[act two; chapter ten - ugly green guy named jealousy]
Percy woke up in a rowboat with a makeshift sail stitched of gray uniform fabric. Annabeth sat next to him, tacking into the wind. Just across from him was Andromeda who was leaning against the side of the boat with half-lidded eyes and a long cut across the left side of her forehead and another on the bottom right of her chin; they were swollen and red.
Those would definitely scar.
He tried to sit up and immediately felt woozy.
"Rest," she said. "You're going to need it."
"Tyson...?"
She shook her head. "Percy, I'm really sorry."
Percy couldn't help but look over at Andromeda who was barely sitting up and awake across from him. Her skin was pale and she had dark circles under her eyes, the cuts on her face not helping her appearance in any way. She was dazely leaning against the makeshift boat and every time the boat lurched, she hurriedly grabbed onto Annabeth's arm.
"He may have survived," the blonde said halfheartedly. "I mean, fire can't kill him."
Percy nodded, but he had no reason to feel hopeful. He'd seen that explosion rip through solid iron. If Tyson had been down in the boiler room, there was no way he could've lived.
He'd given his life for them, and all Percy could think about were the times he'd felt embarrassed by him and had denied that the two of them were related.
Waves lapped at the boat. Annabeth showed Percy some things she'd salvaged from the wreckage—Hermes's thermos (now empty), a Ziploc bag full of ambrosia, a couple of sailors' shirts, and a bottle of Dr Pepper. She'd fished Percy and Andromeda out of the water and found his knapsack, bitten in half by Scylla's teeth. Most of his stuff had floated away, but he still had Hermes's bottle of multivitamins, and of course Riptide. The ballpoint pen always appeared back in his pocket no matter where he lost it.
Andromeda turned her head away from her two friends, staring out at the water for hours, letting tears run down her cheeks.
It was too much.
Tyson was gone. She had a strange feeling that something was wrong at Camp. Her chest felt tighter and tighter and it was hard to breathe. Her nails dug into the palms of her hands, creating bloody crescents.
But who cared anymore?
Not Andromeda Storm, that's who.
Annabeth stared across the water and spoke up, breaking the bitter silence of the boat. "I'm sorry, Percy. I was wrong about Tyson, okay? I wish I could tell him that."
Percy had a tightening in his chest at her words, wishing that he could stay mad at her. Maybe he was a little mad at Andy too, she hadn't liked Tyson at first but turned out to really care for the cyclops. She just never said she did and that made the green eyed boy a little disappointed.
But then again, he wasn't one to talk. He had avoided and snapped at every comment about him and Tyson being related, he didn't get to be mad at the amethyst eyed girl. He deserved to live with his guilt, in his opinion.
"Annabeth, what's Chiron's prophecy?"
She pursed her lips. "Percy, I shouldn't—"
"I know Chiron promised the gods he wouldn't tell me. But you didn't promise, did you?"
"Knowledge isn't always good for you."
"Your mom is the wisdom goddess!"
"I know! But every time heroes learn the future, they try to change it, and it never works."
"My gods, would you two just shut up already?" Andromeda grumbled under her breath, not wanting to listen to their incessant bickering. "You both sound like five year olds right now."
"The gods are worried about something I'll do when I get older," Percy guessed. "Something when I turn sixteen."
Andromeda physically flinched at his words, cringing when he looked at her.
Annabeth twisted her Yankees cap in her hands. "Percy, I don't know the full prophecy, but it warns about a half-blood child of the Big Three—the next one who lives to the age of sixteen. That's the real reason Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades swore a pact after World War II not to have any more kids. The next child of the Big Three who reaches sixteen will be a dangerous weapon."
"Why?"
"Because that hero will decide the fate of Olympus. He or she will make a decision that either saves the Age of the Gods, or destroys it." Andromeda said cooly as she looked at her two friends, cutting into their conversation for the first time in hours of sitting in silence.
Percy let that sink in. "That's why Kronos didn't kill me last summer."
She nodded. "You, like another person who wishes she were deaf at this point, would be very, insanely valuable to him."
"But if it's me in the prophecy—"
"3 years, Percy. You've got 3 years to prove to the almighty Gods of Olympus that you're not some screw up, that they shouldn't kill you now to save their asses. They didn't think the prophecy would ever happen, but then you came along and well... here we are, sitting in a boat in the middle of the Sea of Monsters, three demigods, practically yelling at the world, "HEY WE'RE OVER HERE! COME KILL US!" So, you tell me, you wanna be monster chum or the best fucking hero in the last hundred years?"
