After finishing his work, Caboose stood up from the bushes. He smiled at what he's done.

"I'm done. And look at you, good as new! Now, all that's left is to show you to all my friends. I tell ya, Pepper, they're going to think you're as cute as I do."

"I'm starting to think Annabeth hates us." Church said. He, Tucker, and Simmons were all standing near a river.

"I don't know, man. I think I felt a little electricity between me and her the last time she punched me." Tucker said.

"Then explain why she sent us to the least interesting place to be in this capture the flag game." Church said. "We should be out there… Well, not in the line of fire, but if I had the right vantage point, I could shoot an arrow at the assholes on the other team."

"Church, you can't shoot for shit." Tucker reminded.

"I said, 'if I had the right vantage point'."

"Dude, you can shoot at point-blank range, and you'd still find a way to miss." Tucker said.

"And where the hell is Caboose?" Church asked. "He was supposed to be here with us!"

"Well, I'm generally not complaining." Simmons said.

"Of course, you'd say that. Annabeth's your sister." Church said.

"Technically, she's my half-sister. Also, she's having a hard enough time understanding that I'm Athena's kid too." Simmons said. "But aside from that, I'm actually glad to be here because it's furthest from the action. I don't have to worry about having to attack Sarge. That, and avoiding the bloodthirsty Clarrise is a bonus."

"Okay, I'll give you that last one. That is a bonus." Church agreed.

"Um, Church, you basically humiliated Clarisse with toilet water, right?" Tucker asked.

"Yeah? Why?"

"Well, Clarisse is known to hold grudges. Don't you think she's going to go after you instead of the flag?"

"What? No…" Church said uncertain. "You're just overthinking it. That's just…"

"THERE YOU ARE!"

Church didn't need to turn around to realize who was yelling at him. He already knew that Clarisse la Rue had entered the area with her sword ready for him. Behind her were the rest of Red Team: Sarge, Grif, Donut, and Lopez.

"RETREAT!" Church commanded leading Tucker and Simmons behind the rocks.

"Don't shoot! It's me!" Simmons cried out.

Clarisse snickered. "You really think a couple of rocks is enough to save you from the daughter of the war god?"

"I didn't really think this through!" Church cried out. "Give me an effing break!"

"Oh, I'll give you a break all right." Clarisse said. "You, the pervert, and that chicken, Simmons."

"I don't want any part of this!" Simmons yelled.

"Simmons?" Donut asked. "Oh, hey, Simmons. Why didn't you tell me it was you?"

"What?" Simmons asked before sticking his head out from behind the rocks. "Donut, I did tell you it was me."

"But you didn't say you were you. You just said 'I'm me'."

"But I AM me."

"But you didn't say you were you. If you had said you were you instead of 'I'm me', I would have known you were you. You just kept saying you were me."

"That's because I'm me!"

"And thus ends another meeting of the pronoun club." Grif said. "Same time next week, everybody."

"Enough catterwalling!" Sarge said. "Let's light these blue candles!"

"But Sarge, I'm not a blue!" Simmons pleaded.

"And that's what a blue would say!"

"Well, what would a red say if he wasn't a blue?"

"Of course, you wouldn't know that, you dirty blue!"

"Would everyone just give it a rest!" Clarisse said. "I've got a newbie to pulverize." She moved on closer to the rocks when Church popped his head up.

"Wait! There's one thing you seem to have forgotten."

"And what's that?" Clarisse asked entertaining the idea.

"That!" Church yelled as he pointed his finger far behind Clarisse. The daughter of Ares turned around to see nothing only to realize that Church took the opportunity to run across the river.

Clarisse didn't like being tricked. She turned her angry face back toward Church and chased after him. Simmons and Tucker did their best to stay out of her way just barely missing her pass by. She didn't even acknowledge them as she ran by.

"Poor Church." Simmons said.

"Well, better him than us." Tucker said.

Just then, the rest of Red Team moved around the rocks and pointed their weapons at Simmons and Tucker.

"That's far enough, dirtbags." Sarge said.

"Okay, you assholes, you got us." Tucker said. "But what do we get?"

"You? You're our prisoners?" Grif asked. "All you get is humiliation and shame."

"We already got that." Tucker said. "What else do you got?"

The Red Team exchanged looks before turning back. "Well, what do you want?" Sarge asked.

"Um… To be let go?" Simmons asked.

"Not a chance." Sarge replied.

"Then how's about you admit that you all suck?" Tucker asked.

