AN-Hi, so I was wrong about Miranda going to University of South Carolina; she goes to the other USC, University of Southern California.
Oh, and "Guest", don't worry; I didn't forget your request, it's actually supposed to be next chapter.
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Caution
"Are we there yet?"
"Sam," Carly sighed, looking up from her fashion magazine. "If we weren't there five seconds ago, what makes you think we're there now?"
"Ugh, how much longer?" Sam moaned.
"Not too long, if this GPS is right," Spencer said as he continued to drive the van that currently held himself, Carly, Freddie and Gibby down the highway.
"But we've been driving for hours," Sam complained. "I'm bored!"
"Come on, Sam, you can find a way to entertain yourself," Carly said.
"I did have a way to entertain myself," Sam muttered. "But you didn't like that."
"I wasn't going to sit in this car for eight hours while you and Freddie made out," Carly said, rolling her eyes.
"We weren't going to make out the whole time," Sam said. She looked over at her boyfriend, who was currently fast asleep, resting his head on the car window next to him.
"Hey, when we get to Mystic Mountain, I really have to pee," Gibby said, taking a sip of his lemonade that he had purchased at a service plaza.
"What? You just peed half-an-hour ago!" Spencer pointed out. "You know, when you made me pull over on the side of the road."
"I can't help it I have a small bladder," Gibby said.
"Just drive faster, Spence," Sam said. "I want to get some funnel cakes in my stomach."
"Hey, if you guys are bored, I have a way we can entertain ourselves," Gibby said. "If my bladder doesn't explode first."
"What?" Carly asked, closing her magazine.
"We help me think of names," he replied.
"Names for what?" Sam frowned.
"I was thinking of buying an iguana," Gibby explained. "But I need to have a really cool name first. So far I like Joe, Jonas, Joey, JoJo, Jossie,-"
"What about Joseph?" Carly suggested.
"Please, Carly," Gibby said, shaking his head. "That's just lame."
"Ugh, this is torture," Sam said. She turned to Freddie and poked him hard in the side.
"Ow! What's happening?" Freddie exclaimed, starting awake. "Sam? What'd you poke me for?"
"Because I'm bored," Sam replied simply.
"I told you, think of iguana names," Gibby said. "Hey, Freddie? What do you think of the name Johanna?"
"Dude, can it with the lizard names," Sam said, rolling her names.
"Iguana names," Gibby corrected.
"Whatever," Sam snapped. She turned back to Freddie. "Entertain me."
"Hmm," Freddie grinned. "I think I can do that." He began to lean towards Sam.
"Hey! No smooching back there!" Spencer yelled, looking at the couple through the rearview mirror.
"Come on," Sam moaned.
"Guys, we'll be there soon," Carly said. "Once you're at Mystic Mountain, I promise, you can go off and be all coupley and ride the River of Romance ride and what not."
"River of Romance?" Sam repeated. "Unless that's a cleverly named twelve story roller costar, Mama's not getting on."
"Hey, look, there's the sign for Mystic Mountain!" Freddie said excitedly, pointing to a billboard. "Just two more miles!"
"Finally!" Sam exclaimed. "Funnel cakes, corn dogs and cotton candy here I come!"
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"So, the park closes as six," Spencer said as the five walked into the theme park. "So that gives us about eight hours before we need to start heading back to the car. What are we doing first?"
"Eating," Sam said at once, eyeing a food cart a few yards away.
"We just had breakfast a few hours ago in the car, though," Carly pointed out.
"And the problem is?" Sam asked.
"Hey, why don't me and Sam go find some food," Freddie suggested. "And we'll meet back up with you guys in a little while."
"You just want to make out," Carly smiled knowingly.
"Well we didn't get to in the car," Sam mumbled.
"Okay, okay, we'll meet up at the midway games in an hour," Spencer said. "Now come on, I want to ride the bumper cars!"
"Yes, I love bumper cars!" Gibby said. "But for some reason, whenever I go on them, everyone always seems to want to just crash into me…weird, right?"
"Yeah, you are," Sam said, grabbing Freddie's hand. "Come on, Fredbag, buy me some food."
She led Freddie over to the food cart, where mountains of fresh churros were waiting.