On their port side, a spiky green dorsal fin about fifteen feet long curled out of the water and disappeared.
"See what I mean?" Andromeda gestured to the water, waving her hands around dramatically with a bored look on her face.
"This kid in the prophecy...he or she couldn't be like, a Cyclops?" Percy asked. "The Big Three have lots of monster children."
Annabeth shook her head. "The Oracle said 'halfblood.' That always means half-human, half-god. There's really nobody alive who it could be, except you."
"Then why do the gods even let me live? It would be safer to kill me."
"You're probably right about that, Fish Face." The elder girl smiled teasingly.
"Thanks a lot."
"Percy, I don't know. I guess some of the gods would like to kill you, but they're probably afraid of offending Poseidon. Other gods...maybe they're still watching you, trying to decide what kind of hero you're going to be. You could be a weapon for their survival, after all. The real question is...what will you do in three years? What decision will you make?" The daughter of Athena explained.
"Did the prophecy give any hints?"
Annabeth hesitated.
Maybe she would've told him more, but just then a seagull swooped down out of nowhere and landed on their makeshift mast. Annabeth looked startled as the bird dropped a small cluster of leaves into her lap.
"Land," she said. "There's land nearby!"
"Oh yay, make it even easier to kill us. We'll be on dry land, hallelujah. Can't wait to be tricked by some psychopathic old person."
Percy and Annabeth just stared at each other, then Andromeda, and back towards the seagle deciding not to question their friends' words.
Percy sat up. Sure enough, there was a line of blue and brown in the distance. Another minute and he could make out an island with a small mountain in the center, a dazzling white collection of buildings, a beach dotted with palm trees, and a harbor filled with a strange assortment of boats.
"Oh look, death island like Jurassic Park."
The current was pulling their rowboat toward what looked like a tropical paradise.
"Welcome!" said the lady with the clipboard.
She looked like a flight attendant—blue business suit, perfect makeup, hair pulled back in a ponytail. She shook our hands as they stepped onto the dock. With the dazzling smile she gave them, you would've thought they'd just gotten off the Princess Andromeda rather than a banged-up rowboat.
Then again, their rowboat wasn't the weirdest ship in port. Along with a bunch of pleasure yachts, there was a U.S. Navy submarine, several dugout canoes, and an old-fashioned three-masted sailing ship. There was a helipad with a "Channel Five Fort Lauderdale" helicopter on it, and a short runway with a Learjet and a propeller plane that looked like a World War II fighter. Maybe they were replicas for tourists to look at or something.
"Is this your first time with us?" the clipboard lady inquired.
Annabeth and Percy exchanged looks, Andromeda glaring at the lady. Annabeth said, "Umm..."
"First—time—at—spa," the lady said as she wrote on her clipboard. "Let's see..."
She looked us up and down critically. "Mmm. An herbal wrap to start for the young ladies. And of course, a complete makeover for the young gentleman."
"A what?" Percy asked as Andromeda let out a huff of a laugh.
The lady was too busy jotting down notes to answer.
"Right!" She said with a breezy smile. "Well, I'm sure C.C. will want to speak with you personally before the luau. Come, please."
Now here's the thing. Annabeth, Andromeda, and Percy were used to traps, and usually those traps looked good at first. So Percy expected the clipboard lady to turn into a snake or a demon, or something, any minute. But on the other hand, they'd been floating in a rowboat for most of the day. He was hot, tired, and hungry, and when this lady mentioned a luau, his stomach sat up on its hind legs and begged like a dog.
"I guess it couldn't hurt," Annabeth muttered.
Andromeda disagreed quietly, "Or it could."
Of course it could, but they followed the lady anyway. Percy kept his hands in his pockets where he'd stashed my only magic defenses—Hermes's multivitamins and Riptide—but the farther they wandered into the resort, the more he forgot about them.
The place was amazing. There was white marble and blue water everywhere he looked. Terraces climbed up the side of the mountain, with swimming pools on every level, connected by water slides and waterfalls and underwater tubes you could swim through. Fountains sprayed water into the air, forming impossible shapes, like flying eagles and galloping horses.
