"Fredward Benson!" Marissa Benson said. "Thank God you're back!"
"I missed you too, Mom."
Marissa's eyes went wide as she noticed a ring on her son's finger, as well as Sam's finger.
"Freddie, what's that?" She asked, nodding toward his ring.
Freddie decided to get right to the point. The sooner they discussed all of this, the sooner they could start getting ready for college, and maybe having a real wedding ceremony.
"Mom, I married Sam." He told her.
"You WHAT?" She gasped.
"The nub is my husband now, got it?" Sam said, irritated.
"How could you marry her, of all people?" Marissa asked her son. "She's so aggressive and rude."
"That's exactly why I love her!" Freddie said, his voice rising.
"You can do much better than her! You're getting a divorce, and as soon as possible!"
"I am not divorcing the girl I love to make my mother happy!" Freddie yelled. "You can either support our marriage and stay in my life, or I can cut you out of it 'as soon as possible'. I'm an adult now, and you can't control me anymore."
Freddie noticed that Sam had vanished, and that the door to the Shay apartment was cracked open. He entered to find a naked Carly in an embrace with Sam, and a naked Gibby. Freddie immediately shielded his eyes.
"Oh my god!" Marissa shrieked, covering her own eyes.
"What-what happened?" Spencer shouted, running out of his room.
"Oh my god!" He shouted.
"Gibby, get some clothes on," Carly commanded.
"But-"
"PUT SOME CLOTHES ON," Carly said sternly.
A couple of minutes later, Carly and Gibby had covered their 'equipment'.
"Aright," Spencer started. "What the heck happened to guys? Start from the beginning."
Freddie wrapped his arm around Sam, and began. He went from start to finish, comforting Sam as he talked. By the end, Carly, Marissa, Spencer, and Gibby all had dumbfounded looks on their faces. As expected, the first topic to come up after was the RV. Freddie decided that this was the time to tell them about their new plan.
"Mom, I know you already bought plane tickets for Massachusetts," Freddie said.
"Only two," Sam muttered.
"But, we think our plan we'll be much more fun," Freddie said.
"Are we gonna go to the World Distribution Center of Liquid and Bar Soap International Show?" Gibby asked excitedly.
Everyone gave him weird looks.
"It's in New York..." He told them.
"We'll see, Gib," Freddie replied. "We're thinking about-"
"Can we go to the Galaxy Wars International Convention in Ohio?" Spencer asked.
"Sounds like fun..." Freddie smiled. Sam flicked his head in disapproval.
"The plan is we're going to drive to Assachusetts." Sam expained.
"Can we go there in my uncle's clown van?" Gibby asked.
"Sam and I are going in our RV. You can come if you want." Freddie said, ignoring Gibby.
"Does the RV have air conditioning?" Carly asked.
"Does it have TV?" Spencer followed.
"99.9% germ eliminating soap?" Gibby questioned.
"It has everything we'll need to get to Cambridge," Freddie assured. "Gibby, you can bring your own soap."
"Who's in?" Sam asked.
Carly, Gibby, Spencer, and Mrs. Benson each raised their hands.
"My mom might also want to come on the ride of her life," Gibby added.
"Sam, what about your mom?" Freddie asked.
"She'd probably want to use up more gambling money and just fly," Sam said simply. "Unfortunately, Melanie's driving down from Vermont and is going to a fashion school in Boston."
"I wanna see what we're gonna be rolling in," Gibby said. The others agreed.
"The RV's in storage," Freddie said. "We can go see it tomorrow. Mom, what happened to the car?"
"I paid to get it out of the impound, and now it's back in the Bushwell storage," Marissa told her son.
"I'm pretty beat," Sam yawned.
"Yeah, all that sex with Carly's been making me tired," Gibby said.
Once again, everyone looked at him.
"What? We're always really sweaty when we're done!"
The next morning, Sam and Freddie took the others to see the RV.
"Wow, it's so...old," Carly commented.
"Reminds me of the time when I fell into a pool full of sour cream," Gibby said.
"What?" Carly asked.
"You don't want to know," He shuddered.
"Nice paint," Spencer approved, running his fingers along the side of the motorhome.
"No touching!" Sam said, pulling his fingers off.
"Why not?"
"If this thing catches on fire, you'll owe me 1200 bucks and we'll have to use Crazy's stupid plane tickets!"
"Hey!"
"How big is the tub?" Gibby asked.
"Not big enough for you," Sam replied.
"Is that a crack in the toilet?" Spencer questioned.
"It sprung a leak early on, but I patched it. I'll put a new one in."
"You'll turn the thing into a pool," Sam said.
"How?"
"You just barely fixed that crack, and you still suck at hardware stuff."
"Aw, are these your eloping pictures?" Carly asked, holding up large photos of Sam and Freddie being wed.
"Yeah, we got married in Winnipeg, Manitoba."
"That building sounds so medieval," Gibby said.
"Winnipeg is a city, Gib."
"Who names a city Winnipeg? That name is totally meant for a medieval building."
"We don't know. Now shut up."
"You guys should totally have a real wedding!" Carly suggested.
"We figured you'd say that," Freddie told her.
"Can I help with the planning?"
"Sure," Sam chuckled.
"When do you want to have the wedding?" Carly asked.
"Is August good with you, nub?"
"Sounds good to me."
Just then, Charlotte and Marissa walked back up to the front.
"She had a fit when you started talking about your marriage, but I told her about grandchildren and she's happy now," Charlotte explained, giving Spencer a quick kiss.
"Don't make me wait too long," Marissa said.
Sam and Freddie exchanged looks. They were only 18, and Freddie's mom already wanted grandchildren?
"We'll see," Freddie told her. "What does everyone think of the RV?"
"Other than a new toilet, it looks good," Spencer said. The others gave their approval.
"Time to start the planning!" Carly shrieked.