Hotel

"Tyler! Get down from there!" Carly yelled, chasing after the two year old. "And Jason, put down your sister!"

Carly was currently babysitting for Sam and Freddie's four children. And as these kids did have Sam's genes, they were no easy batch to look after.

"Aunt Carly?" called six year old Emma from the kitchen. "Can I put my doll in the oven?"

"No!" Carly exclaimed, running into the kitchen. "And it's past midnight! You all should be in bed!"

"But I'm ten," whined Jason, who was busy trying to rub his boogers on Emma's twin sister, Ashton.

"Guys, your mom and dad are already going to kill me because the house is a mess, I don't want them to be mad because I let you stay up late too."

Right on cue, Sam and Freddie unlocked their front door and walked into the house.

"Why are they still up?" Sam asked Carly.

"And more importantly," Freddie said, picking up an empty carton of Fat Cakes. "How much sugar have they had tonight?"

"Well," Carly said. "I guess that would explain why they're so hyper, or, more hyper than usual at least."

"Kids!" Sam yelled, causing the four previously screaming kids to fall silent. "Whoever's not in their bed in the next two minutes doesn't get any ham for a week!"

All the kids were meat lovers, just like their mother, and scrambled to bed at once. All except little Tyler, of course, who was too little to tuck himself into bed.

"I'll get him," Freddie said, picking up his son. "Thanks for watching them tonight, Carls."

"What took you two so long?" Carly asked as Freddie headed upstairs. "I thought you said the movie ended at ten."

"We went somewhere else," Sam shrugged, setting her bag on the counter. "I'm hungry."

"Where did you go?"

"Just this coffee place?"

"Really? For two hours?"

"Yup."

"Okay," Carly nodded. "I believe you."

While Sam was opening a bag of chips, Carly quickly snatched Sam's bag off the counter.

"Hey!" Sam yelled, dropping the chips. "Put it down!"

"I want to see what was so important that you kept me with your crazed children!" Carly said, rummaging through the bag. "Ah-hah! A receipt for…a hotel?"

"Give me that," Sam snapped, snatching her bag back from Carly.

"You mean you didn't even go to the movie?"

"Yes, we went," Sam hissed. "And afterwards we were on our way back home when we passed Blue Roof Inn, and well…we decided to stop there for a couple hours. I mean, Tyler's going through this thing where he's afraid of his stuffed animals coming alive at night and eating him, so he usually ends up in our bed, so we haven't been able to-"

"Gross," Carly cringed. "I'm going."

"You're the one who wanted to know, Carlotta," Sam said.