Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Pumbaa from the Lion King

A/N: Italics are either thoughts or flashbacks. Any misspelt words that which have the letters dragged out are meant to be that way.

Chapter 44

"We should definitely remove the boar head and replace it with something..." Connor mused in excitement.

Travis nodded, thinking hard. A 'light bulb' suddenly went off and he grinned. "How about we replace the boar head with Pumbaa's head?"

Connor snorted, laughing. "How are we going to do that?"

"Get some metal or wood from the Hephaestus cabin and carve," the older Stoll suggested with a mischievous grin. "It's easy."

He frowned for a while. "Won't people be getting suspicious? I mean we barely escaped from Lou..."

"Barely... But we still did right?"

Lou Ellen frowned. "Lucky coincidence," she tried.

Travis shook his head. "The truth."

"Since when did you speak, 'the truth?'" Katie demanded, suddenly coming into the discussion. "As far as I know, you almost never speak the truth."

"Hey Katiiieeeee," Connor greeted as if being drunk. He extended her name, dragging out the 'ie' sound with a booming grin.

"As far as you know," Travis repeated, correcting her on the next sentence. "But as far as me and my bro know, we've been telling the truth... With lies sandwiched between them like a burger!"

"You hate stereotypes hey Katiieeeeeeee?" Connor asked, the drunken accent still rolling.

The daughter of Demeter turned to look at him with a small glare. The son of Hermes grinned nervously, putting his hands in the air. When Katie rolled her eyes, he started to wave them around like 'he was the champion.'

"Then why you have to hate on us hey Katiieeeeeeee?" Connor asked, pacing around. "Just because we're sons of Hermes don't mean we lie all the time hey Katiieeeeeeee."

Katie opened her mouth to argue but then closed it. They're right, she realized with a frown. That's the first time they're right... She looked around, expecting dramatic music to start playing like in the movies, where the heroine had just realized something. The hero music never came.

Connor stared at Katie, grinning mischievously as if he knew what she was thinking. "We're right hey Katiieeeeee?"

"You know what, Connor, Travis?" Lou Ellen spoke all of a sudden as if she had been thinking all of this time. "Just keep to our agreement and I'll forget about the entire prank thing, whether you did it or not."

"You didn't need to tell us," Travis told her truthfully, a massive grin spreading across his face. "Besides, we're not the pranksters. Maybe, we're the traders. The ones who sell stuff for money?"

"Yes, no, maybe, I don't really care Stoll," Lou Ellen replied, shrugging. "Keep to the deal."

Travis mock saluted to her retreating figure.

"Barely..." Travis repeated again, snapping back to reality. "We need an excuse bro."

"We've been smuggling!" Connor shouted as soft as possible. It ended up as a hiss. His eyes lit up. "We can say we've been trading items to the prankster-"

"Whose identity is unknown," Travis added with a satisfied grin. "Except for being really short and having curly hair."

Connor returned the grin, nodding his head like he was listening to some beats on his headphones. He let his older brother continue.

"Trading items for money in return, and if they ask for proof, we'll show them the money that we'll steal from a wealthy person," Travis continued, his eyes lighting up.

"They'll ask for some profit though," Connor complained. "Ten percent depending on what deal we strike with them."

"We'll steal more money then," the older Stoll replied 'wisely.'

"Ah."

The Stolls stood in quietness for a while, enjoying the silence while contemplating the idea.

"I think it's a great idea," Connor stated.

"I know it's a great idea," Travis said, correcting his younger brother's statement. "It's only a backup plan though, remember that."

"Right you are sir."

"And we all know that I look like a 'sir,'" Travis grumbled. "And we all know that people hate stink bombs when it's directed towards you... Especially when it's directed towards you when a crowd is around."

Connor's eyes glinted like shining jewels. He clapped his hands proudly, making sure not to fall of the tree branch he had been sitting on the past hour.

"I know one!" Connor shouted excitedly, anticipating his brother's reaction. "How about whenever one of the Ares kids spar with someone else, they will always lose?"

"Now that," the older Stoll spoke. "Is what I like to call, a Stoll idea."

"And a Stoll idea is what I like to call an awesome idea."

"And an awesome idea is what I like to call a Stoll idea."

"And a Stoll idea is what I like to call an awesome idea."

"I say we put Percy and Annabeth in charge!" a random camper shouted.

"AYE!" came the loud affirmative response.

Connor yawned, leaning his head on one of the leaves in comfort. He closed his eyes, hoping that more ideas would come to him quickly. They didn't. Sighing in disappointment, he rolled over to the side...

"OW!"

"Tsk tsk little brother," Travis tsked, staring down from above. "You have so much to learn from sitting in the trees."

The older Stoll started to walk on one of the thick branches, basically showing off 'awesomeness' by presenting the fact that he could walk on branches. He stood on one leg...

"OW!"

He hit the ground with a loud thump and he groaned in pain when he collided with some rocks.

"Tsk tsk big brother," Connor spoke in aggravation, still lying down on the ground. "You have much to learn for falling from the trees."

"And that's why the Fates paired us up together to be bros," Travis concluded with a grin, the pain subsiding.

There were a few moments of silence, as they stared at the sky.

"What about painting their cabin pink?" Connor suggested. "And then we could write in white: The desperate wish of a cabin makeover has been done. Your number one wish has been fulfilled girls!"

Travis burst out laughing, snickering on the ground as if he were having a seizure. It was obviously approved as a Stoll idea.

"Four ideas so far," Travis said, somehow managing to say that while not laughing.

"Too little," Connor decided.

"Meh. We'll figure out more ideas later."

The younger Stoll nodded his head in agreement.

"You know, I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my day like this," Travis said, breaking the comfortable silence they shared. "Being a roadblock to annoy people."

"Yeah well they'll be dealing with a sleeping roadblock," Connor replied, closing his eyes and leaning down on a rock for a pillow.

"Great."

The two brothers sat there, right in the middle of the path, one asleep and the other intently watching like an owl ready to pounce. They were both planning on doing that for the rest of the day until Katie came, her footsteps pounding on the ground.

"And of course I'm chosen to get them for the counselor meeting," Katie muttered under her breath. "Get up."

They didn't move- Connor because he was sleeping. Travis just blinked at her owlishly in an innocent way. It was their way of saying: you'll have to do better than that.

A/N: Sorry for the really late update, even though it's Spring Break. I had writer's block. Also, if you can, submit Ares cabin ideas in a review or PM, they're all appreciated. Thanks for all the support!

(There's a poll on my profile asking which story I should put on hiatus. 'The Return of Perseus Jackson,' 'Unknown,' and 'Keeping up a Facade,' have all already been updated, and people reading those have been informed.)

Random Person with No Name: I'm sorry but there won't be any Connor/Lou Ellen romance in this story.

Pokemonchen: Yeah that was the only thing I could come up with... A random unnamed person sounds about right.

Kifo Entiegon: Thanks for all the ideas!mavum: Thanks, but not all of the pranks were my idea. Most/some come from all the readers and reviewers, so also thank them. Thanks though!