"So...this is Thunder Bay." Freddie said as he drove along.
"We're going boating in a thunderstorm." Sam said.
"What?" Freddie asked, realizing the danger of the plan.
"It's called Thunder Bay, afterall." Sam noted, relaxing into the brown velour seat.
"But-but...that's dangerous!" Freddie said.
"I am dangerous, Freddumb." Sam said. "Live a little."
"Do you even know when it's going to rain?" Freddie asked.
"Weather app says tonight." Sam said.
"And how are we going to get a boat?" Freddie asked.
"We'll rent one, Fredwuss." Sam replied. "Hopefully we can find somethin' fast."
"Or a speedboat." Freddie said, which earned him a punch in the shoulder.
"Sam, I'm driving!" Freddie reminded.
"Can it, Fredward." Sam replied. "There's a boat rental place four miles from here."
"And how do we get there?" He asked.
"I'll tell you the directions." Sam said simply.
"No, no, no. Remember the last time you gave me directions? We ended up in Idaho!"
"That wasn't even on this trip." Sam said. "Relax, I'll get us there in one piece."
Freddie gave Sam a look before concentrating on the road again.
"Turn right here." Sam said.
"Sam, that's a one way sign!" Freddie said.
"How was I supposed to know?"
"It looks the same as ours except it doesn't have any words. I'll just go to the next block."
"If there aren't any speedboats there..." Sam growled.
"They'll have plenty, Sam." Freddie said calmly, turning right.
"Looks like we just beat the afternoon traffic commute home." Freddie said.
"Yeah, whatever. Make another right here."
Freddie obediently turned right onto the narrow street that his wife had indicated.
"Looks like they found the car and it was returned to Crazy." Sam said, reading off of Carly's Splashface feed. "Carly's still posting her pics. They must've bypassed the virus you gave them."
"I only sent one to their computers. Not their phones." Freddie replied. "She can post all she wants. We're not turning back in the middle of this trip."
"Good, 'cause I don't want to even think about the end yet." Sam admitted.
"Aw, you're enjoying it!"
"Shut up!"
...
"THIS THING IS PRETTY FAST FOR AN OLD SPEEDBOAT!" Sam yelled over the boat's engine. The rain was falling and the lightning was striking.
"I THINK WE GOT A GOOD DEAL!" Freddie yelled. Little did they know, the boat rental employees were laughing because of a major defect in the boat they had just rented the couple.
"YOU LOOK GREAT!" Freddie complimented.
"I KNOW I DO." Sam responded.
Freddie looked around Lake Superior.
"WE'RE GOING...65 MILES AN HOUR." Sam informed. "LET'S SEE WHAT SHE CAN DO!"
Sam increased the speed of the boat, and now they were shooting across the dark water.
Scrape
"WHAT WAS THAT?" Freddie asked.
"WHAT WAS WHAT?" Sam asked back, not hearing the noise.
SCRAPE
"DID YOU HEAR THAT?" Freddie inquired.
"YEAH, MAYBE WE HIT SOMETHING." Sam yelled.
"LET'S TURN BACK!" Freddie shouted.
"BUT-"
SCRAPE
"ALRIGHT, FINE." Sam yelled.
Sam tried to decelerate the boat, but the control handle wouldn't budge.
"IT'S STUCK!" Sam yelled frantically.
"WHAT?"
"I SAID IT'S STUCK!"
Freddie attempted to slow the boat down as well, but to no avail. Water began to seep into the vessel from the bottom.
"WE'RE SINKING!" Freddie shouted with worry.
Before Sam could answer, there was a deafening sound of metal being ripped away. The front of the speedboat plunged into the air, throwing the two occupants to the rear.
When the boat returned to a normal position, the front was now lower than the rear.
"WE RIPPED PART OF THE KEEL OUT!" Freddie yelled, carefully tossing Sam into a life jacket.
"WHAT THE HELL IS A KEEL?" Sam asked.
"THE FLOOR!" Freddie replied. He looked at the mangled hull, and then back at his wife.
"JUMP ON THREE!" She shouted. Freddie nodded.
"ONE..."
"TWO..."
"...THREE!"
Sam and Freddie abandoned ship, and it sped away with the throttle still stuck open.
"Can you swim, nub?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, let's go." Freddie replied.
...
"I am never...going boating...again." Sam declared, panting.
"Me too..." Freddie panted as they walked onto shore.
"Wanna get the hell out of here?" Sam asked her husband.
"Way ahead of you." Freddie replied. He would make sure not to pass by the boat rental agency on the way out.
"I'm hungry." Sam said.
"There's food in the RV." Freddie responded. "It'll take all night to get to Toronto, and we'll have some fun there."
"You're starting." Sam said as they walked to their motorhome. "How much info did you give the boat people?"
"Told them I didn't have an address, and I used our Chess and Regina aliases. Those guys looked iffy from the start."
"Iffy?"
"Iffy."
Sam shrugged and followed Freddie into the RV, knowing that the sun had dried her bikini. She started microwaving some leftover B.F. Wangs while Freddie changed in the back.
The 70's RV had updated stainless steel appliances, two booths, two spinning recliners behind the front seats, and sleeping for six. One thing what wasn't updated however was the shag carpet, which Sam and Freddie were okay with. It also had TV's of course.
Freddie returned from the bathroom and rechecked his water leak fix from before. "Sam, we can leave when you're done changing." He said, beginning to eat at a booth.
"Just drive, Fredwuss!" Sam shouted from the bathroom.
"It's for your safety!" He shouted back.
"Ughhhhh." Sam groaned. Freddie smirked, continuing to munch on his B.F. Wangs stir fry.
A few minutes later she returned, and they began the 15 hour voyage to Toronto, Ontario.
-Meanwhile, in Seattle-
"Gibby." Charlotte Gibson smirked as she stepped into her son's room.
Gibby turned around, caught sight of his mother, and proceeded to run out of the room. Charlotte looked at the different photos of Carly tacked to the walls.
Gibby slowly returned, very afraid.
"I had no idea." Charlotte said, turning to look at her son. "I won't tell anyone if you get Spencer to date me again. I think we started on the...wrong foot."
"Deal." Gibby said, vigorously shaking his mother's hand.
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