyson blankly.

"YOU PEOPLE ARE JUST SO DEPRIVED OF POKÉMON !!!" shouted T-Dawg.

"For the last time, T-Dawg is a Charizard, a fire and flying type, and I am a Glaceon, an ice type." said Editar irritatedly, "Too bad that you two are both at a disadvantage, considering Grover is like a grass type and Tyson is a water and fighting type."

"What does types have to do with anything?" asked Grover.

"Types determine your weaknesses and your strengths, for example grass is weak against fire and ice, and fighting is weak against flying," explained T-Dawg.

"Let's just get this battle started, it's T-Dawg and I vs. you and Tyson," announced Editar.

"Exactly." The Gallade and animal cracker hybrid nodded absentmindedly, concentrating on making shadow puppets.

Tyson lunged for Rene da Editar with his club, but hit nothing but air.

"WHAT'S YOUR FACE'S ATTACK MISSED!" TPW-HARN yelled.

"I could have sworn that she was there a second ago....." Tyson mumbled confusedly.

Rene appeared behind Tyson and said tauntingly, "By the way, did I forget to mention that I'm the only psychic and ice type Glaceon? That's one reason why I can teleport you know. Well, too bad, ICE BEAM!"

"EDITAR USED ICE BEAM!" The animal cracker hybrid commented, most likely annoying everyone by now.

Within seconds, Tyson was frozen in a solid block of ice.

"WHAT'S HIS FACE IS FROZEN!"

Blackjack thought satisfyingly, Yes......another child of Poseidon has fallen, this is going much better than I had hoped for. He cackled maniacally, then silenced himself to escape notice. Thankfully, the other random characters were paying attention to the battle.

"Well he probably won't see the sun rise again," Rene laughed evilly, "I better go check to see how T-Dawg is doing."