Spencer: No, She skipped school again?! Carly: Yes, 3 days in a row! No one's heard from her, she won't answer her phone or- [Spencer is still having difficulties getting on the jeans] Carly: What's happening here?! Spencer: Me getting fat, look! I can barely get these jeans past my butt slabs! Carly: Those are my jeans. Spencer: Well, I, ugh... [Carly is looking at him with a 'what's your excuse?' face] Yeah I know. Carly: I'm really worried about Sam. Spencer: So call her mom. Carly: I can't! She's in Tijuana having laser hair removal. Spencer: From what part of her body? Carly: I didn't wanna know! How are we gonna find Sam? Spencer: Could you just talk to Freddie 'bout it? Carly: No! I will not talk to Freddie about it until he admits to me that they kissed. Spencer: These pants are squeezing me in ways you can't understand. Carly: Why won't Freddie just tell me that he and Sam kissed-? [Freddie walks in confused] Spencer: These are Carly's pants ok? Mistakes were made. Freddie: Maybe you should take them off? Spencer: Good call. [turns to Carly] Where's the olive oil? Carly: In the bathroom where you left it. Spencer: Yep. [makes his way to the bathroom pulling up the pants and making funny noises] Freddie: I'm really getting worried about Sam. I mean, it's been three days since- Carly: Since you two kissed? Freddie: [shocked] Carly: Yeah! I know! I saw it with both my eyes! [walks over to her backpack] You guys were talking and... she kissed you and you didn't stop her, why- why didn't you tell me? Freddie: Well I- [interrupted by Carly] Carly: You should've told me! Do you like her? Is this- is this a new chapter in our lives? What is goin' on? Freddie: [trying to change the subject] ...Do you have any fruit? Carly: [not falling for it] I don't know! If we do, you can have it! You know why? 'Cause I don't keep things from you! Freddie: I didn't tell you cause, even I don't know what it means, she, just, kissed me. Carly: So where is she now? Freddie: I dunno! I've called her, I've texted- [stops mid sentence and comes up with an idea] Carly: What? That's your idea face. What's your idea?! Freddie: Come here. [moves towards the computer] Carly: What's going on? Freddie: You can track the location of a pear phone if you know the user's password. Do you know Sam's password? Carly: Yes. Freddie: Well good, tell me. Carly: I can't say it outloud; it's icky. Freddie: [passes Carly the keyboard] Fine I won't look, you type it in. [turns away from the computer screen] Carly: K. [types in Sam's password] Ewww. Freddie: [turns back around] Okay, let's find her phone. Locating, tracking, annnddd... Carly: Where is she?! Freddie: I have to click the items. Carly: Well do it! Freddie: K! Okay, she's... [Both Freddie and Carly lean away from the computer screen in shock] Carly: Troubled Waters Mental Hospital?! Freddie: Mental hospital?! [Gibby walks in through the front door] Gibby: Gibbbaaayyy! [Freddie and Carly turn around to face Gibby] Gibby: S'up people? Carly: We're going to a mental hospital. Gibby: Yes!

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