AN: Wow! another so soon! I'm kind of on a roll! Also I have no homework this weekend. That's always a plus. anyway, here we go. Also, the song part is from my other story I've got a Dream. Go take a peak. I figured the thugs would be singing in any case. That is the only song i will put in tho.
Percy led Annabeth through the forest until he got to the clearing where the Snuggly Duckling was. Se had been looking everywhere for it and sniffing everywhere hoping she would be able to smell the place.
"I know it's around here somewhere," Percy said absently, "Ah, there it is. The Snuggly Duckling." Percy showed the blonde girl the pub where he intended on having lunch. In reality, he was hoping to convince her to go home so he wouldn't have to show his face in the kingdom, thus having someone recognizing him. "Don't worry, very quaint place. Perfect for you."
"Well, I do like ducklings." Annabeth said innocently. Percy almost rolled his eyes.
"Yay!" He said, hos voice dripping with sarcasm; not that Annabeth caught on. They walked in and Percy called out as if he knew everyone in the place, "Garcon, your finest table please."
Annabeth appeared to almost have a heart attack. She held out her pan in front of her as to fend off the thugs they saw in the pub. There were about two dozen thugs, all uglier than the one before. Percy led Annabeth through the pub hoping to scare her.
"You smell that? Take a deep breath through the nose. Really it's pretty bad. What are you getting, because to me it's part bad man smell, and the other part is really bad man smell. I don't know why but altogether it just smells like the colour brown. You're in luck." Percy said as he led Annabeth through a row of disgusting men. She suddenly jerked back as a short thug had picked up her hair.
"That's a lot of hair." The thug said as Annabeth gathered up her hair.
"She's growing it out." Percy said, "is that blood in your mustache? Wise Girl look at this, look at all the blood in his mustache."
Annabeth backed up to the bar next to the fire place and bumped into the huge thug sitting at the bar. He turned around and Annabeth held out her pan.
"Hey you don't look so good Wise Girl. Maybe we should get you home, call it a day. Probably better off." Percy started to lead her to the door to get her home and to keep his face from being recognized from the wanted posters, as well as from his past. "This is a five star joint after all, and if you can't handle this place, well maybe you should be back in your tower." Just when Percy was convinced he had succeeded, a thug slammed the door closed and pointed to the wanted poster under his hand.
"Is this you?" He asked. His finger was covering the nose so Percy moved it.
"Ugh, now they're just being mean." He said as he saw the long, hot-dog-shaped nose.
"Oh it's him alright." A large thug with a hook for a hand said advancing on Percy. "Gretta, go find some guards. That reward money's gonna buy me a new hook." The thugs began fighting over Percy, grabbing him from each other.
"I could use the money."
"What about me, I'm broke." The largest thug said, holding Percy out of reach of the others.
"Boys stop!" Percy said trying to get free, "We can work this out."
"Hey leave him alone!" Annabeth said, hitting the thugs on their shields with her frying pan, "give me back my guide!"
"Not the nose, not the nose, not the nose!" Percy said as the thugs held him ready to be beat up. Annabeth latched her hair onto a branch and let it fling and hit the hook-handed thug on the head.
"Put him down!" She shouted. "Okay, I don't know where I am and I need him to take me to see the lanterns 'cause I've been dreaming about them my whole life. find your humanity! haven't any of you ever had a dream?" The hook-handed thug turned towards her and pulled out his ax. He advanced on the girl, making her back up into the bar.
"I had a dream once." And he threw his axe against the wall and it stuck there. Then he started to sing.
"I'm malicious mean and scary.
My sneer could curdle dairy.
And violence-wise my hands are not the cleanest.
But despite my evil look and my temper and my hook,"
he gestured to his hook on his right arm,
"I've always yearned to be a concert pianist." He went up to the piano and started playing a tune to his song.
"Can't you see me on the stage performing Mozart,
tickling the ivories 'til they gleam.
Yes I'd rather be called deadly,
For my killer show-tune medley,"
He played a scale on the piano,
"THANK you!
Cause way down deep inside
I've got a dream."
Then the entire company started singing. It was a weird sight.
"He's got a dream!
He's got a dream!"
Then the hook man went into solo AGAIN,
"See I ain't as cruel and vicious as I seem!
Though I do like breaking femurs,
You can count me with the dreamers,
Like everybody else I've got a dream."
Then a really ugly thug with an over large nose stood up and sang.
"I've got scars and lumps and bruises,
Plus something here that oozes,"
He pointed to his underarm,
"And let's not even mention my complexion.
But despite my extra toes
and my goiter and my nose,
I really want to make a love connection."
He crawled into a barrel and pretended it was a boat,
"Can't you see me with a special little lady
Rowin' in a rowboat down the stream?
Though I'm one disgusting blighter
I'm a lover, not a fighter -
'Cause way down deep inside
I've got a dream
I've got a dream!"
"He's got a dream,
He's got a dream!" Chorused the whole room.
"And I know one day romance will reign supreme!
Though my face leaves people screaming
There's a child behind it, dreaming -
Like everybody else
I've got a dream" sang the thug with the large nose.
"Tor would like to quit and be a florist,"
"Gunther does interior design"
"Ulf is into mime"
"Attila's cupcakes are sublime"
"Bruiser knits
Killer sews
Fang does little puppet shows"
The hook man sang AGAIN, "And Vladimir collects ceramic unicorns!"
A very large thug took out his unicorn.
Then they all turned on Percy
"What about you?" Asked the hook man.
"I'm sorry, me?" Questioned Percy.
"What's your dream?" Asked big nosed man.
"Sorry boys, I don't sing." As he said this they all pointed swords at him so he jumped up on a table and sang.
"I have dreams, like you - no, really!
Just much less touchy-feely
They mainly happen somewhere
warm and sunny
On an island that I own
Tanned and rested and alone"
They grabbed him off the table and Percy though fast,
"Surrounded by enormous piles of MONEY"
Annabeth had been watching, trying not to laugh. Then she had her turn,
"I've got a dream!"
"She's got a dream!" They chorused
"I've got a dream!"
"She's got a dream!"
"I just want to see the floating
lanterns gleam!" Annabeth sang as she hopped up onto a table.
"Yeahh!" The thugs yelled.
"And with every passing hour
I'm so glad I left my tower -"
"Like all you lovely folks I've got a dream!"
They alternated singing. "She's got a dream!"
"He's got a dream!"
"They've got a dream!"
"We've got a dream!"
"So our diff 'rences ain't
really that extreme!"
All together "We're one big team...!"
"Call us brutal -"
"Sick -"
"Sadistic -"
"And grotesquely optimistic"
The thugs all chorused "'Cause way down deep inside
We've got a dream!"
"I've got a dream!" Hook man shouted
"I've got a dream!" Big nosed man shouted.
The thugs chorused
"I've got a dream!
I've got a dream!
I've got a dream!"
"I've got a dream!" Annabeth sang
They all chorused together
"Yes way down deep inside, I've got a dream! Yeah!"
AN: *sigh* there it is. please review!