A/N: LadyJames - You'll just have to see (:
WhiteSnowCrystals - Thanks for checking it ot! Glad you like the story.
"Is that someone trying to break into one of the cars?" Carly asked.
"No shit!" Sam shouted. "Carly, watch the triplets for a second please."
"Uh...sure thing." Carly said.
"HEY! WHOEVER'S TRYING TO STEAL MY CAR IS ABOUT TO GET PUNCHED!" Sam yelled.
"Oh my god, someone's stealing Carly's wagon!" Freddie exclaimed. Sam's outburst caused the thief to freeze for a second, but he soon resumed the attempt to steal Carly's car. The criminal was a bald asian man and he reeked of raw meat.
"Get-away-from-that!" Sam shouted, kicking the thief to the ground and pinning him. Freddie started calling the police while that was happening.
"I'll be back in a second, Sam. You think you can hold him?" Freddie asked.
"You know I can, Fredward!" Sam shouted.
"Fredward? Really?" The thief said, laughing.
SLAP!
"Shut the fuck up, scumbag." Sam commanded. Then she finally heard sirens in the background, and Officer Jenkins pulled up to the curb.
"Well, well well! If it isn't Chris Watanabe!" Jenkins said, pulling Chris up and handcuffing him. "Looks like you're in more trouble, dumbfuck!" Chris was thrown into another police car, and driven off.
"Sorry he caused you guys trouble. He's one of the most known criminals in Washington." Jenkins apologized.
"Not a problem, officer. Glad you could get here fast."
"I brought some backup, but it doesn't look like we'll be needing it. All of his posse is in custody already. Who's car was broken into?" Jenkins inquired.
"My best friend's. Her name is Carlotta Shay." Sam answered.
"Info on the car?" Jenkins questioned, pulling out a notepad.
"2012 VW Jetta Sportwagen, automatic." Freddie answered.
"Not too old. Is Carlotta Shay on the premises?" Jenkins interrogated.
"Yup, and I wonder why the fuck she hasn't come out yet. Didn't you let her know, Freddie?" Sam asked.
"I tried, but she was taking a shower when I went inside." Freddie sheepishly said.
"Just go get her, Frednub!" Sam told her husband, who walked inside the house.
"Did you just call him Frednub?" Jenkins asked.
"Yup, it's a long story." Sam said. Just then, Carly came running out.
"Is my car going to be okay? Will it be impounded? Where's the guy that did this? How am I-" Carly asked, panicking.
"Excuse me, are you Carlotta Shay?" Officer Jenkins calmly questioned.
"Yes, you can call me Carly." Carly replied, finally cooling off.
"Your car was broken into about 15 minutes ago. The thief shattered the driver's side window, and destroyed the car's ignition switch. The criminal, Chris Watanabe, is in custody. He'll be covering the damages, but I'm afraid that your car can't be driven anywhere due to the ignition problem. It looks like your friends here have a few cars you can use. Well I'll be going. We've got to interrogate Watanabe, and not just for this crime."
"Thanks, officer." Carly sincerely said as Jenkins got into his cruiser.
"Thank you guys for getting that guy caught. How about I treat you to some Cheesecake Warehouse tomorrow night?" Carly offered.
"Sounds good, Carls." Sam and Freddie accepted. As everyone walked back into the house, Sam's phone beeped.
"Time to feed Mama!" Sam realized.
"Which one?" Freddie snickered.
"The tarantula, you nub!" Sam said, playfully punching Freddie. "And you're helping me!"
"Ugh, what does she eat again?" Freddie asked.
"I think we'll feed her grasshoppers tonight." Sam said, picking up a bin of grasshoppers on their back porch.
"Dang, Sam! How'd you collect all these?" Freddie questioned, surprised.
"Mama knows how to trap animals." Sam responded. "You're going first."
"Why?" Freddie whined, walking to the blond haired spider.
"Just in case she bites you, and you know she eats live prey." Sam said.
"Ugh, fine!" Freddie gave in, dropping some grasshoppers into Mama's pen.
"Damn! She's an attacker!" Spencer shouted, walking to the room. "That grasshopper didn't stand a chance!"
"Aggressive, just like Mama." Sam smiled.
"You're gonna be doing it tomorrow." Freddie said."
"Eh...it's kinda fun anyways. Carls, do you wanna stay or go home?"