Tyson loved horses, and Percy knew he'd love those fountains. He almost turned around to see the expression on his face before he remembered: Tyson was gone.
"You okay?" Andromeda asked him. "You look pale."
"I'm okay," He lied. "Just...let's keep walking."
The girl nodded silently, gently taking one of his hands into her own.
They passed all kinds of tame animals. A sea turtle napped in a stack of beach towels. A leopard stretched out asleep on the diving board. The resort guests—only young women, as far as they could see—lounged in deck chairs, drinking fruit smoothies or reading magazines while herbal gunk dried on their faces and manicurists in white uniforms did their nails.
As they headed up a staircase toward what looked like the main building, Percy heard a woman singing. Her voice drifted through the air like a lullaby. Her words were in some language other than Ancient Greek, but just as old—Minoan, maybe, or something like that. He could understand what she sang about—moonlight in the olive groves, the colors of the sunrise. And magic. Something about magic. Her voice seemed to lift me off the steps and carry him toward her.
They came into a big room where the whole front wall was windows. The back wall was covered in mirrors, so the room seemed to go on forever. There was a bunch of expensive- looking white furniture, and on a table in one corner was a large wire pet cage. The cage seemed out of place, but Percy didn't think about it too much, because just then he saw the lady who'd been singing...and whoa.
She sat at a loom the size of a big screen TV, her hands weaving colored thread back and forth with amazing skill.
The tapestry shimmered like it was three dimensional—a waterfall scene so real Percy could see the water moving and clouds drifting across a fabric sky.
Annabeth caught her breath. "It's beautiful."
The woman turned. She was even prettier than her fabric. Her long dark hair was braided with threads of gold. She had piercing green eyes and she wore a silky black dress with shapes that seemed to move in the fabric: animal shadows, black upon black, like deer running through a forest at night.
"You appreciate weaving, my dear?" the woman asked.
"Oh, yes, ma'am!" Annabeth said. "My mother is—"
She stopped herself.
Their hostess just smiled. "You have good taste, my dear. I'm so glad you've come. My name is C.C."
The animals in the corner cage started squealing. They must've been guinea pigs, from the sound of them.
They introduced ourselves to C.C. She looked Percy over with a twinge of disapproval, as if he'd failed some kind of test. Immediately, he felt bad. For some reason, he really wanted to please this lady.
"Oh, dear," she sighed. "You do need my help."
"Ma'am?" Percy asked.
C.C. called to the lady in the business suit. "Hylla, take Annabeth and Andromeda on a tour, will you? Show them what we have available. The clothing will need to change. And the hair, my goodness. We will do a full image consultation after I've spoken with this young gentleman."
"But..." Annabeth's voice sounded hurt. "What's wrong with my hair?"
C.C. smiled benevolently. "My dear, you are lovely. Really! But you're not showing off yourself or your talents at all. So much wasted potential!"
"Wasted?"
"Well, surely you're not happy the way you are! My goodness, there's not a single person who is. But don't worry. We can improve anyone here at the spa. Hylla will show you what I mean. You, my dear, need to unlock your true self!"
Annabeth's eyes glowed with longing. Andromeda raised her hand slightly, "But... what about Percy?"
"Oh, definitely," C.C. said, giving Percy a sad look. "Percy requires my personal attention. He needs much more work than you."
Normally if somebody had told him that, he would've gotten angry, but when C.C. said it, he felt sad. He'd disappointed her. He had to figure out how to do better.
The guinea pigs squealed like they were hungry.
"Well..." Annabeth said. "I suppose..."
"Right this way, dear," Hylla said.
The girls gladly followed.
—🌊—
Andromeda had never really gone to a hair salon or gotten her makeup done before, she had never had anything like that before. But here she was, sitting in a chair getting ready for something, though she wasn't quite sure what. But she did like how she looked.
She had light makeup on and her hair was done, she was wearing clothes that made her feel good.
She felt good. She felt beautiful.
There was no doubt in her mind, nothing like the words she had heard. No one would call her ugly or a waste of space, no one would say she wasn't worth it or incapable of love.
She felt like she could tear the Gods from their thrones.
Suddenly she realized her thoughts and shook her head lightly, not liking the way her amethyst eyes seemed to darken.
Then, even if just for a moment, she forgot that she was dying.
And just like that, it was time to go.
