Chapter 10

"SEE YOU BACK IN SEATTLE!" Sam yelled to her husband across the water, speeding off.

"Oh no you don't..." Freddie said to himself, increasing the speed of his jet ski.

Freddie blew past Sam and straight into a tall wave, sending the front of his jet ski into the air.

"Whoa!" Freddie shouted. He could hear is wife laughing over his jet ski. Sam proceeded to pass Freddie again. He finally signaled for them both to slow down.

"That-that was priceless." Sam stuttered, still chuckling.

"Yeah, yeah." Freddie took out his phone. "Carly said that they're...stuck walking."

Sam tried to stop herself from laughing again, to no avail.

"We are not going to be heading down again to pick them up." Sam stated. "They're gonna have to walk."

"I'm telling Carly you said that." Freddie snickered, speeding away again. Sam gave chase, and now both were moving at a steady 55 miles per hour.

"Wooo!" Sam shouted in enthusiasm as she caught some air over a small wave.

After about another hour of open water, they rode into Long Beach, Washington and were about to take a break.

"Make sure you don't damage the bottom when you hit the beach!" Freddie yelled to Sam. She rolled her eyes. Both jet skis slid onto the sand effortlessly.

"Go get us some food, nub." Sam commanded, getting off of her jet ski.

"Say please." Freddie responded. Sam glared at him, and Freddie crossed his arms.

"Fine...please." Sam caved.

"Thank you." Freddie grinned, much to Sam's dismay. He than jogged toward a small plaza where some commotion was.

While Freddie was finding something to eat, Sam decided to text Carly.

Sam: Were just in Washington.

Carly: Lucky...were on the outskirts of Salem.

Sam: Fredweird may come down again and get u.

Carly: Figures youd send Freddie all the way back down here...

Sam: Hey! I have triplets to take care of!

Carly: Speaking of the triplets, whos taking care of them?

Sam: My mom...

Carly: U really think shes still watching them by now?

Sam: Im calling home...

Carly: Txt me l8r

Sam immediately called her house, and Darlene answered.

"Hey, mom!" Darlene excitedly said. Sam could hear lots of noise in the background.

"Uh...hey, sweetie. Where's Grandma Puckett?" Sam questioned.

"Tammy got her to fall asleep so she could mess the house up!" Tammy admitted, not realizing how bad the situation was.

"Ugh...we'll see you when we get home, Tam. We'll be back soon. Love you." Sam said.

"Bye, mom!" Darlene said. Freddie came back with some salmon and slid up to Sam.

"Nub...we've got a bit of a problem." Sam started.

"What's up?" Freddie questioned.

"My mom fell asleep and the kids are making a mess in the house. Well Tammy is at least." Sam informed.

"Now you're thankful that I kept all the sharp stuff out of reach." Freddie smugly said.

"Let's just eat so we can get back to Seattle." Sam said, punching Freddie's shoulder.

"So you're gonna rush even faster than usual?" Freddie smiled.

"Don't push your luck, Fredward." Sam said. Freddie raised his hands in defeat.

"Hopefully those guys don't know where we are." Freddie said.

"I wonder if they knew us from iCarly." Sam replied. "They were probably the same age as us when we were regularly filming the show."

"They were concentrated on Carly, even." Freddie reminded. "I guess it's a good thing they didn't notice. Did Carly call the cops?"

"She didn't say." Sam told her husband. "You done?"

"Yup, let's go." Freddie said, pushing his jet ski into the water and climbing aboard.

"Right behind ya, nub." Sam responded.

Several hours later, Sam and Freddie were back at the airport loading up their car and the jet skis onto their yellow motorhome.

"Why didn't we use this thing much when we won the lottery?" Freddie asked his wife.

"Don't you remember? You put it in storage after someone tried to break in." Sam reminded.

"Oh yeah...those...those..." Freddie couldn't find the correct word.

"Assholes?" Sam finished.

"Yeah, those." Freddie cracked a small smile.

"That should do the trick." Sam crossed her arms at her method of carrying the jet skis.

"You tied them to rack made for bikes?" Freddie gave his wife a look.

"You only have to drive about 15 miles. They'll hold." Sam shrugged.

"I hope so." Freddie replied. Sam had uncovered their bike rack that hooked to the back of the RV, and she was going to drive their car home.

"Let's get going, Fredward. We have a house to clean up..." Sam sighed.

A/N: I guess you could call this a filler chapter. Happy Thanksgiving, and thanks for all the feedback on my stories. I read every review!