Who Let the Gods Out? Book 3: Beyond the Odyssey

‘. . . and no one is to froth cappuccinos with a thunderbolt, no one is to turn anyone into a warthog and no one is to fart the national anthem. Are we clear?’
Elliot spoke sternly to the array of ancient Greek immortals cleaning his kitchen. For most people, this might be odd. But for Elliot Hooper, this was just another Friday.
‘Roger that – receiving loud and clear, old boy,’ said Zeus, King of the Gods, scraping the grease off the oven with the tip of a golden thunderbolt. ‘Bestest behaviour. You can count on us.’