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Carly shrugged and said: "Maybe she's a good listener, since she can't talk… Oh, and not having any teeth might be a plus in her trade."
Sam, although a bit stunned, nodded.
We're gonna save him!
Day 1: Hotdog Heaven and those Seattle Blues…
The three and a half day bus trip was… well… a three and a half day bus trip. With all the adventure and excitement one could imagine happening on a bus for over eighty hours. At least they knew to sit in the front, away from the toilet in the rear of the bus.
Arriving in Seattle in the late afternoon, the duo got a metro bus schedule and found a small, cheap but clean motel. Their first thought was some sleep on a flat, horizontal bed after a shower. This would be their first shower since leaving North Carolina. Eww…
The next morning they took stock of their resources. They had enough money for a three day stay at the motel. If they were going to Save Freddie, it had to happen while they still had enough funds to keep from sleeping in the park. If Spencer would have still been in town, it would have been easier. He'd moved to San Diego though, and ran a thriving art gallery there. Melanie was in Chicago and Sam's mother hadn't been seen in years. They had never really kept up with their old High School friends, so, three days is what they had to work with.
Indeed, they were alone, nearly broke and friendless.
"Okay Carls, what's for breakfast? Momma's hungry!" Sam said.
"Crap!" Carly exclaimed.
"Crap? We've had that crap bus stop food for the last four days! Whadda you mean, crap?" Sam asked.
"Well… I sort of forgot to include food in the budget. Got any money left?" Carly whimpered.
"NO! And I am NOT going to starve! Give me your suitcase!" Sam yelled.
Sam took her suitcase and Carly's and dumped the contents on the bed. She then stormed out of the room, suitcases in hand. Carly didn't say a word. She had begun to have second thoughts about coming here. She sat on the bed dripping silent tears on the floor. In about ten minutes, Sam returned with a paper bag full of… hot dogs.
"Alright, here, eat up. We have four days of all you can eat hot dogs at that corner hot dog place. I got three for you, and six for me. Plus the one I ate on the way back here. We're gonna love hotdogs by the end of this week, but its food." Sam sighed.
"Where's our luggage?" Carly asked sheepishly.
"You're eating it, Shay." Sam snapped back.
"Hotdogs for breakfast…" Carly muttered.
"So do we have any money left, Shay?" Sam queried around a mouthful of hotdog.
"We have enough for bus fare for at least a week, so we can get around town. But that's it." Carly answered.
Sam sighed.
They finished their hot dogs and checked the bus schedule for the next bus heading towards downtown Seattle. Downtown Seattle was the location of the Benson Buildings. The Benson Buildings are the huge office complex that housed Benson Enterprises and the offices of its owner, Fredward Benson.
"Okay, we take bus 14 north, get off on University and take the 101 east. That will drop us off right in front of his office." Carly said.
Sam grunted.
They both left their motel room and walked the short distance to the bus stop. Making the transfer at University Street, they were soon standing in front of the Benson complex. The buildings were huge. They had seen them before, in pictures, but never this close. The four interconnected buildings with the covered courtyard were indeed daunting.
"So which building is his office in, Carly?" Sam asked quietly while looking up.
"All of 'em. See how they all connect at the very top? That's supposed to be where his offices are. And this building on the left is the main entrance. I guess that's where we go." Carly said.
Entering the glass and marble building, they noticed an information and receptionist desk in the center of the foyer.
"I'll handle this, Carl's." Sam stated as she walked toward the desk. As she neared the desk, she pasted on her best smile and nodded at the receptionist saying:
"Sam Puckett and Carly Shay too see Freddie Benson. We don't have an appointment, but he'll see us. Just call him up and tell him we're here."
The receptionist smiled sweetly: "Of course, and which of you is Carly and which is Sam?" She asked.
"I'm Sam, and this is Carly." Sam said nodding toward Carly who was next to her.
"I see…" The receptionist said. "Just a sec., and I'll call security for you." She continued while picking up a phone.
Almost instantly two gray clad guards came and took Carly and Sam by the arm, and walked them out the door.
Sam was livid. Unfortunately, both guards were huge. Carly wasn't stupid enough to pick a fight with either of them. Sam on the other hand was yelling:
"Hey! Stop that! What the… what are you doing?"
The guards deposited them outside the entrance, in the courtyard they had come from. One guard snarled:
"There! Go and join the rest of the Carly and Sam's over by the wall. But stay out of the building!"
The two guards turned and walked back inside. Carly's and Sam turned too see what the guard had meant when he said; 'join the rest of the Carly's and Sam's'. There must have been twenty pairs of women with bleached blond or tinted brunette hair that were trying to impersonate them.
