Here is part 3! Yip-hee! Thanks to one of my reviewer's suggestion, I decided I would make my chapters longer. So, enjoy!

Zeus' POV

"Since you want to go so badly..." I began, a smirk playing on my lips. "...truth or dare?"

"Dare!" my arrogant brother shouted, not about to let himself look like a coward in front of everyone.

This is going to be good. Now, what will I have my brother do? I could ask him to drink out of a toilet but... no. He might like that (being the sea god or whatever he is, I could care less). Perhaps I could ask him to jump in a giant pot of boiling acid. Yes! That will do.

"I want you to jump into a giant pot of boiling acid," I told him. Poseidon's confidant smile melted off his face.

"No dad! Just... NO!" Apollo shouted. I groaned. Honestly, I expected this kind of protest from one of my daughters, not Apollo.

"What is it Apollo?" I asked exasperated.

"That's not the proper way to dare him! You say, 'I dare you to jump into a giant pot of boiling acid' not 'I want you to jump into a giant pot of boiling acid'!" Apollo corrected.

"Apollo!" Artemis screeched.

"What?" he asked.

I sighed and, not wanting to hear another one of their fights, I said, "Poseidon, I dare you to jump into a giant pot of boiling acid."

"And they said I have the psychopathic tendencies," Hades mumbled. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Sure, like you haven't chosen that punishment for one of the ghosts yet!" I argued, feeling the need to defend myself.

"He's done it several of time," Persephone muttered. It looked like a fight was about to ensue between Demeter, Persephone and Hades and I lost my patience.

"Just jump in the damn acid!" I growled at Poseidon. Reluctantly, he got up and left. I turned to Hermes and said, "Can you make sure he does it?"

"Sure... but dad?" he asked.

"Hmm?"

"Can I film it?" he asked, pulling out his caduceus that was now in the form of a video camera.

"Yes! It's been forever since we filmed a god jumping in acid!" a male's reptilian voice said. That would be George.

"Isn't that a good thing though?" a female's reptilian voice chided. And that would be Martha.

"Of course, of course. By the way Hermes, can I get a rat to eat while we're filming? Sort of like snake popcorn?" George asked.

"So, can I?" asked Hermes again. I shrugged.

"Sure, why not?" I said. He smiled and zipped off. After he had left, I noticed Hera giving me the stink-eye.

"What?"

Hermes' POV

I zipped into one of Hephaestus' warehouses that Poseidon had chosen so he can fulfill the dare. Uncle P was standing on one of those metal cat walks. It was right above one of the (many) pots of boiling acid. Honestly, I'm not even sure why Hephaestus has giant pots of boiling acid just sitting around. I think it's secretly all just part of his aesthetic; not that he'd admit that. It wasn't long before Uncle P turned and saw me. He looked pretty shocked.

"Hermes?" he asked, surprised. I smiled.

"Yep! I'm here to make sure you go through with the dare!" I said, gleefully.

"And the camera...?" he questioned, gesturing at the camera in my hand. I glanced down at it then back at him.

"Oh, I'll be filming this just for fun," I said, shrugging. For some reason, he didn't look too thrilled about this.

"Right..." he said. "That's... great."

I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. Poseidon turned back around and walked to the edge of the cat walk.

"Wait! Wait!" I shouted. I lifted up the camera and turned it on. "There! Now we're good."

"Super," Uncle P muttered although this time I was sure he was being sarcastic. Huh, what a baby. Apollo and I always do great with our dares, with minimum whining too!

"Ready? Set. Action!" I shouted. Uncle P glanced at me then he looked down at the acid and grumbled something about "stupid nephews" and "cameras." I chose to ignore that. He bent down, ready to spring when I shouted, "WAIT!"

"WHAT NOW?!" he demanded in anger that could be rivaled with dad's.

"When you jump in, don't scream! No matter how much it hurts because it'll hurt even more when it gets into your mouth and starts burning it," I told him. He groaned.

"Thanks for that valuable piece of information," he said, rolling his eyes. He got ready to jump again.

"One more thing!" I said real quick.

"What now?!" he demanded.

"I just wanted to wish you good-luck!" I told him. As he got ready to jump again, I thought about what I would do with this tape. Maybe I could sell it to other gods for twenty drachmas! I could already think of at least three immortals who would love to have it. Namely dad, Uncle Hades and Athena. Uncle P leaped off the podium and jumped into the pot of acid. I'm pretty sure his screams could be heard by the rest of Olympus.

I sighed and made a tsk, tsk sound with my lips as I shook my head. I told him not to scream...

'Kay, 'kay! Next chapter will be Hera daring someone. Hmm, she has been known to put people(gods or other) through some pretty horrible stuff. I wonder what (and who) she'll dare...