Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters Page #6

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South.

Over here.

Annie! Hey!

It's the Chariot of Damnation.

Looks like a New York City cab.

Same difference.

No dollars, no credit cards.

Drachmas only.

Exact... Change... Please.

Chop, chop! Get in the cab.

We just had this cab sanitized

for your protection.

It wasn't this year, though.

Excuse me,

we're trying to get to Florida.

Our kind of fare. Pricey.

Hey, there.

This is Ganymede, cupbearer to Zeus.

And when I'm out buying wine

for the lord of the skies...

I always remember to buckle up.

Maybe we should have flown commercial.

Look out!

Calm down.

If we didn't know what we were doing...

We wouldn't be licensed.

They don't have eyes.

Yeah.

- I know, awful picture.

- Bad hair day.

We do so have an eye.

It's around here somewhere.

The last time I saw it, you put it

in the glove compartment, Anger.

Don't use that tone with my name.

It's not there this time.

Wasp always puts it with the keys.

- And it's 20,120.

-So is mine!

Shouldn't the driver get the eye?

She'll be fine.

Tempest, split!

Percy!

We paid extra for that option.

The kid is right.

The driver should have the eyeball.

He's a freaking genius!

You're the one that put it in the visor.

While it's on the table,

I haven't had a turn in quite some time.

Oh, no, you didn't!

Yes, I did.

Hands on the wheel at least, okay?

- We're all gonna die!

- Pipe down.

Didn't that prophecy say

you're gonna make it till at least 20?

You know about the prophecy?

- Sure.

- The Oracle is a friend.

- We're besties.

- B-F-F!

EVE! Eye! Eye!

Gross! Get it off me!

What do you know about the prophecy?

No!

Okay, okay.

30. 31, 75,12.

What?

Percy, you got your answer!

All I got were numbers.

- Yes.

- You'll know...

When it matters.

I think we're a little short on drachmas.

What?

What do you... think we're...

running here?

A charity?

- Get your cheap butts...

- Out!

- Get your cheap butts...

- Out!

That was...

I know.

Awesome! Can we go again?

We're definitely not in Florida.

I think we're in Olympus.

Hail to you, great Zeus!

Forgive our trespass on Olympus.

We're seeking transport to Florida.

Zeus?

Zeus?

Zeus?

Whoa, stop it, stop it, stop it!

This isn't Olympus, okay?

This is the Capitol building.

We're in Washington, D.C. Okay?

It looks like Olympus.

Right down to the dudes with power

who only care about themselves.

We need to find a bus station.

First we need to get some money.

Hey, there,

valued half-blood account holder!

Sign up for our new Aphrodite Express

credit card, and you can--

Can I get four

venti half-caf no-whip lattes?

And an extra shot of nectar.

Nectar?

If you haven't had,

then you haven't lived, buddy.

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