After Spencer finally had the bright idea of calling Sam's mother to authorize her release, he took off his boobs (they were chafing) and drove them all home from the mental hospital. Carly glanced in the rear view mirror, smiling at her friends. Sam and Freddie were on opposite sides of the car, chins on fists and staring out of the windows in deep thought, but still holding hands in the middle of the seat.
"Awwwww."
Sam sighed and looked away from the window. "Carly, are you going to be doing that a lot now?"
" 'Fraid so," she nodded.
"Ahhhh, fudge balls," Sam cursed.
"Hey, that reminds me," Freddie turned, frowning like he'd forgotten something. "Has anyone seen Brad? It's been three days."
The four exchanged looks and shrugged.
In a darkened library, a tall boy with shaggy brown hair stood in silence, chewing thoughtfully on his last piece of fudge and glancing at his watch.
"That two-headed frog must be awesome," he muttered. "Ahhh, man, I can't believe I missed it."
The End...?