A/N: So sorry for the long wait guys. I had exams and with my computer totaled there was no way to complete this or any other of my fanfics. So thanks to Guest, Fiction is the Truth, Bunearybunny, Annabeth and Percy Jackson, two other Guests, MrAppocoloypse, artemisisawesome, maidcrossdresser (the maid outfit was taking over this fanfic and turning into an overused cliche, but hey, yeah, I could bring it back), a-half-blood-with-attitude (out of curiosity, how many times in your life and when do you get to see a maid outfit?), and another Guest.

Now, to answer your questions, a lot of you want another Let's Show Everyone and I'd do one too but the thing is I'd like more material to be done and to work with while I make another one. So sit tight on that.

And as for the idea of having them use their powers, yeah, I'll also be working on that and you might see that sooner than another Let's Play and maybe something with the Gods or the girls too.

Imagine this scenario. One day you're just walking down a road and it's a fine day out when you come across a field. And on this field toils but a single farmer, who pauses from his work to look at you. He wipes the sweat from his brow and asks if you could lend a hand to help him for but a moment…

And now imagine that that farmer is Jason, Percy, Frank, or Leo. Given that despite four rounds of stupidity a victor is yet to be awarded, this is a task to decide who wins, and much more importantly, who loses this entire round.

The rules are simple enough. Each of the four will be pretending to be working on a plot of land a small distance from Camp Jupiter. A sign has been put out asking for volunteers for 'community service' and one person will arrive for each of the contestants. Not only must the say and do as they are told, they must also convince the volunteer to help them in whatever task the others have set up.

Failure to do so results in a penalty. And whoever stands at the end of all of this wins.

And another thing- the difficulty level on this task has been set higher than normal, for each of the jokers knows that they need to get the other one out.

Frank sighed. "These overalls make me look stupid."

"I wouldn't blame the overalls," Leo said. "Plus, I bet you look great. The sun keeps making this weird angle with the camera and there's a glare- oh wait, I fixed it."

"And you need to play the part, Frank," Percy said. "That's really important."

Frank saw that there was a camper, maybe about fourteen jogging towards him, in full battle armor as was the habit of all Camp Jupiter members.

"You needed help with something?" the guy asked.

"Yes," Frank said. "I'm glad you came."

"There's a paper bag in the left corner of the fields," Jason said. "Go and pick it up."

Frank peered inside the bag and then sighed. There was no way he was winning this, but depending on what the guys planned, this could get uncomfortable in a number of different ways.

"Take it out and tell him that you want him to wear it," Percy said.

And so, Frank took out a maid outfit. It was slightly less frillier than the other ones, but to compensate had more ribbons. "First off, I'm going to need you to wear this."

The guy didn't even say anything- he just turned around and left.

Leo had to turn off the microphone so that Frank wouldn't sustain permanent hearing loss given how loudly the three of them were laughing.

Frank however, was just kind of glad that the plan hadn't been to make him wear the outfit. If that happened, he would've probably refused given that he was going to lose anyway… but to think that he might have been forced to wear it for nothing. "By the way, I have a question- in case he actually agreed to it, what were you guys gonna do?"

When they had finally calmed down Leo switched the microphone back on. "Oh that, we had no plan. We didn't think anyone was going to do it."

Result: Frank fails.

Next up was Jason, and he busy trying to (or at least pretending to try to) a small hole for planting… something. Okay, he hadn't made up his cover very well.

Soon enough there was another camper who bounded up to him. Jason got up and said, "What brings you here?"

"You said that you needed a volunteer?" the guy asked.

"Yes," Jason said.

"So first up tell the guy that he needs to friend you on Facebook," Percy said.

"Okay, first step is you're gonna need to friend me on Facebook," Jason said.

"Why? I thought this was all about farming or something like that…."

"But it is about farming."

"But it is about farming," Jason said.

"Virtual farming that is."

"Virtual farming that is," Jason said.

"Tell him that you want him to friend you so that he can send stuff to your Farmville account," Percy said.

"The real reason that I need you to friend me is so that you can send stuff to my Farmville account," Jason said.

"Tell him how you really need it," Leo said.

"And see the thing is that I really need it," Jason said. "See, one of my friends is competing with me and there's no way that I can top him given with the speed with what I'm advancing so I really need help… but the thing is that I kind of don't have any friends."

"Now tell him that he needs to make several accounts, you know, like five or ten," Leo said.