Annabeth and Andromeda followed Hylla, the girl who had shown them to the makeover room, back to the room they were in before.
Annabeth's voice called: "Miss C.C.?"
Percy, now a guinea pig, didn't recognize the two girls in front of him.
Annabeth was wearing a sleeveless silk dress like C.C.'s, only white. Her blond hair was newly washed and combed and braided with gold. Worst of all, she was wearing makeup, which he never thought Annabeth would be caught dead in. Then his sea green eyes looked towards Andromeda and he thought he would faint.
Her long red hair was also freshly washed and looked like it was naturally curly once again, like it had been the summer before. She had light makeup and her eyes seemed a little brighter than the last time he had seen her. She was wearing a dress similar to Annabeth's, but a little different. There was a slit up one of her legs, ending about halfway up her thigh and the dress flowed around her legs, the sage green silk catching the sunlight perfectly. His eyes caught on the earrings that decorated her ears, the ones he had never realized were there before. She had five small gold hoops on each ear and a few others here and there, it almost made him want to smile. She made him want to smile.
And then the ugly green monster named Jealousy returned when he remembered she had a girlfriend.
He hated Jealousy.
But there was also something totally wrong about his friends when he looked at them. It just wasn't his Wise Girl or Lea.
Andromeda looked around the room and frowned. "Where's Percy?"
He squealed up a storm, but neither girls seemed to hear him.
C.C. smiled. "He's having one of our treatments, my dears. Not to worry. You look wonderful! What did you think of your tour?"
Annabeth's eyes brightened. "Your library is amazing!"
"Oh, your gardens are amazing! The grapevines and the flowers!" Andromeda rambled.
"Yes, indeed," C.C. said. "The best knowledge of the past three millennia. Anything you
want to study, anything you want to be, my dear."
"An architect?" Annabeth questioned.
"Pah!" C.C. said. "You, my dears, have the makings of a sorceress. Like me."
Annabeth took a step back. "A sorceress?"
"Yes, my dear." C.C. held up her hand. A flame appeared in her palm and danced across her fingertips. "My mother is Hecate, the goddess of magic. I know a daughter of Athena when I see one. We are not so different, you and I. We both seek knowledge. We both admire greatness. Neither of us needs to stand in the shadow of men. And you, Andromeda, my little dove. You possess magic that even I couldn't fathom. The magic to twist minds and one's perception of reality. The very fabric of the mind and belief."
"I—I don't understand." The amethyst eyed girl stumbled over her words, backing up slightly, her hands balled into fists.
Again, Percy squealed his best, trying to get Annabeth's or Andromeda's attention, but they either couldn't hear him or didn't think the noises were important. Meanwhile, the other guinea pigs were emerging from their hutch to check him out. He didn't think it was possible for guinea pigs to look mean, but they did. There were half a dozen, with dirty fur and cracked teeth and beady red eyes. They were covered with shavings and smelled like they really had been in here for three hundred years, without getting their cage cleaned.
"Stay with me," C.C. was telling them. "Study with me. You can join our staff, become a sorceress, learn to bend others to your will. You will become immortal!"
"But—"
"You are too intelligent, my dears," C.C. said. "You know better than to trust that silly camp for heroes. How many great female half-blood heroes can you name?"
"Um, Atalanta, Amelia Earhart—"
"Bah! Men get all the glory." C.C. closed her fist and extinguished the magic flame. "The only way to power for women is sorcery. Medea, Calypso, now there were powerful women! And me, of course. The greatest of all."
Andromeda's eyes turned dark quickly, like stormy clouds were building up. "Cerce." She spat.
"Yes, my dear."
Annabeth backed up, and Circe laughed. "You need not worry. I mean you no harm."
"What have you done to Percy?" The grey eyed girl asked.
"Only helped him realize his true form."
Annabeth scanned the room. Finally she saw the cage, and Percy scratching at the bars, all the other guinea pigs crowding around him. Her eyes went wide and they flickered towards Andromeda who was beginning to pull her ring from her finger.
"Forget him," Circe said. "Join me and learn the ways of sorcery."
"But—"
"Your friend will be well cared for. He'll be shipped to a wonderful new home on the mainland. The kindergartners will adore him. Meanwhile, you will be wise and powerful. You will have all you ever wanted."