"Sam! Would you look at that! Look at those freaks! Impersonating us! That's… that's… just awful!" Carly said.
Sam didn't say a thing; she just looked thoughtful for a moment and walked toward the group of imposters.
"Sam! Sam! What are you doing…?" Carly loudly whispered tagging along behind her friend.
Carly finally caught Sam's arm and stopped her, and said: "Something is going on here, don't tip them off so fast. Let's go back to the motel and see if we can figure this out."
Sam looked over at Carly, then back to the 'impersonators', and nodded her head.
Turning around, they walked back to the bus stop. While waiting for the bus, Sam said; "Let's get back to the room and make some calls. We've gotta find out why those gals are there."
The bus pulled up as Carly nodded in agreement.
Back at their motel room, Carly tried making some phone calls to any of their old high school friends that she could find phone numbers for. She got nowhere. Most didn't answer and the ones that did didn't know anything.
By now, Sam's stomach was growling loud enough to be heard.
"Time for dinner, Shay…" Sam said while opening the door, stepping outside and waiting for Carly.
The short walk to the hot dog stand was completed in complete silence. Carly could tell that Sam was pissed. Although she wasn't sure who Sam was mad at.
"Hey Neal!" Sam said walking up to the stand.
Neal, the owner of the stand, was slightly overweight and needed a shave. He smiled at the two women and asked:
"How many?"
Sam said eight, and asked for a cup of water. Standing at the counter, Sam and Neal chatted about nothing in particular while wolfing down one hot dog after another. Soon, the conversation came around to Benson Enterprises. Neal, who had been making non-committal grunts through most of their chat, perked up.
"Yep, I used to have the rolling hot dog stand there at the Benson building. Made a wad of cash everyday, all day. The rich kid, wasshisname, Freddie, used to come down every so often and get a dog or two from me… nice guy that kid is… His mother on the other hand… She ran me off, said the stuff I was selling was 'unhealthy'. What a raving bitch that woman is. Met my wife there. She still works there. She's part of the maintenance crew. She cleans the offices, takes out the trash and stuff." Neal said.
Sam stopped mid chew: "Your wife, she still works there?" she asked.
"Yeah, she does… so?" Neal said.
"Can she get us in the building?" Sam asked.
"Why do you need to get in the building?" Neal replied.
"Because we have to save Freddie! We're the real Carly and Sam!" Carly nearly shouted.
Neal took the cigar he had been chewing out of his mouth and began to laugh:
"Uh huh… yeah right… you and about ten thousand other Sam and Carly's. Prove it!" He grinned.
Carly opened her rather worn purse and pulled out her wallet. Removing her drivers license and an old picture of the three of the from the iCarly days, she handed them to him. Sam pulled out her wallet and showed Neal her expired driver's license also.
Neal looked stunned…
"Ho-ly… shit!" Was all he said.
Neal thought for a moment, and said:
"Well, regardless, you'll never get into see Benson. That old battleaxe mother of his has got it in for you two. Said both of you are bad influences and all that crap. She had the website you had taken down years ago. It's kind of like she wanted to erase you two altogether. What did you two want to save Benson from anyway?"
"This 'thing' he's getting married too, the La Gonga woman." Carly said.
Neal laughed. "Look, this La Gonga lady, she's made the papers everyday since that marriage got announced. Rumor has it that her chauffeur does more than drive that old hag around, if you get my drift. La Gonga is another of his mothers picks. Benson's mom wants him to be some kind of royalty. Supposedly this La Gonga gal can supply the title. The newspapers had a field day printing the dirt on the Countess. She was a working girl, expensive but still a whore until she married some hundred year old Count someplace in Europe. He croaked and now she's gone through all his money. She needs money and Benson's mom wants her boy to have a title. That's the deal. Ole mother Benson finally hushed it all up when she bought the newspaper and fired about half the staff. The TV and radio news guys got the idea it would be best to lay off the La Gonga story, so it all went away."
"How do you know all this, anyway?" Sam asked him.
"It was in all the papers for a while, and I told you that my wife is a cleaning woman there. She hears all the rumors and dirt. Then she comes home and tells me." He said.
"Well, can you get us in?" Carly asked.
"Why should I? What's in it for me?" was his retort.
"If you can get us in to speak with Freddie, we'll try to get you your hot dog cart spot back at his building." Sam said.
Neal thought about this for a moment and nodded his head. They made arraignments to have Neal's wife contact them that evening.
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