"You know, theme park food's supposed to be really bad for you," he said as he handed Sam her four churros. "It's filled with grease and chemicals and-"
"Hey, baby?" Sam said, taking a bite of one of the churros.
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
"Okay, okay, should've seen that coming," Freddie laughed. "So, we have an hour to ourselves. What do you want to do? I bet there's no line for the River of Romance…"
"There's more of a chance of me puking on that ride than there is of me puking on the Deamonator," Sam scoffed. "Just follow me. I'll show you something cool."
"What?" Freddie frowned.
"Well, when I came here a few months ago with my cousin, Tanya," Sam explained. "We found this awesome hideout. It's right behind a set of restrooms."
"Why would we want to go there?" Freddie asked.
"Because," Sam said. "It's where they keep all the costumes that the workers dress up in. And last time I was here, that lame mouse guy totally cut me in line for ice cream, so now I'm going to pour ketchup into his costume's head."
"Sam, you can't do that," Freddie sighed. "It's not nice, plus if we get caught-"
Sam cut him off by pressing her lips to his. "You know," she whispered when she pulled away. "Maybe while we're in there, you and I can do a little more of that."
"Well…I guess if we make sure no one sees us go in there, we should be safe," Freddie said. "Alright, lead the way."
The couple made their way through the crowd of tourists towards a small, hut-like building behind a set of restrooms.
"Are you sureit's safe to go in there?" Freddie asked. "There's caution tape on the door."
"That's just so nobody goes in," Sam said, getting down on her knees so she could pick the lock. "Trust me, it's perfectly safe. It's just really dirty. Here we go."
The door, now unlocked, swung open, and the two quickly stepped inside.
"Wow, this place is actually sort of creepy," Freddie said, looking around at the many costumes. "I never did like seeing these character guys when I went to theme parks when I was little."
"Aw, was wittle Fweddikins scared?" Sam grinned.
"Ha, ha," Freddie said. "Now I believe I was promised some kissing if I came in here with you…"
"Hold your horses, Benson, I told you, I want to put ketchup in the mouse head first," Sam said, opening her bag and pulling out a large bottle of ketchup. "Maybe after this, that mouse will think twice before cutting me for a chocolate fudge sundae."
"Okay, well, hurry up," Freddie said, looking around uneasily at the costume heads that all seemed to be staring at him.
Sam walked over to where Milfred Mouse's head sat and opened up her bottle of ketchup and squeezed the contents in.
Freddie leaned against the door, watching her. Suddenly, though, he heard a thump coming from the other end of the room.
"Sam, did you hear that?" Freddie whispered.
"Hear what?" Sam asked.
"I think something moved back there!"
"Relax," Sam laughed. "There's nothing here besides a bunch of smelly, gross costumes." She put the empty bottle of ketchup back in her bag.
Freddie heard the sound again.
"You had to have heard that," Freddie hissed. "I'm serious, Sam. I don't think we're alone in here."
"Oh come on, how can you be scared?" Sam asked, rolling her eyes. "Maybe if it were the middle of the night, and this was an old abandoned shack in the woods, sure, it'd be a little scary, but it's ten o'clock in the morning in a theme park, Fredward! Besides, I'm sure you're just hearing things."
"I didn't say I was scared," Freddie mumbled.
"Aw, baby," Sam laughed. She leaned up and kissed him. "Better?"
"A little bit," Freddie smiled. He put his hands on her waist, but a second later, there was a loud crash.
"See, I told you there was something back there!" Freddie hissed. "Now let's get out of here!"
"Hold on, hold on," Sam said.
"What? No, let's go!" Freddie said.
"Who's there?" Sam called out, ignoring her boyfriend.
"Sam!"
"Shh!" Sam hushed him. "I said who's there?"
There was no answer.
"Something probably just fell," Sam shrugged. "Jeesh, way to be all jumpy, nub."
"Sorry," Freddie sighed. "I guess I just got a little freaked out. You know I'm not used to sneaking into places like this. Especially not places with creepy costumes of oversized mice."
"Well now that you realized that there's really no one here," Sam said. "Can we get back to where we were?"