"…What if we just admit that one of us sucks?" Sarge asked.

"Yeah." Grif said. "Wait, who's going to admit that?"

The answer was obvious to everyone.

Chruch meanwhile didn't make it far down the river. He had a slow run out of stepping ankle-deep into the water below him. That gave Clarisse enough time to catch up to him. Church was caught by surprise when Clarisse struck him with her sword knocking him over. When he fell in the water, he looked at the big, bloody gash in his arm.

"Hey! The rules say, no maiming!" Church cried out.

Clarisse shrugged smugly. "Oh, well. Guess no dessert for me."

"WHO CAME UP WITH THIS CAMP'S STUPID RULES?!" Chruch yelled out.

"Bye, bye, newbie!" Clarisse said raising her sword.

Church raised his arms to pathetically shield himself, but suddenly, the loud, distant sound of a horn echoed throughout the camp. The sound caught Clarisse's attention before she could attack. She had a surprised and frustrated look on her face that Church saw.

"What? Oh, come on! I was so close!" Clarisse complained lowering her sword.

"Why? What just happened?" Church asked. "Remember, I'm the new guy."

Clarisse sighed. "Our flag's been captured. Your dumb team wins."

Church let out a surprised expression. "Really? We win? How?"

Clarisse sheathed her sword and pulled Church up by his shirt. "Come on. We don't want to miss it."

Clarisse dragged Church back with the other Reds and Blues. And they came across something clearly unusual. Grif stood at the center with a deadpan expression on his face. He sighed and recited.

"I would just like to let everyone know… that I suck."

"And?" Tucker asked.

"And that I'm a girl."

"What else?" Simmons asked.

"And I like ribbons in my hair… and I want to kiss all the boys."

"What did I just walk into?" Clarisse asked aggressively.

"Oh, hey, Clarisse." Sarge said. "We were just negotiating the enemy's surrender. And I say, it must be the best surrender of all time."

"This isn't a surrender, you idiot!" Clarisse said. "Didn't you hear the victory horn? We lost."

"Oh. Is that what that horn means?" Sarge asked. "I just naturally assumed that was somebody's alarm clock."

"Why would you even…" Clarisse stopped and sighed. "You all have got to be the most pathetic demigods ever… of all time."

"Wait. So we won?" Simmons asked. "I'm actually winning something? Woo-hoo!"

"Oh, yeah!" Tucker cheered. "I'm gonna see if the ladies at Aphrodite cabin would like to hang with a winner."

Clarisse groaned angrily again and lead everyone back to the center of the forest.

The Reds and Blues returned to the center of the capture the flag area where Annabeth held the enemy flag high above her head. Chiron and Mr. D were there to congratulate her. Church, who was confused, went over to approach her.

"Hey, what just happened? How did we win?"

"Oh, this?" Annabeth asked waving the enemy flag she stole. "Athena always has a plan. Actually, in some small way, you had a hand in our victory."

"What do you mean?" Church asked.

Annabeth held up her other hand which held a Yankees cap with the letters "N" and "Y" on it overlapping each other. "This is a magic hat my mom gave me when I was younger. If I put it on, I become invisible. I used this to sneak over to the enemy's side and swipe the flag from them. My only problem though was Clarisse. She's usually protecting the flag, but I had you to fix that. I knew that after your scene in the bathroom, she would go after you without thinking. That's why I stationed you to the far side of the game area."

"What?" Church gasped. "So you just used me? As a diversion?"

"Well, it's not like I hang around you for your brains."

"Excuse me?" Church was getting irritated now. "Do you have any idea what you put me through? Clarisse slashed my arm!"

Annabeth looked at both of Church's arms putting on a confused expression. "Which arm?"

"What do you mean, which arm? This one right…" Church stopped himself after raising his right arm and seeing a clear, uncut forearm that used to have a big, bleeding cut. "Hey. Where'd it go?"

Annabeth took a moment to think, but her eyebrows were raised as a thought scared her. "Church, there was a river where you were, right? Did you set foot in it after you were struck by Clarisse?"

"I guess so." Church said. "Why? What does it matter?"

"Oh, no." Annabeth gasped. She looked around and saw another puddle on the ground. She dragged Church and had him stand in the puddle.

"Oh, great. Just what I needed. More wet socks." Church said. He then noticed all the surprised faces of everyone in the camp. Even Chiron and Mr. D looked like they were caught off-guard. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

"Kid," Mr. D said, "Look up."