"I want to put my car in my storage unit at Bushwell, if possible." Carly said.
"I-HAUL should be open, even this late. I'll use the Caravan and get a tow dolly. Gibby can go with me." Freddie told Carly.
"Thanks, Freddie."
"No problem. GIBBY!" Freddie said, walking out the door.
"Huh?" Gibby asked, falling down the stairs.
"What were you doing upstairs?" Carly questioned, putting her hands on her hips. "My car got broken into, and you didn't even notice!"
"Yeah I did, but by the time I was out of the bed, the police were here." Gibby explained.
"Well, you could of-" Carly started, but was interrupted by Sam.
"You SLEPT upstairs? Are the twins still asleep? Where'd you sleep?" Sam demanded.
"Uhhh...yes they are, and I slept on the floor in the nursery."
"Don't do that again! We might get you an air mattress next time, assuming I don't ban you from coming!"
"Sam..." Carly reasoned.
"I was half kidding, but you're going with Freddie to get a tow dolly from I-HAUL. He said the ignition system in Carly's car is fucked up or something."
"Alright..." Gibby said, knowing he had no room to argue. Freddie and Gibby walked out.
"We should be going, guys." Spencer stated, and Sasha nodded.
"See you later, Spence. Bye Sasha." Sam and Carly said. With that, they left as well. Just then, there were cries heard from upstairs.
"I think I should go help Mel with the twins. She's been up there a lot today." Sam said, getting up to leave.
"Can I come?" Carly asked.
"Sure, Carls."
"Pretty sure they're hungry." Mel diagnosed. "They didn't eat while we had that little get together of ours."
"Carls, do you wanna try giving them formula?" Sam offered.
"Uh...I guess Sam. I don't want to do anything wrong." Carly worriedly accepted.
"It'll be fine, Carls. Just gently thrust the tip of the bottle into her mouth. Do you know which triplet this is?" Sam quizzed.
"Tammy?" Carly answered.
"And here?" Sam asked.
"Gladys." Carly confidently said.
"Good, you can tell them apart. You're doing great." Sam fed Gladys, Carly got Tammy, and Mel handled Darlene.
"I'm still surprised you named one of your kids Darlene, Sam." Carly started. "That doesn't sound like you."
"I thought about turning away from it, but Tammy kept with the Puckett names, and we both thought Freddie was a beautiful name, so I gave the last one to Freddie. Unsurprisingly, he chose an older name, but still an awesome name."
"Good explanation, Sam." Carly laughed.
-Time skip backward to when Freddie and Gibby walk out to the garage-
"Well, I'd better move the TR6 out of here. Got an early wake up tomorrow." Freddie said, getting into the car.
"Why?" Gibby asked, stepping back.
"I bet Sam that she could jump on her old trampoline at 4:30 in the morning without falling off it. If I win, she has to wake up at 4:30 AM until the triplets start talking, and if she wins, I have to move the Fiero onto the street until the triplets start talking." Freddie replied, turning the key.
"Damn, that's early!" Gibby shouted as the car roared to life.
"Exactly why I'm gonna win the bet." Freddie confidently shouted, pushing the car's clutch in.
"What are we taking?" Gibby inquired.
"Which one of these cars looks like it can tow a Jetta Sportwagen?" Freddie questioned, rolling his eyes.
"Uh, that one?" Gibby said, pointing to Sam's Geo.
"No, Gib. That thing is way too slow to tow much of anything. We're taking the white Caravan." Freddie said, exasperated.
"Oh!" Gibby shouted, running to the van.
"Thank you I-HAUL for making this so flawless." Freddie said to himself as he gently pushed Carly's car into her storage unit.
"Time to get my ass back home..." Freddie said, exhausted.
"You're finally back, nub!" Sam greeted as Freddie walked into the house.
"Yup, and I'm going to bed. I've got a bed to win tomorrow." Freddie said as he walked upstairs.
"You're gonna lose, dork!" Sam shouted toward him.
"I'm gonna hit the sack too, Sam." Carly yawned.
"Same for me. Today was a long day." Mel said, trudging to the guest room.
"Oh well, I'm gonna watch some late night MMA." Sam shrugged, sitting on the couch and turning the TV on.
A/N: Filler chapter, but had fun writing it. Don't forget to follow on Twitter or subscribe on YouTube! And most importantly, review if you can please!