I guess it wasn't everyday they see a yellow lifeboat with no engine going a hundred knots an hour, manned by three kids.

What are you thinking? Nothing. I mean...a lot of things. Kind of all at once.

We wandered the halls of an infinite magic nursing home, led by a hippo nurse with a torch. Really, just an ordinary night for the Kanes.

Good fighting with you, Seaweed Brain." Ditto.

Makes us appreciate blessing, not be greedy and mean and fat like Polyphemus.

Hope," Frank grumbled. "I'd rather have a few good weasels.

I sat up in bed. "What did he say?" Tyson groaned, still half asleep. He was lying facedown on the couch, his feet so far over the edge they were in the bathroom. "The happy man said...bowling practice?" I hoped he was right, but then there was an urgent knock on the suite's interior door. Annabeth stuck her head in--her blonde hair in a rat's nest. "DISEMBOWLING practice?