Months after

After about three minutes of pelting the teens with coke cans, Mr. D. motioned for us to get in his car.
"Lets go, Ella and Peter!"
He can't even remember his own daughters name- his only daughter at that.
Bella entered the back seat, so I went into the passenger seat. Mr. D. stepped on the gas, and we drove out of the doors again (Running over one of the kids; he'll be fine).
"Where are we going?" Bella yelled over the radio that was blasting a song by Fall Out Boy.
Mr. D. sang along. "Thanks for the memories! blah blah... What did you say?" He looked back at Bella, somehow still able to dodge cars and obstacles perfectly fine.
'Where... Are we... Going?!"
"Oh! One night, yeah, a one more time! What?" He took his hands off of the wheel, and I hastily grabbed it, driving past a cop. The lights on top of the police car lit up.
"Mr. D!" I yelled.
"What? Oh!" He grabbed the wheel, and looked at me. "Thanks, Johnson."
Things started to shift. The car was going from an old station wagon into... A Plane?! We started to lift off of the run way.
"Mr. D!" I yelled, drawing riptide and stabbing the radio station.
"What?" He looked completely innocent, like we were not sitting in a transformer.
"Oh, right. I'm taking you all to Peter's house to get Annabeth," He said, pointing down.
"Then, we shall go to Olympus!" He pulled a lever, and my seat flew up, launching me out of the plane.
"Pull the parachute!" Mr. D. yelled as I started falling back down to Earth.
I pulled a red lever, and a giant parachute opened, with the Wine Dude's face on it, drinking Coke.

I landed directly on my roof, and unstrapped the seat belt.
I managed to get down to the ground in one piece, and opened the door.
Why did we leave it unlocked?
Annabeth had fallen asleep on the couch, and my mom was looking in the fridge in the kitchen.
"Annabeth!" I whispered, and she shot up.
"What? Where am... Oh, Percy." She put her hand on her head. :What time is it?"
"Mr. D. needs us. Come on."
She got out of her covers, and started to slowly creep behind me.
"And w=here do you think you're going?' My mom said, crossing her arms.
"Mom, a God needs us! We will be back!" I said.
"No! I don't care! Go to your room!" She pointed up the stairs. Dionysus burst through the door, grabbed my hand, and hoisted me out the door.
"Let's go, Peter! Did you get Anna? Ah, good!"
We got in the car/plane thing, and we lifted off, on our way to Olympus.
"Why are we going there?" Annabeth asked after I informed her of the situation.

Mr. D. frowned. "Almost all of the God's want you three dead."

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