I Have Some Extra Costumes-"

As He Fell Toward The Highway, A Horrible Scenario Flashed Through His Mind: His Body Smashing Against An Suv's Windshield, Some Annoyed Commuter Trying To Push Him Off With The Wipers. "stupid 16-year-old Kid Falling From The Sky! I'm Late!

Percy: I’ll Walk Down To The Cabins And Connor And Travis Are Stealing Stuff From The Camp Store, And Silena Is Arguing With Annabeth Trying To Give Her A New Makeover, And Clarisse Is Still Sticking The New Kids’ Head Into The Toilets. It’s Nice That Some Things Never Change.

I Looked At The Campers, All Of Them Grim And Determined. I Tried Not To Feel Like This Was The Last Time I'd Ever See Them All Together. 'you're The Greatest Heroes Of This Millennium,' I Told Them. 'it Doesn't Matter How Many Monsters Come At You. Fight Bravely, And We Will Win.' I Raised Riptide And Shouted, 'for Olympus!' They Shouted In Response, And Our Forty Voices Echoed Off The Buildings Of Midtown.

Doesn't Miss Many Meals, Does He?" Zeus Muttered. "tyson, For Your Bravery In The War, And For Leading The Cyclopes, You Are Appointed A General I. The Armies Of Olympus. You Shall Henceforth Lead You Breathren Into War Whenever Required By The Gods. And You Shall Have A New...um...what Kind Of Weapon Would You Like? A Sword? An Axe?" "stick!" Tyson Said, Showing His Broken Club. "very Well," Zeus Said. "we Will Grant You A New, Er, Stick. The Best Stick That May Be Found." "hooray!

I Seriously Needed An Extra-strength Magic Pillow, Because My Ba Refused To Stay Put. [and No, Sadie, I Don't Think Wrapping My Head In Duct Tape Would've Worked Either.]