Church raised his eyes and saw something hovering above him. It was a green light formed into the shape of a trident.

"What is this?" Church asked. "What the eff is going on?"

"You were just claimed," Chiron said, "By your father, it seems."

"My father?" Church asked.

"Poseidon, Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses." Chiron revealed. "Hail Leonard Church, Son of the Sea God."

At first, Church was rising in excitement. Even he's heard of Poseidon, one of the most powerful gods in the Greek world. But then, his expression changed to confusion as he saw all the concerned campers who whispered and muttered among them.

"What's up with them?" Church asked.

"Well…" Tucker said. "We don't really get a lot of Big Three kids here with us."

"More like we never had one like you enter the camp." Annabeth said. "This isn't a common occurrence these days. This is bad."

"What? How is this bad?" Church asked.

"Right. Okay." Sarge said. "I'm going to tell you something just as respectful as I would any Blue… Zeus wants you dead and he's about to destroy the whole world because of you."

"WHAT?!" Church yelled out. "WHY?!"

"We'll tell you later, Church." Chiron said. "Right now, I need all cabin leaders to meet me in the Big House to discuss this."

Right when Chiron finished, one last person rushed out to meet his fellow campers. "Hey, everyone!"

"Caboose?" Church asked. "About time you showed up!"

"Where were you, dum-dum?" Mr. D asked. "You were supposed to be with your team for the game."

"Well, I was off to help Church find his arrow… And now, everything is going to be good forever!"

"What are you talking about?" Mr. D groaned in annoyance.

"Oh, right. Where are my manners?" Caboose asked. "I haven't even introduced him."

"Introduced who?" Annabeth asked with concern.

Caboose turned back to the forest he just left and whistled. "Pepper! Come here, boy!"

The sound of many breaking tree branches echoed before a dark figure walked it. It was a black hound the size of a rhino with lava-red eyes and fangs like daggers. There was a bandage cloth wrapped around its right front leg. Everyone stared in fear at the beast, even Chiron and Mr. D.

Caboose however was the only one who wasn't afraid. He smiled up at what was clearly a giant hellhound even though it could easily eat him whole with one bite. "Everyone, I would like you to meet Pepper! Pepper, say hello."

The hellhound growled and bellowed out a large, demonic bark. Every camper quickly drew out their weapons ready to fight, but Caboose stood in the way.

"Easy there! Bad Pepper! Heel!"

The hellhound turned its red eyes at Caboose before hiding away its fangs. It then sat resting its tail onto the dirt much to everyone's surprise.

"Good Pepper." Caboose said before casually looking back at everyone. "So what's new with you guys?"

*RvB Greek Tales*

Caboose on Pandora's Box:

"Hello. My name is Michael J. Caboose. I am here to tell you a story thanks to a guy named ENDDRAGON369. Now, I like dragons, so I like you already. You wanna be friends?"

"Caboose, focus."

"Oh. Hey, Simmons. What's new with you?"

"Caboose, you're supposed to tell the story. ENDDRAGON369 has requested you tell the story of Pandora."

"Right. So, once upon a time. There was this Spanish-speaking girl. She had a talking backpack, a talking map, and a monkey best friend."

"What? Caboose, I said Pandora, not Dora the Explorer. You know, the girl with the box?"

"Oh, okay. Thanks. So there was this girl, and she was given a box. She was told not to open it, but she couldn't wait for X-mas, so she took a peek. Then, came the biggest jack-in-the-box in the world."

"No, no, no! Caboose, Pandora was protecting a box that had all the evil in the world! And when she opened it, it unleashed them all! That's how all the evil in the world started! Caboose, will you please get this right? We already got enough screw-ups with Sarge and Grif. Isn't there anything about Pandora's legend that you actually know?"

"Hmm… Ooh. I know there was still a light in the box."

"Oh. Good. That's actually right. You see, even though all the evil is released, there's still one light in the box. It represents hope. It's important to know that if the box is opened again and the light escapes, then all hope will be lost in the world. If you ever come across it, under no circumstances are you to open it."

"But what if it needs to pee?"

"It's a light, Caboose. It can't pee."

"What if it needs fresh sunlight to recharge?"

"Caboose, you heard me. Do… not… open… the box."

"…"

"I said no. Let's just wrap it up here before Caboose brings society into chaos. Remember, if you know a Greek legend you'd like one of us to tell, simply request it."

"And we'll give you five thousand dollars!"

"WHAT?! No, Caboose! We're NOT doing that! Just… Just send us story requests."