Don't Worry, Be Hapi.

Once I Got Over The Fact That My Latin Teacher Was A Horse, We Had A Nice Tour, Though I Was Careful Not To Walk Behind Him. I'd Done Pooper-scooper Patrol In The Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade A Few Times, And, I'm Sorry, I Did Not Trust Chiron's Back The The Way I Trusted His Front.

Two U.s. Marine Skeletons Guarded The Doors. They Grinned Down At Us, Rocket-propelled Grenade Launchers Held Across Their Chests. "you Know," Grover Mumbled, "i Bet Hades Doesn't Have Trouble With Door-to-door Salesman.

Don't Underestimate Camp Half-blood.

Look, Ladies, We've Been Over This. I Don't Even Remember Killing Medusa. I Don't Remember Anything! Can't We Just Call A Truce And Talk About Your Weekly Specials?" Stheno Gave Her Sister A Pouty Look, Which Was Hard To Do With Giant Bronze Tusks. "can We?

Safety From What? Who's After Me?" Oh, Nobody Much," Grover Said, Obviously Still Miffed About The Donkey Comment. "just The Lord Of The Dead And A Few Of His Blood-thirstiest Minions.