Tracking
Carly sat on her couch, absentmindedly eating Fladoodles while she flipped through the channels on the T.V.
"Hey," Spencer said, coming downstairs with a box of sculpture supplies. "Is this what you've been doing all day?"
"Yup," Carly nodded, not taking her eyes off of the screen.
"Where are Sam and Freddie? Usually at least one of them has eaten something from my fridge by this time in the afternoon."
"They said that they were doing some sort of experiment," Carly said.
"Experiment?" Spencer frowned. "I can buy Freddie doing that, but Sam?"
"Maybe it involves throwing meat at hobos or something," she shrugged. "When I asked them about it, they told me it was top secret."
"Aw, does little Carly Shay feel left out?"
"Actually, no," Carly said. "I love them both, but I forgot how quiet this place can be without them. Listen, I can actually hear my Fladoodles crunch!"
"That's…fantastic," Spencer said. "Anyway, have you seen my glue gun? I want to finish up this sculpture for the new zoo opening up before-"
Suddenly, the Shay's door flew open and Mrs. Benson barged in with some sort of electronic device in her hand.
"Alright, Missy. What's going on?"
"Um, come in?" Carly said.
"I called Freddie half an hour ago to tell him to come home for his mid-afternoon tick inspection and weekly lice shampoo," she explained. "When he didn't answer the seventh time I called him, I had to resort to my chip-tracking device."
"Chip tracking?" Carly repeated.
"How do you explain this?" Mrs. Benson demanded, thrusting the tracking device under Carly's nose. "According to this, my Freddie's been to Canada, Guam, New York and Paris today, and now he's on his way to Egypt!"
"Um, I don't really think that's possible," Carly said.
"Excuse me, but the chip does not lie," Mrs. Benson snapped.
"Mrs. Benson, come on," Spencer said, stepping in. "How could your seventeen year-old son be traveling across the globe in one day?"
"Oh my goodness, he must've been kidnapped by someone with a jet!"
"I-Yeah, I can't talk to you," Spencer said, going back to his sculpture.
"Look, I'm sure your, um, chip thingy is just malfunctioning," Carly tried to reason. "I doubt Freddie's being held captive in a jet by-"
"Where's the gutter girl?"
"What?"
"The gutter girl. I'm sure she has something to do with this."
"You mean Freddie's girlfriend?"
Mrs. Benson shuddered at those words. "Yes, his…companion. I'm sure she would find it amusing to hold my sweet boy against his will in a jet!"
"When I talked to them this morning they were together, which I'm sure they still are now," Carly said. "And Sam hasn't held Freddie anywhere against his will in over a month, for your information."
Mrs. Benson gasped. "Fine," she said. "If you refuse to be of help, I'll go find my Freddiebear on my own. I'll be on my way to the airport to buy a ticket for Czechoslovakia."
"Wow, that woman gets crazier every time I see her," Spencer said as Mrs. Benson slammed the door behind her.
"She's just on edge because even after six months, Sam and Freddie haven't broken up," Carly told him.
"I wonder what was wrong with her tracking device," Spencer said.
"Who know, it's probably dying from overuse," Carly shrugged, turning her attention back to the T.V.
….
"No way," Freddie laughed, his arm draped around Sam as they sat in a park a few blocks away from Bushwell Plaza looking at the laptop on Freddie's lap. "According to my mom's bank account, she just bought another plane ticket. This time she's heading to Norway."
"She's nuts," Sam laughed. "Does she honestly believe you're hopping from country to country in this amount of time?"
"She's crazy," Freddie agreed.
"Yeah…okay this time let me pick the country!"
"No! You just picked Zimbabwe!"
"But you picked Russia, that's huge!"
"Fine. Pick somewhere."
"Um…Chile!"
"Chile it is," Freddie grinned pressing a few keys on his laptop.
"I'm so glad you hacked your mom's chip tracking device," Sam said, moving closer to Freddie. "This is more fun than the time we changed the directions of her GPS so she ended up in Ontario."
"We never did that," Freddie frowned.
"Oh yeah…that was all me."
