Paris and Helen have escaped the Trojan War and live in what is rapidly becoming a retirement village for ex-heroes, heroines, mythical creatures and villains of a time separated by large spaces of time.
Paris is unemployed and, due to the expensive tastes of his wife Helen, is forced to seek employment that might keep up with the cost of home making. Paris is not really destined to work and his first encounter with Hercules, followed by a visit to Andromache's Bar and Bistro, achieves nothing remotely resembling a job. It leads to a disjointed, humorous tour of the mythical world.
A hand-picked team of mythology's finest and dirtiest decide to take on the gods in drunken but democratic fashion. They train for the event and square up to the Olympian gods while Jupiter is on holiday and, though omnipresent, blissfully unaware. They obviously, though not necessarily intentionally, make a mess and cause a fair amount of structural damage. Which they follow up with a visit to the underworld involving more damage and problem-solving, brought on to a fair extent by the damage.
Jupiter is not happy with the state of his homestead on his return and throws a bit of a tantrum. The heroes are not entirely to blame for the mess but they are in the firing line for Jupiter's contempt of all things earthling.
The fate of the world hangs in the balance. Will Jupiter go ballistic or will he sulk? Will the heroes be annihilated or inebriated? Will there be a balance between heaven and hell again?
Will there even be a heaven or a hell?