Annabeth was still staring at Percy, but she had a dreamy expression on her face. She looked the same way he had when Circe enchanted him into drinking the guinea pig milkshake. He squealed and scratched, trying to warn her to snap out of it, but he was absolutely powerless. Andromeda however, had never looked so angry. Her eyes were darker than he had ever seen, swirling with a purple wine color, Percy quickly began to squeal louder.
He recognized that color. It was her madness powers. If they got dark enough it was like a bomb getting ready to explode—she was a ticking time bomb.
"Let me think about it," Annabeth murmured. "Just...give us a minute alone. To say good- bye."
"Of course, my dear," Circe cooed. "One minute. Oh...and so you have absolute privacy..."
She waved her hand and iron bars slammed down over the windows. She swept out of the room and Percy heard the locks on the door click shut behind her.
The dreamy look melted off Annabeth's face as Andromeda turned towards the door, Mania now in hand like she was guarding it, waiting for someone to enter so she could attack.
Annabeth rushed over to Percy's cage. "All right, which one is you?"
He squealed, but so did all the other guinea pigs. Annabeth looked desperate. She scanned the room and spotted the cuff of his jeans sticking out from under the loom.
Yes!
She rushed over and rummaged through his pockets.
But instead of bringing out Riptide, she found the bottle of Hermes multivitamins and started struggling with the cap.
Percy wanted to scream at her that this wasn't the time for taking supplements! She had to draw the sword!
She popped a lemon chewable in her mouth and threw one in Andromeda's direction, the girl catching it just as the door flew open and Circe came back in, flanked by two of her business-suited attendants.
"Well," Circe sighed, "how fast a minute passes. What is your answer, my dear?"
"This," Annabeth said, and she drew her bronze knife.
The sorceress stepped back, but her surprise quickly passed. She sneered. "Really, little girl, a knife against my magic? Is that wise?"
"Maybe not." Cerce looked towards Andromeda who was casually leaning against a wall, twirling Mania in her hand with her dark eyes sharply directed towards the sorceress. "But we're full of stupid ideas anyway."
Circe looked back at her attendants, who smiled. They raised their hands as if preparing to cast a spell.
Run! Percy wanted to tell Annabeth and Andromeda, but all he could make were rodent noises. The other guinea pigs squealed in terror and scuttled around the cage. Percy had the urge to panic and hide, too, but he had to think of something. He couldn't stand to lose his best friends the way he'd lost Tyson.
"What will Annabeth's makeover be?" Circe mused. "Something small and ill-tempered. I know...a shrew! And Andromeda, little dove, perhaps a dog!"
Blue fire coiled from her fingers curling like serpents around Annabeth and Andromeda.
Percy watched, horror-struck, but nothing happened. Annabeth was still Annabeth, only angrier. And Andromeda, well, she just looked bored.
The daughter of Athena leaped forward and stuck the point of her knife against Circe's neck as Andromeda moved towards the cage, standing protectively in front of it, looking down inside, her eyes scanning and trying to find the ones she recognized.
"How about turning me into a panther instead? One that has her claws at your throat!"
"How!" Circe yelped.
Annabeth held up Percy's bottle of vitamins for the sorceress to see.
Circe howled in frustration. "Curse Hermes and his multivitamins! Those are such a fad! They do nothing for you."
"Turn Percy back to a human or else!" Annabeth said.
"I can't!"
"Then you asked for it."
Circe's attendants stepped forward, but their mistress said, "Get back! She's immune to magic until that cursed vitamin wears off."
Annabeth dragged Circe over to the guinea pig cage and nodded at Andromeda who knocked the top off, and poured the rest of the vitamins inside.
"No!" Circe screamed.
Percy was the first to get a vitamin, but all the other guinea pigs scuttled out, too, and checked out this new food.
The first nibble, and he felt all fiery inside. He gnawed at the vitamin until it stopped looking so huge, and the cage got smaller, and then suddenly, bang! The cage exploded. He was sitting on the floor, a human again—somehow back in my regular clothes, thank the gods—with six other guys who all looked disoriented, blinking and shaking wood shavings out of their hair.
"No!" Circe screamed. "You don't understand! Those are the worst!"
One of the men stood up—a huge guy with a long tangled pitch-black beard and teeth the same color. He wore mismatched clothes of wool and leather, knee-length boots, and a floppy felt hat. The other men were dressed more simply—in breeches and stained white shirts. All of them were barefoot.
