Apollo: Ahhh! This article is really interesting…
Hermes: Oooo…let's see, let's see!
*Hermes cracks a grin*
Hermes: LOL this is awesome…
*Starts singing*
Hermes & Apollo (to the tune of Feliz Navidad):
Police stole my car,
Police stole my car,
Police stole my car
Prospero Año y Felicidad.
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
From the bottom of my heart.
*They finish with arms in the air and smiling happily*
Zeus: Remember how Hermes once stole your precious cattle… you got soooo mad, but look at you now…good friends huh?
Apollo: Ugh yeah that old incident…
Athena: Why are we talking about displeasing arguments…It's Christmas
Zeus: You should have seen Apollo's face when he discovered someone stole his cows…
Athena: Anyways changing the subject...
Clarisse: How about we continue with the story…
Everyone: Good idea!
"Apollo, thank you," said Hermes staring at his zip lock bag, "For making my wallet lighter…"
'No problem' was what Apollo was intending to say but it came out as, "Mo phroblum,"
Hermes watched disgusted as Apollo stuffed his face full of Subway and some Crepes and waffles from this stall...
"Nice cream, love the passion fruit sauce," commented Apollo, "You know one thing that's awesome about being a god?" Apollo asked Hermes,
"Ugh, you are immortal?"
"You never get fatter than this," answered Apollo pointing to his worked out look,"
"You can also appear like a little kid," said Hermes
"Yeah, I can also appear as an old man, want to see?"
"Nah, I am fine," replied Hermes," Your 18 look and my 25 look is perfect…"
Hermes pretended he didn't know Apollo while he finished his last morsel then said, "Let's go,"
They entered Godiva Chocolatier.
"Hey isn't that Luke?" asked Apollo glancing obviously at Luke who was writing a name on a tag of a box of ice cream inspired truffles. Apollo crept closer for a better look, he ran back to Hermes stifling giggles, "It's Thalia Grace, Luke is giving it to Thalia Grace!"
Hermes frowned while Apollo muttered, "Man you are dead when Zeus finds out…"
"Come on don't jump to conclusions..." said Hermes more reassuring himself than anything else, "I mean it could be for Secret Santa…"
"Hey, hey don't forget I am the oracle god and I've got a feeling that it's not Secret Santa…" said Apollo puffing his chest out but accidentally bumping into an old lady who hits him with her hand bag, "What a rude young man,"
"Ugh, angus old mortals these days," muttered Apollo.
"Come on let's go and find Poseidon some chocolates," announced Hermes.
Meanwhile…
Percy is nearly driven mad by the orders of wine and Annabeth looks really concerned.
"Maybe you should rest," says Annabeth with her big grey soulful eyes,"
"Can't…must get Camp Half-Blood new bathroom doors," stammered Percy his eyes glazed and refusing to rest.
Suddenly…
Grover rushes in YAY!
"Grover you came, now you can help us manage Dr M, I mean Mr D's stall…" cheered Annabeth,
Grover leaves trolley and tackles Percy down in an enormous goat hug, "It's good to see you again Perce..."
"Later," managed Percy, "But first we must deal with all these people…"
"I have a plan," muttered Grover darkly
"Has it got something to do with olive oil?" asked Percy ultra scared
"You bet!" yelled Grover, Percy tried to run away while Grover and Annabeth pushed him to the ground, cop and criminal style...
"Don't move, or I'll shoot!" said Grover menacingly
"Arghhh! Let me go!" shouted Percy playing the part of the criminal…
"You have the right to remain silent," added Annabeth catching on…
"Okay we must lessen the effect of Dionysus's blessing, it's going to drive you mad," said Grover getting all serious again,
"Okay what do we do?" asked Annabeth,
"Annabeth you manage the stall, while I deal with Percy," said Grover full of confidence and dragging Percy behind cardboard cartons printed with: Long Island Sound Winery.
Grover dragged out an olive oil bottle and Percy squeezed his eyes shut, "NO! NO! Not olive oil!"
