Little Men

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What is going on in here?

What is this mess?

Didn't you all promise me

you were gonna be quiet?

Melissa, put your phone away.

Put it away right now!

What is this doing out?

I asked you to be quiet.

And look at you.

Jacob, what is that?

It's the sky, Mr. Plummer.

A green sky with yellow stars?

It's Camp Jupiter's sky.

Now, watch out, Jacob.

Van Gogh ended up

cutting off his own ear.

Quiet. I said quiet, everybody!

Jake! Over here.

Oh!

Hey, hey, hey. Look at you.

What happened?

Your parents are going to be

coming home very late tonight.

Come on, let's go.

We'll pass by Papaya King

on the way home.

Yes.

Jardine residence, good evening.

Good evening.

And who am I talking to?

- Who is this?

- This is Sal Bartolini.

I'm an old friend

of Max Jardine's.

- Is this Jacob?

- Yes.

Oh, Jacob,

the last time I saw you,

you were a little baby.

I guess you're all grown up now.

Mm.

Is your dad at home?

Or your mom?

No, they're not home yet.

Look, I'm sorry to hear

about your grandfather, Jacob.

Max and I knew each other

for so long.

We met when we were about your age.

You must be what, like, ten now?

Thirteen.

He was such a dear old friend

of mine, your granddaddy was.

Do you know

when the service is gonna be?

What service?

Well, the funeral.

I imagine there's going

to be a service soon.

- Hold on a second.

- Who is it?

I don't know.

Can I help you?

Is that woman

waiting for us?

No, she rents

the store downstairs.

Antonio!

Are you and Dad serious

about us moving here?

Jake,

let's talk about it later.

I really don't wanna move

to Brooklyn.

Hi, Mrs. Calvelli, Brian Jardine.

- We've met.

- Of course.

I'm so sad for what has happened.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

Your father

was a such a wonderful man.

- He really was, you know.

- I know.

What do you want?

- This is my son, Antonio.

- Hi.

And I don't think

you've met my wife, Kathy.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- Nice to meet you. Leonor.

- I'm sorry, my hands are full.

Yeah, we're just having

a little reception upstairs,

- for some friends and family.

- Of course.

You know,

I grew up in this house.

When I was a kid, there was

a produce store down here.

I know, your father told me.

- Let me help you with that.

- Oh, thanks.

Ella the Harpy?

She's a nerd, but I

got a thing for redheads. Don't you?

Uh, I don't know.

- I'll take it.

- Oh, thanks.

- Tyson's such a douchebag.

- Oh, not in the end, he's not.

I just finished The Blood of Olympus.

I got the game. Wanna play?

- Now?

- Yeah.

I'd like to, but I can't.

It's my grandfather's funeral.

Yeah, I know.

I never know what to say

in these situations.

I think you're supposed to say,

"I'm sorry for your loss."

That's it.

- Here, could you carry this?

- Oh, yeah, sure.

- Sorry for your loss.

- Oh, that's okay.

Did you draw this?

Yeah, it's the sky

above Camp Jupiter,

- the day of the battle.

- You're a real artist.

Not really.

Yeah, you are. This is awesome.

- You got it, son?

- Yeah, I got it.

You know, you're gonna like

this neighborhood.

- It's become a very bohemian area.

- It's just a reception.

I know, but if you

move in, I can show you around.

My mom and I just live

a few blocks away.

I'm not sure we're moving in.

- Hi.

- Hello.

It's a dessert we make in my country

for special occasions.

I hope you like it.

Oh, my God,

you didn't have to.

Max loved this cake,

so I thought...

Come in, please.

You should come in.

- It's okay.

- No, please, I insist.

I just wanted to bring the cake.

I still have some paperwork

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