A/N: New iLive The Good Life Chapter!

"Sam, I think we took a wrong turn!" Freddie said.

"I know where I'm going!" Sam shooed him off.

"No, you don't!" Freddie pressed.

"Do!"

"Don't!"

"Do!"

"Don't!"

"Do!"

"Don't!"

"D-"

"QUIET!" Carly shouted. "Freddie, do you remember where we were right before we got off track?"

"Salem, Oregon." Freddie responded. "Interstate 5 northbound."

"And where are driving now?" Carly asked.

"Oregon...coast highway." Freddie replied, his eyes getting wide.

"Can we take another vacation?" Gibby asked. Before anyone could answer, Sam jerked the steering wheel to the right and the car screeched to a stop outside a shabby seafood restaurant.

"Mama wants to eat!" Sam said, exiting the green four door Civic. Everyone else reluctantly followed Sam Benson into the dilapidated restaurant.

"Did you have to pick this place?" Freddie hissed.

"We'll get some to go." Sam shrugged.

"Steven?" Carly asked, with rage boiling inside her.

"Uh...hey Carly..." Steven sheepishly replied. "Look, I'm-"

"Save it." Carly said. "I'm married."

"Oh, you are?" Steven asked. "Guys, come out." A group of large burly men with tattoos came out from the back kitchen.

"Were you messin' with Steve here?" One of the men interrogated.

Freddie could see a slight amount of worry in Sam's eyes, and he looked into them. He gave a nod, which was ever so small. Sam smirked.

Sam and Freddie took off running toward the restaurant's exit. Sam threw Valerie's keys behind her.

"WE'LL CALL YOU LATER, GUYS!" Freddie yelled back, referring to Carly and Gibby.

Sam abruptly picked up Freddie and threw him into a rotted wooden beam. She could see that it was important to the building's structural integrity.

"Sam!" Freddie shouted.

"I'll make up for it later!" Sam shouted, picking up Freddie again and barrelling through the exit. After a short distance, she dropped her husband and they ran down the beach.

"Hey, there's some jet skis for sale!" Sam observed, pointing to two the two old watercraft on the beach.

"Yeah, why don't we escape a bunch of tough guys on jet skis?" Freddie sarcastically responded.

"Just come on, Fredward!" Sam commanded.

Sam jumped over a couple sitting in two beach chairs on the way there, also knocking over their umbrella.

"Sir?" Freddie tried to talk to the man selling the Jet Skis.

"Yeah?" The man answered.

"Are you-" Freddie started, but he was cut off by his significant other.

"Just sell us these jet skis!" Sam cut in.

"Gimme 200 each." Tilly said. Sam handed Tilly four 100 dollar bills.

"Alright, I'll get the titles." The man said, reaching into a bag.

"Who are you?" Freddie asked.

"Tilly." Tilly replied.

"Oh yeah, my friend Spencer told me about you." Freddie said.

"He's a good friend of mine." Tilly replied.

"Just sign here." Tilly commanded. Sam and Freddie signed the titles, and Tilly gave them the bag. Sam found some rope inside and tightly tied it to the back of her jet ski.

"They're coming!" Freddie frantically shouted.

"Well, let's get the hell outta here, Frednub!" Sam shouted back, beginning to push her jet ski into the Pacific Ocean.

"Tilly! How much gas did you put in these?" Sam yelled back.

"Both are full!" Tilly yelled. Sam smiled, starting her jet ski.

"Hurry up, nub!" Sam yelled. Freddie's jet ski roared to life, and the Bensons were now on their way back to Seattle.

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