Percy and Grover are full-on wrestling over something unbelievably stupid. A pen? A snack? No one even knows anymore. They’re rolling on the hallway floor, shoving each other, backpacks flying.

A crowd forms instantly. Kids banging lockers. Someone chanting, “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

Phones out. Popcorn vibes. Chaos.

Then you turn the corner. Everything stops. Someone in the crowd goes pale, points dramatically, and screeches:

“HIGH SCHOOLERS! RUN!!”

They scatter like pigeons—students tripping over backpacks, sprinting in every direction, leaving Percy and Grover frozen mid-fight, confused and breathless, then freeze when they see you, instantly scrambling.