No, No,” Leo Said. “rainbows. Very Macho.

If You've Ever Tried Ba Travel, I Wouldn't Recommend It-- Unless Of Course You Fancy Turning Into A Phantom Chicken And Rafting Uncontrollably Through The Currents Of The Duat.

Facinating." He Broke Into A Wide Grin. "i've Discovered Something, Khufu. This Is Not Memphis, Egypt." Khufu Gave Me A Sideways Look, And I Could Swear His Expression Meant, Duh. "i've Also Discovered A New Form Of Magic Called Blues Music," The Man Continued. "and Barbecue. Yes, You Must Try Barbecue.

Laistrygonians. Cannibals. Northern Giants. Sasquatch Legend. Yep, Yep. They Are Not Birds. Not Birds Of North America.

Poison!" Grover Yelped. "don't Let Those Things Touch You Or..." "or We'll Die?" I Guessed. "well...after You Shrivel Slowly To Dust, Yes." "let's Avoid The Swords," I Decided.

I Blinked The Sleep Out Of My Eyes And Realized My Head Was In Khufu’s Lap. The Baboon Was Foraging My Scalp For Munchies. “dude.” I Sat Up Groggily. “not Cool.” “but He Gave You A Lovely Hairdo,” Sadie Said. “agh-agh!” Khufu Agreed.