"And the thing is that I kind of need to correct myself, you know, you're going to need to make like five or ten of them," Jason said. "One isn't enough- just make a few fake accounts and then friend me."

"Dude, that's a big waste of time," the guy said. "And I thought you needed help with real farming?"

"I do," Jason said. "You know, farming gold and other video game items. In that way."

"By the way, he's going to need to play for like four hours a day too so that he can properly help you," Frank said.

"And by the way, you're going to need to play for about four hours a day so that you can build up your account and that helps build up my account faster too," Jason said.

"I don't have time for that," the guy said.

"But come on, the other guy has like twenty people helping him," Jason said. "And I really need this victory."

"Tell him the other guy's a jerk and that you need to show him up," Leo said.

"And he's a really big jerk, and I need to show him up at least this time," Jason said.

"Really? What'd he do?"

"Jason, make up stupid stuff to be mad about," Percy said.

"You see, in kindergarten, he brought cupcakes for everyone except me on his birthday," Jason said.

"Dude, that was in kindergarten. You've got to let that go," the guy said.

"Make something even stupider," Percy said.

"Yeah, but do you know what happened recently?" Jason asked. "I was at his house and he, uh… well, I asked for a glass of water with an ice cube in it and he gave me a glass with two ice cubes… what kind of psychopath does that huh?"

"Maybe he just forgot and put another ice cube in," the guy said.

"Oh no," Jason said. "You could tell that he did it on purpose. He did it because he knew it would annoy me."

"And what's this guy's name?"

"It is Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen," Percy said.

"Uh, it's Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen," Jason said.

"The third," Percy added.

"His name is Suity Welbenharmermenjakob?" the guy asked.

"No, no, Smitty Werben-jager-man-jensen," Jason said slowly.

"Right, Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen," the guy repeated.

"The third," Jason added.

"See, that name sounds fake," the guy said. "And the thing is, I don't think that anyone can make the mistake of naming their son that name three times."

"But it is true," Jason said.

"And remember, he's number one," Leo said.

"And the thing is that he's always number one," Jason said. "And what does that make me? Number two. Or three. Or four, you know, you get the idea, he always wins and I always lose. Come on, I need this win."

"Okay, look, I'm not going to make a huge number of fake accounts or spend a few hours trying to help you win every day, but I can friend you on one account and maybe do some things to help you once in a while," the guy said.

"Uh, right, can you give me a minute?" Jason asked and then sprinted a few steps away and pretended to inspect something in the dirt. "Hey guys, does this count as a win?" he whispered.

"We wanted five to ten accounts," Frank said. "But if you can get him to make three, we'll give you the win."

"What? But that might be impossible!" Jason hissed.

"Yeah well, if it were any other round we'd give the win to you," Leo said. "But not this round buddy."

Jason walked back up to the guy and said, "Sorry, can you at least be three people?"

The guy shook his head. "Don't worry, you've got one follower with you at least. Maybe you could ask someone else?"

Result: Jason lost.

And now next up was the Valdez himself, and by the way, out of all four of them, he looked the weirdest dressed up in overalls.

But soon enough of course, a kid about twelve years old walked up to him. He wasn't even in his parade armor- meaning that he was probably a new camper.

"Hey there, someone needed some help, right, is that you?" the kid asked.

"Why yes," Leo said.

"So what's your problem mister?" the kid asked.

"Well, start by saying that you were growing stuff in your weed patch over there," Jason said.

"Uh, see kid, I was growing stuff in my weed patch over there," Leo said and pointed in some vague direction.

"You have a patch where you grow weeds? Why?" the kid asked.

"Oh wait you don't think I meant marijuan- I mean, yeah, it's really my carrot patch over there but so many weeds come up and I'm not able to pull them all out so you know, I call it my weed patch," Leo said.

"So you need to get it deweeded?" the kid asked.

"That's not a word, and no," Leo said.

"No, you need help in order to dig a huge hole," Jason said.

"I need help in digging a hole right here," Leo said.

"Oh yeah, sure, I love digging holes," the kid said. "How big is it supposed to be?"

"Tell him that you don't know the exact measurements," Jason said.

"But," Frank said, "you do know that it should be big enough to bury a human body in there."

"Well I don't know the exact measurements, in like, you know, feet or pounds or whatever, but it should be just about big enough to fit a human body in it," Leo said.

"And it should also be pretty deep, you know, so that the body would never be found," Frank said.

"And deep enough so that the body would never be found," Leo said.

