Disclaimer: See ch.1.....and/or possibly 2

A/N: Sorry about the delay. I'm just easing back into it.

Summary: Uh....basically just continuing what happened in the first two chapters of the story....because, this is the third one, like.....

Homer was now sitting behind the desk and Zeus was standing in front of him, head still miles away.

"So," Homer crossed his legs. "What're we going to do about this then?

"About what, mister?" Zeus(y) replied, still acting all innocent.

"You know about what!" Homer shouted, making thunder clap in the ceiling. Zeus screamed girlishly. "About why you don't remember why I'm here in the first place!"

"Wait!" Zeus cried. "I've just remembered what it was I wanted you for!"

"Really? Homer leaned forward, placing his elbows on the desk, and putting his chin in his hands.

"Yeah," Zeus was trying his hardest to be sincere. "But I need my chair back before I can tell you,"

"Look, Zeus, if that is your real name, I'm not into bribery or blackmail of any kind." Homer had put on his 'business-type' voice. "Why would you need a chair just to....uh.....tell me stuff?"

Zeus was silent for a moment, thinking. "It's a guild thing,"

"Guild?"

"Yes, guild.....I mean union," He added hastily. "Sorry, but I've been around for a while, and the whole 'union' thing just never stuck. Can't teach a....god who's been around for a while new tricks, eh?" He laughed.

"Hey, Zeus," Homer stood up. "I just realised something. Something that could change the entire world!"

"Really? What?" Zeus asked, with interest.

"Dog is god backwards. That can only mean one thing-"

"Dogs should be worshipped as gods!" Zeus cried.

"Uh, yeah," Homer replied in a low voice, his eyes darting from left to right. "That's what I was thinking," He laughed fake-ly, then looked away.

"We'd better go tell the world right now! Starting with....Springfield!" Zeus turned to the door.

"Why do people always do that?" Zeus stopped walking. "What's so great about Springfield? Why not start in.....Hollywood?" Homer protested.

"Okay," Zeus started to the door again.

"No! I-I mean Springfield would be good. And they kinda need some publicity anyway...."

"Just make up your freakin' mind!" Zeus thundered.

"Tut tut,"Homer waggled a finger at Zeus. "Bad language should not be used when speaking to the guy in the chair,"

"Okay, you're right. Sorry," Zeus muttered, as he waited for Homer to catch up. "Now, come on, we'd better get to Springfield. Hmm, Springfield always sounded like such a great town. Where do you come from, Homer?" They started walking.

"Ummmmm..." Homer was wracking his brains trying to think of the last movie he had seen. Wayne's World! "Aurora,"

"Oh, cool. The city of lights, right, Chicago?"

"That's what the sign says," Homer laughed nervously.

Some Time Later.....

"So most people actually don't do this?" Zeus was sitting with his right ankle resting on his left knee. He was very much relaxed, clearly well used to travelling by cloud.

"Uh, y-yeah," Homer was not so used to it, this being his first time, and he was looking straight in front of him so he didn't see the height at which they were.

"I just can't believe it. I don't think I'd be able to live that way" Zeus chuckled. "I suppose that's why I'm up there and you're all down there," He said, gesturing at the ever-nearing earth.

"No, please, don't make me look down!" Homer cried, clutching the soft white cloud.

"But it always relieves so much stress. You know, calling someone into your office, letting them know how much you hate them, and then bursting them into flames. Or into a billion pieces. The latter being the messiest, of course,"

Homer nodded in response.

"Homer," Zeus turned himself around to face him. "do you know anyone who feels the way I do? Who just needs to get rid of the annoyance, and get over the problem?"

"Hmmmm......" Homer thought for a moment. "well, there is one person,"

"I must meet them! Do they live near Springfield?" Zeus started getting excited.

"Yes, but-"

"That's settled then!"