"Are we there yet?" Sam asked.
"What is so exiting about Webicon?" Spencer asked.
`"I just want to be there for the fried chicken and canned cheese."
"I love meeting our fans. I hope that our next biggest fan is not like Nora." Carly said.
"Yeah, she was a real psycho." Sam said.
"Why would someone want to lock somebody else in their basement?" Spencer asked.
"She said something about how she had no friends and that when we are with her she is popular." Freddie said.
"What is this green thing?" Carly asked.
"That must be the taco that I lost five years ago." Spencer said.
"EWW!" Freddie, Carly and Sam screamed.
"May I see it?" Sam asked.
"Sure." Spencer said.
"Thanks.' Sam said as she put the moldy taco in Carly's purse.
"What was that for?" Carly asked Sam.
"Sorry, but I became bored."
"You could have talked to us instead of putting that moldy taco into my purse."
"Yeah, but I had to move."
"You could have stretched."
"I hate stretching."
"You are one weird person."
"Say that to Spencer."
"Why?"
"He creates some of the weirdest things on this planet."
"It is called art, and I love it."
"Thanks Carly." Spencer said.
"I think that you should smell my purse and find out why I am grossed out." Carly said.
"Why?"Sam said.
"Smell it."
"No."
"SMELL IT!"
"Okay, fine. Ugh, it smells like my cousin's house."
"I can't believe that you said that about your cousin."
"Have you ever been there?"
"No."
"It smells like this."
"It smells like moldy tacos?"
"Yes."
"You have one weird family."
"I know right?"
Carly sighs being grossed out. Hmm. What does this button do? Sam thought to herself.
"Sam! Don't…" Carly said. Sam pressed the button before she could finish her sentence.
All of a sudden all of the tires went flat. Carly starts to cry. "What's wrong?" Sam asked her.
"My purse now has the smell of mold, and we are going to be late to Webicon." Carly said.
"Does anybody have a cell phone?" Spencer asked.
"Why? Did you leave yours at home again?" Carly asked.
"Yes."
"Luckily I have one."
"Good."
"What is the number?"
Spencer whispers the number to Carly. "Allright I will dial that number." Carly said as a truck zooms past them like a cheetah.
The cell phone flies out of Carly's hand. Luckily, Sam caught it. "Good save." Carly said as sam gave the phone back to her.
Carly dials the number and tells them to send someone to replace the tires. "The person said that they will be here as soon as possible to change the tires on our car."
"Great! We are saved!" Sam screamed. "Mama wants her food."
"I hope that they will hurry up so that we can get there in time to meet our fans. I would be devastated if we didn't make it in time.
About ten minutes later the tire truck came. It took them about twenty minutes to get their work done.
After the truck lift Carly said, "Finally, we can now be on our way again, Sam." She said as she turned towards Sam.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Do not press that button again. Please."
"Sorry, but I was curious. I promise that I will not become curious this time."