[A/N]: So, this is my lovely new idea. Mainly because my first fanfic was a sucky, horrible, clichéd, BAD story about a daughter of Poseidon who fell in love with Nico, blah, blah, blah.

And so, it comes to this little mini episode within this story, like the "Prophecy" stuff. Because I am really out of ideas. Hurry! Quickly! Someone give me ideas for a parody! Because I have reverted to the Daughter of Poseidon thing again. Sigh.

Lacey Jackson, Part I

…in which Nico will now try to kill Percy because of Happy Meals…

Percy Jackson was pretty sure bratty little kids couldn't be demigods. Spoiled five year olds just didn't fit the image of a group of battle-hardy, let's-go-kick-some-monster-butt, tough children of the Greek gods.

But there she was, Lacey Jackson, one Hades of an annoying girl, who just couldn't keep her mouth shut.

Percy closed his eyes and wished it was all a dream. The girl must've bewitched the camp borders, he reasoned. Made them think that she was a demigod, even though she was actually a mortal. Because there was no way she could be a half-blood.

"PERCY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Percy forced his eyelids open and groaned. Standing next to him, shouting in his ear was—you guessed it— Lacey.

"I WANNA PLAY WITH A TOY! GIVE ME A HAPPY MEAL TOY!"

Percy was pretty sure that he was going deaf by now. "Sorry, Lacey," he grumbled. "I don't eat Happy Meals. Why don't you ask Nico or something? He has plenty—"

As soon as those words were out of his mouth, Percy wished desperately that he could take them back. Nico was going to kill him, invulnerability or not. Unfortunately, the girl's green eyes were already glittering with excitement…not a good sign, in case anyone was wondering.

"NICO HAS HAPPY MEALS?" she yelled into Percy's ear.

Percy backed away, rubbing his ears fiercely. "No, no! That's not what I said!"

If he could get her to believe that, then he would be safe from mutant skeletons chasing him everywhere for the rest of the week. It wouldn't be too hard, right? She was only five. She wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. She was not going to go and haunt Nico down right? She couldn't—

Lacey narrowed her eyes. "I don't believe you."

Percy froze. "Nico doesn't have any Happy Meals!" he lied desperately. "Why would he? Happy Meals are for little itty-bitty kids like you. Not awesome, deathlike twelve year olds. Yeah—"

"In fact," she continued brightly, ignoring everything Percy had just said, "I think I'll go find Nico and get some Happy Meal toys from him."

Helplessly, Percy watched her run off, towards a certain figure wearing black in the distance.

Nico was so going to kill him.

…

Minutes later, as Percy was slouching off, trying to avoid going anywhere the son of Hades, he ran into Annabeth.

She stopped him immediately, and looked at him, concerned. "Percy, what's wrong?"

Percy pointed mutely at the distance, towards the outline of a small girl attempting to strangle a much older and taller boy. Annabeth's jaw dropped into an O and she shook her head pityingly. "Who's she after?"

"Nico…" Percy said gloomily. "Because she wanted Happy Meal toys…and I accidently let it slip that he had some."

Annabeth stared at him in disbelief. "I feel very sorry for you," she said finally. "If Nico doesn't get you first, then one of his zombies will."

"Yep," Percy agreed. "So, what do we do now?"

Annabeth opened her mouth to respond, but she was suddenly almost knocked over by a terrified Nico running for his life.

"It's her!" the boy gasped after he had apologized to Annabeth. "She's coming! We're all going to die! Help me!" The son of Hades wrung his hands frantically and tried to hide behind Percy, just as Lacey walked by.

"Hi Nico," she said in a dementedly sweet voice. "Can I have a Happy Meal toy?"

"Hey, Lacey," tried Percy. "Why don't you go to Chiron and ask him, or something? Yeah…I'm sure he'll have something for you."

The five year old pouted, and glared at Percy. "I wanna Happy Meal toy from Nico!"

Nico made a cross between a squeak and a muffled call for help. Lacey's gleaming eyes turned to him, and she giggled an abnormally high giggle, even for a little kid. "You can't hide from me, Nicky-Poo," she sing-songed.

Nico cringed, and started backing away. Percy, however, stood there, amused. "Nicky-Poo?" he asked. "Ahaha, that's such a cute nickname."

Nico looked like he wished the ground would swallow him like it did to his skeletons and enemies. "Help…" he whimpered.

Percy continued chortling until he felt beady eyes staring at him. He looked down, and Lacey was right in front of him.

"YOU LIED!" she screamed.

All over camp, campers turned to stare at Percy. For a little kid, Lacey had a pretty loud voice.

"Eh…how?" was Percy's intelligent response.

"YOU TOLD ME NICO HAD HAPPY MEALS! YOU TOLD ME HE'D GIVE ME ONE! BUT YOU LIED!"

Silence fell over the group. Nico turned to Percy, his eyes burning with hatred. "Percy? Did you really…?"

The other boy nodded slightly, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

"I trusted you!" cried Nico, taking the front of Percy's shirt and shaking the older boy back and forth violently. "I trusted you! And now…you subject me to this torture? How could you, Percy? How—"

"Boys," stated Annabeth firmly. "Why don't we have this conversation later? Right now, I suggest we all…"

She paused, and stared at Lacey. Nico stopped trying to kill Percy and followed her gaze. A disgruntled but otherwise unharmed Percy did the same a few seconds later.

Lacey's eyes were glowing bright green, and her clothes were smoking.

"You. Did. Not. Give. Me. My. Happy. Meal." she growled, causing the hair on Percy's arms to stand up.

"Eh…" mumbled Annabeth. "What I was saying…how 'bout we go now and—RUN!"

As gallons of icy water rushed after the trio, the said three took off running for their lives.

Wait…gallons of WATER?

Percy turned back, ignoring Annabeth's hiss of "Are you crazy?"

Water…that's not good…

Percy waved his hand and all the water disappeared, revealing a very angry, yet totally dry, Lacey.

Oh no. Oh no. Please don't tell me…

But too late. Above the bratty little girl's head shone a trident.

The sign of Poseidon.

Oh gods…

The last thing Percy remembered was the ground rushing up to meet him as he fainted away in sheer terror.

[A/N]: Ho hum.

Next up, "Lacey Jackson, Part II"

Yep. Agh, I'm running out of ideas…o.O

Review please :)