"Yeah, you've read in the news about how bodies are found in shallow graves, so you want to go deep enough so that the grave isn't found," Frank said.

"Yeah, I've seen in the news and all about you know, they find a corpse in a shallow grave, so you know, approximately deep enough so that it'd never be found," Leo said nervously.

"Huh, that's a really odd way of telling someone how big a hole should be," the kid said. "But from what I know, you're looking for a hole about seven feet long, three feet wide, and at least six feet deep."

"Do I really want to ask him how he knows that?" Percy asked.

"Uh, out of pure curiosity… how do you know that?" Leo asked. "Like… any prior involvement in the business?"

"Nah, I just took the average person's, or I mean, a large person's measurements and thought that six feet should be deep enough," the kid said. "By the way, just was it that you need it for? And why were you telling me the story of your weed patch before?"

"Because the two of them are related," Jason said.

"Because the two of them are related," Leo said.

"How?" the kid asked.

"Well, Leo, you're on your own here. Make something up," Percy said.

"Uh, see, I uh, already pulled all the weeds out and I just want to bury them so they decompose and make ah, fertilizer, so you know, the soil's fertile and all," Leo said.

"Huh," the kid said. "Then why not just burn it? I thought you can create fire with your hands."

"Yeah, I can, but you know, air pollution," Leo said. "Yeah, that's right, air pollution. We can't let that happen. We'll just shred the weeds and dump them in the hole. And the thing is that I could do it by myself but it would go a whole lot faster if someone helped me."

"Uh, I guess I could," the kid said and picked up a shovel.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! This can't be happening again!" Frank said. "There's no way that Leo's managed to convince someone to do something that's probably criminal another time!"

"Well, it looks like he did it," Percy said, shaking his head. "Looks like we didn't make this hard enough."

"No, this was hard, that's kid's just stupid for bothering to still go through with this, like how much less subtle does it need to be?" Frank asked. "Do you want a signboard there that says- 'Hey, this guy is clearly a mobster or something?'"

Result: Leo passed this round!

And last up was Percy himself.

"Man, I can't believe that Leo go through somehow," Percy said.

"Aww yeah, that means that Jason and Frank are already losers," Leo said.

"That might be true, but Percy's gonna be joining us," Frank said with a grin. "We didn't make this one easy."

Soon enough, a girl about thirteen walked up an as usual, asked if Percy needed help with the farm.

"Yeah," Percy said. "I could use some help."

"Percy, say you need to spray something over your field to make your plants grow better," Jason said.

"I need your help in spraying something over my fields which'll help my plants grow better," Percy said.

"Now walk over there where there's a dark blue box and take whatever's inside it and show it to the girl," Frank said.

Percy walked over to the box. It was pretty big, almost as big as he was, and he opened the lid and sighed.

"Now, you need to sprinkle that over the fields," Frank said.

Now, you should probably take a break from reading this and think about what it was that could be in the black box.

Yup, take a good moment and think about it.

Yeah, just think about it some more.

Well, whatever it was that you thought of, it was probably wrong, because it was a bag of Cool Ranch flavored Doritos.

"I need to break these into small little pieces and sprinkle them over the fields," Percy said.

"You fertilize your fields using Doritos?" the girl asked.

"Not just any sort of Doritos," Percy said. "The Cool Ranch flavor only. You see, this is sort of my secret recipe for making plants grow well. It has special properties that help the soil uh, replenish nutrients and stuff."

"Wait, those have salt in them, right?" the girl asked. "I mean, they do have a lot of salt. Why would you put that into your fields?"

"What's wrong in putting salt in your fields, I mea-" at that Percy paused as he remembered a story about salt and fields, and he thought it was about Odysseus but he couldn't exactly remember what it was. "Well, yeah, normally putting salt is bad but if you put Doritos there are substances that neutralize its effects."

"I don't think that's how it works," the girl said. "And aren't these public fields? Like, are you really allowed to go ahead and do something like that without permission?"

"Sure I am," Percy said.

"By the way, Percy, you aren't," Leo said. "So if Reyna asks anything, none of us were here."

"But like look, my grandmother was Ceres, and I know a lot about gardening," the girl said.

"Oh, what were the odds of that?"

"And this sounds like a terrible idea," she said. "Sorry, but if you want to go and ruin your fields like that you'll have to do it yourself."

Result: Percy failed.

A/N: And so our sole victor standing is Leo, and the other three will be punished in the next chapter. Thanks for reading, and do please review if you liked!