"Argggh!" bellowed the big man. "What's the witch done t'me!"
"No!" Circe moaned.
Annabeth gasped. "I recognize you! Edward Teach, son of Ares?"
"Aye, lass," the big man growled. "Though most call me Blackbeard! And there's the sorceress what captured us, lads. Run her through, and then I mean to find me a big bowl of celery! Arggggh!"
Circe screamed. She and her attendants ran from the room, chased by the pirates.
Annabeth sheathed her knife and glared at Percy.
"Thanks..." Percy faltered. "I'm really sorry—"
Before he could figure out how to apologize for being such an idiot, she tackled him with a hug, then pulled away just as quickly. "I'm glad you're not a guinea pig."
"Me, too."
He turned to Andromeda who looked like she was contemplating on whether to hug him or punch him, but she decided to hug him. She pulled away quickly and smacked the bag of his head.
"OW! What was that for?"
"Turning into a little rodent and scaring me half to death, Perseus. We're supposed to do these things together."
"What do you- I didn't have a choice!"
"Does it look like I care?"
It didn't.
"No, I don't." She quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek and stormed out of the room, leaving Percy standing there a dumbfounded, blushing, mushy brained fool who felt like his heart was about to combust in his chest.
"Come on, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said, fighting back a small smirk. "We have to get away while Circe's distracted."
They ran down the hillside through the terraces, past screaming spa workers and pirates ransacking the resort.
Blackbeard's men broke the tiki torches for the luau, threw herbal wraps into the swimming pool, and kicked over tables of sauna towels.
Percy almost felt bad letting the unruly pirates out, but he guessed they deserved something more entertaining than the exercise wheel after being cooped up in a cage for three centuries.
"Which ship?" Annabeth said as they reached the docks.
Percy looked around desperately. They couldn't very well take their rowboat. They had to get off the island fast, but what else could they use? A sub? A fighter jet? He couldn't pilot any of those things.
And then he saw it.
"There," He said.
Annabeth blinked. "But—"
"I can make it work."
"How?" Andromeda stared at him questioningly.
He couldn't explain. He just somehow knew an old sailing vessel was the best bet for him. Percy grabbed Andromeda's hand who quickly grabbed Annabeth's and pulled them toward the three-mast ship. Painted on its prow was the name that he would only decipher later: Queen Anne's Revenge.
"Argggh!" Blackbeard yelled somewhere behind them. "Those scalawags are a-boarding me vessel! Get 'em, lads!"
"We'll never get going in time!" Annabeth yelled as they climbed aboard.
"Have faith in us, Annie!"
Percy looked around at the hopeless maze of sail and ropes. The ship was in great condition for a three-hundred-year old vessel, but it would still take a crew of fifty several hours to get underway. They didn't have several hours. He could see the pirates running down the stairs, waving tiki torches and sticks of celery.
Percy closed his eyes and concentrated on the waves lapping against the hull, the ocean currents, the winds all around him. Suddenly, the right word appeared in his mind. "Mizzenmast!" Percy yelled.
Annabeth and Andromeda looked at him like he was nuts, but in the next second, the air was filled with whistling sounds of ropes being snapped taut, canvases unfurling, and wooden pulleys creaking.
Annabeth ducked as a cable flew over her head and wrapped itself around the bowsprit. "Percy, how..."
He didn't have an answer, but he could feel the ship responding to him as if it were part of his body. He willed the sails to rise as easily as if he were flexing his arm. He willed the rudder to turn.
The Queen Anne's Revenge lurched away from the dock, and by the time the pirates arrived at the water's edge, they were already underway, sailing into the Sea of Monsters.
Andy in her head the whole time at C.C's spa: TOLD YOU SO!
Well, this is easily my favorite chapter I've ever written for this book.
Did it take me three days to write the first bit? Yes it did, but it's cool cause then I felt like being sarcastic through Andy and it all worked out.
Does our favorite lovesick fool, Perseus something Jackson look at our lovely Andromeda Achillea Storm as just a friend? The ugly green guy named jealousy would disagree greatly.
Anywho, I actually have a question: when PJO comes out on Disney + and say it's good, would you be interested Lunacy but tv show version? I've been thinking about it and thought that might be interesting. Andy would still be the same and all that, just instead of following the books, it would be the show.
Just an idea. . . but I really hope you enjoyed this chapter!