"Freddie!" she whispers softly, trying not to wake anyone up besides Freddie. He finally moaned in his sleep, rolled over, and looked at her.
"What's wrong, did my mom finally get hit by a bus?" he asked sleepily.
Carly responded, "Well, um, nooo, but would you take me out to go to the "bathroom"? I really need to go. Please, for me?"
Freddie groaned and then finally said, "Fine, okay... but why couldn't you ask Gibby?"
Carly blushed and replied, "Well, I didn't want to wake my precious Gibby."
"Oh, brother. Let's go," Freddie sneered. Quietly, the two walked over to the opening of the tent. Freddie poked his head out, looking for any strange animals.
"It looks okay," Freddie said in a whisper. Carly and Freddie left the tent, and Carly began looking for a tree to do her "business" behind. After Carly found her tree, Freddie realized that he need to go as well.. He found a tree and started to do his business. When he started to pull his pants up, he heard the most horrifying scream he had ever heard.
"FREDDIE!" Carly yelled at the top of her lungs. Fearing the worst, Freddie ran toward Carly's direction, his pants down to his ankles.
"Carly, what's wrong!" he shouted.
"I-I-I j-j-just saw Bi-b-big-bigfoot!" Carly stammered.
"Oh no, I knew it was Bigfoot!" Freddie exclaimed.
"CARLY, FREDDIE!" Sam and Gibby yelled.
Carly and Freddie turned around to see Sam and Gibby running toward them. Gibby took Carly in his embrace, hugging her tightly.
"What's wrong, babe?" Gibby asked smoothly.
"I saw Bigfoot!" Carly shrieked.
"Did he look tasty?" Sam asked, licking her lips.
The rest of the gang glared at Sam, who wasn't taking this seriously.
"What?" Sam demanded. "I'm hungry!"
"Okay, let's get back to the tent before we have anymore 'encounters'," suggested Gibby.
Sam tossed Freddie over her shoulder and began running towards the tent. Gibby took Carly's hand, and together they followed Sam and Freddie.
Once they got back to the tent, Sam helped Freddie pull his pants up and zip them. "Uhhh, thanks," he said a bit sheepishly.
Sam grinned. "Never thought you'd get caught with your pants down, did ya, Fredward?"
Carly was trembling in Gibby's arms once they had gotten back in the tent. "What are we gonna do?" Carly said in a whisper. "Bigfoot's out there."
"It's okay, Carly. I'll protect you," Gibby promised, looking down at her face with tenderness.
"Ohhh Gibby, you're so big and strong," Carly said as she was rubbing Gibby's arms, caressing his muscles.
Sam looked a bit nauseated as she looked on. "I'm starving," she whined, suddenly turning her attention onto Freddie. "Freddie, get me a FatCake!"
Freddie tossed her a FatCake quickly, almost as if he feared she might "bite" him.
"Sam, your appetite never ceases to amaze me," Freddie said with a cute little smirk.
"Ohhh Freddie, that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me," she said in between bites of her precious FatCake.
"Sam, how can you EAT at a time like this? BigFoot's out there and he might eat US!" Carly cried out.
"At least I won't die hungry," Sam said with a shrug. Freddie just looked at Sam, that half-smirk still on his face. He had no clue how they were going to get out of this. It looked like they were trapped in this tent... at least for tonight. He sat down on the sleeping bags, pulling Sam down beside him as she was licking FatCake residue off her fingers. He could think of no one he would rather be trapped with or possibly die trying to protect. Trouble was, he had no clue how to tell this girl his feelings.