The Mysterious Case of the Missing Hat // Percy Jackson

✧ Two ✧

Well hello there!

Welcome to the imaginatively named part two of The Mysterious Case of the Missing Hat!

I hope you enjoy and again this is dedicated to Queen Bunny of Queeniness and all the fabulousness!

The Mysterious Case of the Missing Hat

Perseus 'Percy' Jackson was a sheriff of sorts to the little town of Olympus but that didn't mean he wasn't also a detective, and an excellent one at that- he certainly thought so anyway. He solved many crimes in his short two years on the job, such as who stole Jason Grace's golden coin, who Frank Zhang's secret admirer was, where Festus the lizard had scuttled off to, the list goes on.

Percy was very clever when it came to detecting, though he wasn't very good at keeping his mind on the case itself, he was easily distracted and fascinated by things quite easily. But this time, this was a matter of life and death. His hat's fate was at stake.

"Hello Mister Percy!" says Grover, the organic fruit shop owner placed beside the unofficial police station, Percy glances to him and feels practically naked without his top hat, "how are you this fine morn'?"

"No time for needless small talk sir, I am on a mission!" He yells and runs away, Grover blinks and starts to continue sorting out the oranges in front of him until Percy is running back to him, panting heavily. Grover blinks again and

"Percy!" Grover smiles, "what can I do for you?" He's a short little man with curly hair and pointed ears, a little goatee on his chin. Though Grover wasn't like Percy in many ways, just like a good portion of the town was. You see, Percy lives in a town occupied but not only humans but extraordinary creatures and people, like Grover. Where Percy had legs of a man, Grover has furry goat legs and hooves, a set of small horns upon his head.

"We have an emergency at hand my good man! An emergency!" Grover gasps and makes a panicked goat noise.

"I will shall go to the police, they will know what to do!" Grover falters as he starts to leave his stall then freezes, "Perseus, you are the police! What ever should we do? Is my stall in danger? My Lady Juniper?"

"Calm, friend, calm." Percy assures him- he was very good at this sort of thing, one had to be in order to be a police officer.

"Whatever is the danger, Mister Jackson, Sir?" Says Grover hurriedly, looking very protect over the oranges before him. Percy takes a deep breath, not wanting to break the terrible news to his friend, it was such a tragedy.

"My hat has been stolen! Theft I say, right from beneath by nose!"

Grover pauses, then tilts his head to the side, "your hat has been stolen."

"Preciously, my good satyr."

"And why is this an emergency?"

"I like my hat very much and she might be scared without me, I must rescue her before she is harmed!"

"Your hat's been stolen?"

"Yes! It's an emergency."

"Your hat...has...been...stolen."

"Yes, we seem to be dwelling on that still. We have the problem, now we must find the solution!"

"...your hat?"

"Mister Underwood, whatever is the matter with you, you being oh' so redundant!"

"Someone has stolen your hat?"

"No, my skirts! Yes, my hat! Your making my loss hurt so much more, please stop saying it!"

Grover raises an eyebrow then starts sorting his oranges again, Percy waves his arms around a bit in desperation but Grover is just chuckling to himself. Percy decides that Grover isn't going to be any help in his quest of the lost accessory and now he was laughing at him, the cheek!