So now all Percy had to do was bore Argus half to death. But what would bore Argus? "I know," thought Percy. "Every day I've ever been to school, except for the fieldtrips and monsters!"
So Percy headed for the Big House. He down into the basement to find Argus-half asleep, half awake, reading a magazine- on a beach chair.
"Hey Argus! Guess what!"
"Yes, Perseus Jackson?"
"The most amazing thing happened; I got permission to distra- err, occupy you while you guard the ice- whatever it is you're guarding," lied Percy through his teeth.
Argus should have known something was up, but he was bored, so he listened in.
"Yes, Perseus, please, go ahead."
And so Percy proceeded to tell the single most boring story in the world—his childhood—and pretty soon, all of Argus's eyes were closed. Until now, Percy had failed to realize that Argus in the legend had died, but it was a clear now. He knew he had to wake up Argus before it was too late!
So quickly, he swiped the ice cream from the freezer, hid it behind an empty strawberry crate, and nobody was the wiser.
Now, to wake up Argus.
"Youhoo, Argus! Wake up! WAKE UP!" shouted Percy.
"Whu- Percy? I fell ASLEEP! Why didn't you get me up sooner, now Chiron will kill me!"
"Nah, 's okay Argus, I'll keep it a secret."
"Really?"
"Yup, see you later!" called Percy as he ran off with the ice cream.