"Come on dude, you're half Greek man and Greeks love olives!" said Grover trying to sound bright and cheerful,
"Not ME!" shouted Percy,
"When we lessen the effect it will cut the number of people that come to this stall…They are drawn to the blessing!"
"Why does it always have to be me?" asked Percy, "Why do I always get stuck in sticky situations like trapped with a poisonous Chihuahua in the St Louis Arch? Why? Why?"
Grover shrugged, "I don't know maybe it's because you like sushi?"
Percy moaned while Grover got hold of a handful of olive oil and prepared to sprinkle on Percy, he muttered a prayer to Pan and smothered the oil on Percy's face…
"Ugh! I can't breathe!" shouted Percy sputtering, "Wait I smell licorice and wild honey and fresh grass…" he said after awhile.
"It worked!" cheered Grover while Percy laid back against some wine cartons…
"Here have a Kit Kat…" offered Grover,
"Thanks," said Percy wiping the oil off his face and munching his chocolate…
"It's not over yet," said Grover as Percy started to sigh with relief…
"WAH? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" asked Percy frustrated,
"I mean…we have to do The Cool Egyptian Dance to make the effect permanent…" said Grover apologetically.
"No…" whispered Percy
Meanwhile…
"You look out for an oily headed dude dressed like a Gothic rock musician…" Poseidon instructed to a blue and white dolphin soft toy in Macy, "Yes sir," the dolphin replied saluting with difficulty…
"Um sir, are you talking to the soft toys because those aren't the voice responding ones…" said an assistant looking puzzled.
"Ugh, no, not at all, I was just um reciting my lines for a speech I need to do at my brothers wedding…"
The assistant gave him a final look as if not quite believing him and finally walked away…
"Phew that was close," muttered Poseidon when…
"Momma, why is that man with the beard talking to himself?" asked a little girl,
"Yes we'll go to Burger King if you want to…" replied her mother looking at some cutlery…
Poseidon walked away before they could gather enough evidence and put him in a straight jacket…
He walked past some mini MP3's and slid it into his basket looking around for spies of Hades but he later found an assistant was marking him since he acted very suspicious…
"Swiss army knife, check, MP3, check, digital timer (for when Hades bakes a cake), check, tiny umbrella and fan, check, toilet paper dispenser…ugh no... score flippy book thingy, check, CCTV surveillance system, check and finally cheering sound effects with button, check," said Poseidon sitting in the food court eating Teriyaki chicken sushi (since eating salmon and tuna is just wrong for him) and going through the things he brought…
The stuff came in an environmentally friendly brown paper bag so Poseidon felt relaxed and protected against Hades's spies…
Hermes: Why does my son have to give Thalia chocolates?
Me: Ugh makes the story a bit more interesting, people jumping to conclusions etc
Zeus: Hey everyone!
*Hermes pales*
Hermes: Luke we need to have a word…
Luke: Daaad! I am 22 and you look 25 you don't need to wrap me in cotton wool…
Hermes looking offended: LUKE! Do you know how old I am?
Luke: Ugh let's see…hmm 2000+10+1200…ugh-
Hermes: Older than you by a lot!
Luke: Okay, okay
*They walk off to talk about stuff*
Zeus: What was that about…?
Me: Um apparently Luke was buying chocolates for Thalia
Zeus: Oh yummy! I need to remember to ask her for some…
Me: Hermes isn't pleased…they are having a father to son chat…
*Hermes and Luke's voices drift towards everyone else*
Hermes: OMT Nintendo Wii is sooo awesome
Luke: Yeah, love that tennis
Hades: TENNIS? Where?
Everyone else: …
Zeus: Trust Hermes to have a proper chat…
Everyone else: Come on he's your son after all…
Zeus: I don't know where I went wrong with him…so immature…
*Apollo eating hot dog comes in*
Artemis: It's lucky he's a god…he'll be sooo fat if he wasn't
Apollo: Shut up sis…
Artemis: Okay guys please review…Apollo is sooo annoying!