"I'm under control," Thalia mutteted. "I'm under control."
We were only a few hundred yards away now.
"Brake." Apollo said
"I can do this."
"BRAKE!"
Thalia slammed her foot on the brake, and the sun bus pitched forward at a forty five degree angle, slamming into the canoe lake with a huge FLOOOOOOSH! Steam billowed up, sending several frightened nanaids scrambling out of the water with half woven wicker baskets.
The bus bobbed up to the surface, along with a couple of capsized, half-melted canoes.
"Well," Said Apollo with a brave smile. "You were right, my dear. You had everything under control! Let's go see if we boiled anyone important, shall we?"
