Percy and Grover first decided to consult with the Oracle before setting out on their quest.
"I've heard dat dis Oracle possesses the most beautiful lady available at the time. I look forward to our meeting," Grover said dreamily.
Just then, the Oracle walked up to them. And she was as desiccated, mummified, and creepy as ever.
"She iz gorgeous!" Grover exclaimed.
"I think many would disagree," Percy said. "What's the prophecy?"
The Oracle opened her mouth, but instead of a prophecy, she began singing "Santa Claus is Coming to Town."
"You better not shout, you better not cry…" she began.
"What's this supposed to mean?" Grover asked.
"I know! My father is Santa Claus, so he must be coming to help us," Percy said.
"Percy, you know that really wasn't Santa Claus in the first chapter, don't you?" Grover said.
"Then who was he?" Percy asked.
"He was an Olympian god," Grover said.
"That's just ridiculous," Percy said.
"And how 'iz 'im being Santa Claus plausible?" Grover asked.
"It just is. You have to believe, Grover, or he won't come," Percy said, who had watched The Polar Express one time too many.
Anyway, after a brief detour involving Gummy Bears, the Black Eyed Peas, and an abandoned Cheetos factory, all of which are not related to the plot line in anyway whatsoever, our heroes arrived at the Starbucks Café where Medusa was located.
A large line of statues littered the front of the café, but they entered regardless of the danger.
"Okay, so I have to beat Medusa in such a way that it looks cool and isn't censored," Percy said.
"I know you can do it," Grover said.
Strangely enough, the inside of the café was desolate. There were a large number of boulders surrounding Percy and Grover, and they began to tense.
"My spider senses are tingling. There's someone here," Percy said.
Just then, Brock from Pokemon jumped out from behind a boulder.
"Guys, I just wanted to say some things, so why don't we just sit down and talk?" he asked.
In a few minutes, they were sitting around a camp fire and Grover was roasting marshmallows.
"Well, you must have noticed that on T.V. my eyes are always closed, you know?" Brock said.
"Yeah," Percy said.
"Well, that's because I was given the curse of the goddess Medusa. See, one day I challenged Zeus to a Pokemon battle. Since he's god of the sky and lightning, he used only Flying and Electric type Pokemon, and as we know, they were no match for my Rock and Ground type Pokemon. He was a pretty sore loser, and so gave me this curse," Brock said. "Ever since then, I've been forced to keep my eyes closed just like this throughout all of the episodes. Also, I only train Rock type Pokemon, because you can't turn stone to stone. So, Medusa isn't here at all, it's just me."
"That was probably retarded enough to destroy our remaining fanbase," Percy said. "Now, surrender to me, because I'm a Son of Poseidon. That means that I use Water types."
"No!" Brock screamed. "I surrender! I surrender! It's not like I was doing anything anyway, those statues are just statues."
Just then Annabeth walked in, perfectly unharmed. "I was watching television. Where are those scrolls I risked my life to get?"
"That's what we've been burning for our fire," Percy said.
Annabeth then screamed at them uncontrollably for several minutes. The words have been censored, as you can imagine.
"Wow, you're bossy, and you're the smart one. Why are you a complete rip-off of Hermionie from Harry Potter?" Percy asked.
"If that 'iz true, then I am Ron! So in 'ze end I hook up with Annabeth!" Grover said.
"No way!" Annabeth said.
"I am sorry, but I 'ave already sworn my heart to someone," Grover replied, who had clearly heard none of what Annabeth had said.
"Well, it's the end of the chapter," Brock said. "Don't we all run into the sunset at this point?"
"This isn't Pokemon," Percy pointed out.