"Definitely," Freddie grinned. He leaned down and was just about to kiss Sam, when she jumped back.
"Something just moved back there," she whispered, nodding over to the back of the large room.
"Who's jumpy now?" Freddie asked.
"I'm serious," Sam snapped. "Something just-"
"What's going on?" came a voice. "Who's there?"
And then, from behind the many boxes in a far off corner, the head of one of the costumes popped up.
"Whoa!" Freddie screamed, grabbing Sam's hand. "Come on, let's get out of here!"
Sam and Freddie quickly ran out of the room, slamming the door shut behind them.
"Do you think whoever it was in that costume head saw who we were?" Freddie asked once the couple was a safe distance away. "I mean non-employees aren't allowed back there, are they?"
"No," Sam said, catching her breath. "They kick you out of the park if they catch you there."
"What? You dragged us there knowing that?" Freddie exclaimed.
"Calm down," Sam said. "Look, whoever it was in that costume head probably didn't even get a good look at us. It was dark, remember?"
"Yeah, okay, I guess you're right," Freddie nodded. "Why don't we go catch up with the others now? They're probably waiting for us my the games."
"Alright," Sam agreed. "Come on."
The couple headed over to the midway games, where Carly, Spencer and Gibby were standing by the ring toss.
"I'm not leaving here until I win this thing," Spencer said as Sam and Freddie joined back up with the group. "I have 44 dollars invested in this game!"
"You wasted 44 bucks?" Sam frowned.
"He really wants that stuffed alien," Carly sighed. "So, what were you two up to?"
"Oh, nothing much," Freddie said quickly, glancing at Sam.
"Yeah, just hung out, ate a few churros," Sam said. "What did you guys do?"
"Gibby got us banned from the bumper cars," Carly said.
"Hey, America's a free country," Gibby defended. "Why should I have to wear a shirt when I ride bumper cars?"
"Because there are young children who you've just scared for life," Carly said, shaking her head.
"Thank God we missed that," Sam said, shuddering. "Hey, why don't we head over to the Deamonator? That's the best ride here. There's probably a long line, so we should-"
"Hey, Spencer!"
The group turned around and saw a man wearing a Mystic Mountain employee shirt heading over.
"Doug!" Spencer exclaimed. "Hey, long time no see! Guys, this is Doug. He went to law school with me."
"Yup, I dropped out after two days, though," Doug sighed. "So I never got to become the fancy lawyer that Spencer here probably became."
Sam snorted.
"Anyway," Spencer said, shooting Sam a glare. "So you work here now? That must be fun."
"Yeah, it is, usually," Doug nodded. "But my break just got interrupted. I was taking a nap in the storage room where we keep all the costumes, and some freaks decided to break in and wake me up."
Sam and Freddie exchanged glances.
"Oh man, I hate when people disturb my naps," Spencer said.
"So do I," Doug said darkly. "I think it was some couple. Anyway, they're just lucky I didn't get a good look at them; I fell asleep with my costume head still on. If I had caught them, they would've been thrown out. Well, I need to get back to work. I'll catch up with you later, Spencer. You can buy me coffee sometime, since you made it through law school."
"Wow," Carly said to her brother. "There's actually someone out there who lasted a shorter amount of time at law school than you did."
"Hey, law school was hard!" Spencer defended, tossing the last ring in his hand, which bounced right off of the bottles he was aiming at. "Dang it! Wait here. I need to go get more money from the ATM."
"I'll come too," Gibby said. "I need to get some cash. I got my eye on one of those snazzy floral shirts from the souvenir stand."
"So," Carly said, crossing her arms as Gibby and Spencer walked away. "A couple sneaking into a forbidden costume storage room? Does that sound like the sort of thing a certain two people we know would do?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Carls," Sam said.
"Yeah, we were no where near any costume storage," Freddie scoffed.
"Uh-huh," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "You know, you guys are the most unusual couple I've ever met."
"Yeah, well," Freddie shrugged, putting his arm around Sam. "We make it, work, don't we?"
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AN-So…who knows which T.V. show Mystic Mountain and Milfred Mouse and the Deamonator came from? Shout-outs for everyone who gets the right answer!
