A/N: Thank you for the reviews on the last few chapters. Reviews really do encourage authors to keep writing, and please keep them coming :) Planning on doing the trip to Boston in one long chapter, like the return trip to Seattle. Still working out kinks in my writing and I'm still getting stuck sometimes, but I appreciate feedback. On to the next chapter:
Freddie had just gotten up on a Sunday morning. A story on a newly discovered abnormally large snail species was on the morning news, which Marissa watched as she made a very healthy breakfast for the two of them.
"Good morning, Fredward," Marissa greeted as she worked on their organic and most likely disgusting breakfast. Freddie was just thinking about how he was going to dump his mother's breakfast when the news story changed.
"Our top story this morning is a break in at Seattle Self Storage," The African American anchor said. "Indoor units 9, 16, 34, and 53 were broken into. Belongings in outdoor spaces 106, 111, and 124 were also tampered with. Whoever has their belongings in these spaces should have received a phone call by now."
Cursing the anchorman for not saying how much the stolen property was worth, he immediately checked the missed calls on his PearPhone. Sure enough, there was a missed call from Seattle Self Storage. Space 124, their space, had suffered at least a break in attempt.
He was sure that Sam wasn't up yet, so he would have to drive over to the storage facility by himself.
"Mom, I'll be back in a little while," Freddie told Marissa.
"But Freddie, I haven't even finished making breakfast!" Marissa protested.
"I'll eat it when I get back," Freddie replied. "Tell Sam to call me when she wakes up."
He then left the apartment and jumped into the Italian sports car they had used at the beginning of their trip across Canada.
As he drove to Seattle Self Storage, he prayed that their RV hadn't been stolen.
"I know we locked it," Freddie told himself as he eased out on the clutch to make a turn.
"Sam drew the curtains and we didn't leave any valuables out," Freddie said to no one. He kept the local news playing on the car radio for further updates.
"This just in, a man's pencil collection has been reported stolen fron Seattle Self Storage, as well as a Mexican woman's seventy thousand dollar shopping cart."
Still no mention of the total dollar amount of stolen property. He had brought the RV's title along just in case.
Just a few minutes later, Freddie drove the not so comfortable two seater into the storage facility, after enterung their code to open the main gate. He started driving straight to space 124, easing his way through small crowds of people gathered at affected storage units.
Freddie breathed a sigh of relief. Their RV was still parked in the space. Upon closer inspection, he realized that both side door locks were tampered with and almost unusable. Using everything he had learn from Sam, he successfully picked the lock on the front door.
Although the thieves were unable to enter the motorhome, Freddie still did a quick check around the interior. Once satisified that all was well, he moved the RV out and began hooking the car up to the towbar for the trip back to Bushwell.
Thoughts of being ambushed by the thieves as he got ready to leave entered his mind, but he quickly shook them off.
The return trip to Bushwell had gone smoothly. The RV was occupying multiple parking spaces in the Bushwell parking lot, and the car was disconnected. Freddie had already had a rough morning, and he never received a call from Sam.
Sure enough, after tossing out his mom's breakfast, Sam was still asleep on the Shay's couch. He noticed Gibby creeping down the stairs with an airhorn. Before Freddie could do anything, Gibby blew the horn, startling Sam into consciousness. She immediately turned to Freddie, but heard Gibby's feet climbing back up.
"Gibby!" Sam yelled. "Get back here!"
She tore into the elevator and repeatedly pressed the up button until the door closed. Moments later, lots of grunts, bangs, and girlish screams could be heard from upstairs.
Freddie was on his way upstairs when he heard Carly's yell, which broke up the fight.
"Sam, release Gibby," Carly commanded. Sam had Gibby in a headlock.
"But I was sleeping!" Sam told her.
"Maybe he could've been nicer about waking you up, but I would appreciate it if my boyfriend were kept alive," Carly said.
"So you can bang him tonight?" Sam asked knowingly. "How many times have you already done it today?"
"I woke up with stained panties on my face this morning," Gibby said.
"Because you made me ruin them!" Carly interjected.
"Seems like something Sam would do," Freddie said, earning him a glare from everyone in the room. "Carly, have you started planning our trip to Boston yet?"
"I've figured out a basic route for us to take, and I just started on all the places we're gonna visit along the way," She said.
"We don't have that much closet space," Sam reminded.
"I'll sleep on them when I run out of space," Carly replied.
"Can I drive us to the national spelling bee?" Gibby asked.
"Spelling bees are for stubrags and nubs like you," Sam replied.
"Is there a Build-A-Bra convention?" He questioned.
"No, it was a couple months ago," Carly said sadly.
"How about Come On Inn?" Gibby shrugged.
"Gibby!" Carly, Sam and Freddie shouted.
"I am never stepping into that mice infested place again," Carly winced.
"Rat infested," Sam corrected.
"Excuse me for not being a rodent expert," Carly said.
"Frednub here was probably scared out of his little Galaxy Wars underpants," Sam snickered.
"That Hollywood guy was creepy!" Freddie said indignantly. "We aren't even driving to California anyway!"
"Maybe I should take Frothy with us," Sam pondered.
"He'll probably tear up stuff," Freddie told Sam.
"I'll make my mom fly him to Boston after we get there," Sam said simply.
"Sam..." Carly warned.
"What? She's got to use all my dad's gambling money somehow," She shrugged.
"Isn't she dating a sheep herder now?" Freddie asked.
"No, she's dating the priest that married your Aunt Milly's dogs," Sam told her husband.
"That was a very weird wedding," Freddie nodded.
Over several weeks, Carly had found several attractions that each person in the iCarly gang would like, ranging from a baseball game to an important aggressive parenting conference. Freddie mapped out the route. They all had an early wakeup call (well, most of them), and a long drive ahead. Boston or bust.