"I'm bored."
"Sam you've said that 27 times already."
"You've been counting?"
"I have nothing better to do."
"So you admit you are bored too!"
"No. I am using my time wisely."
"By counting the amount of times I say something?"
"Yep."
"I'm bored."
"Why did we have to set off at 7 in the morning?" It's way too early. I'm still half asleep.
"So that we get there in time for the opening time. Then you two can have a full day of fun!"
"Us two?"
"Yeah, well I'll guess I'll have fun shopping."
"Now I'm totally confused." Shopping? I thought we were going to Six Flags!
"I've decided that I need to let loose a bit on Freddie. So I am letting you two go on your own, whilst I go to a shopping centre nearby."
"Seriously?" That's great! Now she won't restrict us from going on any 'unsafe' rides.
"Yes. I can trust you two."
I bet Freddie is excited about this. He seems to get a bit annoyed with his mum sometimes.
By the look he is giving me, it seems he is ecstatic.
Then again, so am I.
I'm going to Six Flags, alone, with Freddie.
Oh dear.
I hope the Flubadubs don't make us do anything stupid.
I can control them…
And hopefully so can Freddie.
"I'm bored."
"There is only two minutes left until we're there."
"That doesn't make me less bored."
"Drown your boredom out with excitement! You're going to be spending a full day alone with me, Frednub!"
"FREDDIE! Don't think so down on yourself. You are not a 'nub'."
"Mum…"
"I don't want a depressed son who throws himself off rides."
"I'm not going to throw myself off a ride, mum."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, mum."
"Don't worry, Marissa, I'll keep my eye on him."
"Thank you Sam."
I wish she wouldn't worry about him so much!
Who would throw themselves off a ride, on purpose?
A depressed nub, that's who!
"So where shall we go next?"
"The food court!"
"Sam, we've just been there."
"The hotdog stand?"
"Sam, you just got a hotdog from the food court."
"The burger place!"
"So, Sam, what ride would you like to go on now?" Mmmm.. THAT ONE. It's ginormous!
"That one!" He follows my finger. He looks cute when he's concentrating…
No he doesn't, silly Flubadubs!
"That looks…"
"Amazing, I know. Come on!"
He has no choice but to follow me unless he wants to explain to his mother how he lost me.
The ride looks even bigger when you are closer!
And only a ten minute wait! Sweet!"
"Freddie, are you okay?"
"Yeah… I'm fine."
"You look scared."
"It's just that I've never been on a rollercoaster before."
"Did you have a childhood? Or a teenhood?"
"My mum."
"Of course. Well you'll love it!"
I hope. I don't want Freddie vomit on me.
"Next two, please?"
Woooooo!
"I'm really nervous now."
"Freddie, there's no turning back now. We're already strapped in!"
"Will it be fast?"
"Er, Yeah! That's the whole point!"
"Oh."
"Freddie, you'll be fine, trust me!"
"Sam, can I hold your hand?" What have I told him about controlling his Flubadubs?
"Will it make you feel better?"
"Yes."
"Then yes."
And now these… Flubatingles are going to distract me from the ride.
Oh, well. At least I'll have the photo as proof that I went on.
Wow, this is a really steep slope we're going up. Which means…
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Giant drop!
And another…
And another…
Wow. I didn't know the ride went any faster!
Best ride ever.
Short, but still amazing!
"How did you find that?"
"That was amazing!" See? I told him that he'd like it!
"Right? Want to go on another?"
"Shoosh yeah! What about… The rapids!"
"But we'll get wet!" I don't like getting soaking!
"I doubt you get that wet!"
"Fine."
"I'm so glad my mum let us come alone."
"Me too! I doubt she'd have let us go on anything."
"And I still wouldn't have gone on a rollercoaster."
"No. Going on a rollercoaster doesn't make you cool though."
"I'll never be cool in your eyes."
"Freddie, you'll never be cool in anyone's eyes."
"Sam! You know what? I might just go and throw myself off a rollercoaster!"
"You do that then."
"Sam!"
"I'm joking. I might be a bit sad if you died."
"Awww, Sam, that's so sweet!" Sarcastic tone not needed.
"Shut up nub, we're next, anyway."
"You said we wouldn't get wet!" I did. There was a waterfall thingy, it aimed for me. There was water splashing up, it aimed for me."I didn't!"
"But I did! I swear that water had something against me." I'm soaking. My shoes are ew, soggy. My jeans aren't going to dry! And my t-shirt is wet and white and…. see-through.
"Urg! I hate you now, Freddie."
"What have I done?"
"My tops gone all see-through!" No! Don't look!
Too late.
"Nice bra!"
"Pedo."
"I never knew Sam Puckett wore pink!"
"Just give me your Jacket."
"Why?"
"To cover up my bra, stupid!"
"Right."
That's better.
It smells like Freddie.
And it's warm…
"What do you want to do now?"
"Eat."
"I guess you do deserve it. How about we go and get some Linner?"
"Linner?"
"You know, a mixture between Lunch and Dinner.."
"No-one says that, dipthong."
"But people say Bruch. I wanted to make-"
"Freddie, just buy me some Linner."