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Hanson Campfire, Friday Evening, iCarly Broadcast!

Fredward Benson had pulled out all his A/V equipment and set up near the campfire again, so that Sam and he could film ther parts of the weekly iCarly web show. Of course, this experience could never go entirely smoothly, and this week Freddie was having trouble with the feed from Seattle.

"Are you entirely certain you didn't press any buttons, Gibby?" he said to the video of the feed from Seattle.

"I don't know, I don't have cable," Gibby retorted on the other end.

"Well something has the video feed upside down," Freddie said.

[ooc: OCD ~~coming~~ up and running, Wanderers-by are more than welcome, though may at least be asked to participate in random dancing.]

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Sam looked around. "Dude. Didn't you have another camera here, too?"

"What?!" he sat bolt upright and then flopped back again.

"Why do I have a feeling this isn't covered by my PearWarranty?"

Sam narrowed her eyes. No one made Freddie whine like that but her dammit.

"I'll get 'em back. I'll make those little lizards pay."

"Well just... try to get my stuff back, too," Freddie said. "That's a lot of expensive equipment."

Sam cracked her knuckles. "Paaaaaaaaaaaay."

"...Just don't eat them," Freddie said, too exhausted to tell her it might be a bad idea in general. "They're obvious, like, sentient."

"I wonder if they know Bigfoot."

"...suddenly I'm wondering if there are Beavcoons in the woods," Freddie said.

"Would it really surprise you if there were?"

"Gremlins just stole my A/V equipment," Freddie said. "Right now, about the only thing that could surprise me is if you came over to hug me."

"You do look pretty pathetic," Sam noted. "I'd probably just kick you, though."

Freddie make a face. "Please don't kick me," he pleaded.

Sam sat down on the ground with a big sigh. "Yeah, okay. It's not as fun when you're already depressed, anyway."

She was all heart, really.

"...thank you," Freddie said, genuinely grateful. He sighed, slightly wistful. "I wonder what happened to the rest of the show. You think Carly and Gibby just tried to do it all without us?"

"You guys did when I was in juvie that time." Sam shrugged. "Maybe they did a lot of Baby Spencer."

Freddie made a face. "Poor Spencer. I always feel sorry for him after those bits. And yet... he keeps agreeing to do them."

"We keep makin' 'em worse, but he keeps coming back," Sam agreed.

"He's like the Gibby of grown-ups," Freddie said. "That must be why they get along so well."

"D'ya suppose that means Guppy will end up like Carly?"

There was a weird image.

Freddie shook his head. "Guppy is way too much like Gibby," Freddie said. "Though I suppose it's always possible."

"True. I don't remember Carly ever running around without a shirt on."

Sorry, Sam. Freddie just went to a mental place that involves a goofy smile on his face.

You might want to rethink that 'not kicking him' plan.

Don't think that she wasn't.

"Hey. Stop perving on my best friend."

"...I wasn't," Freddie protested. "I wouldn't do that, either. That ship sailed a long time ago, thank you very much."

Uh huh. Sam totally bought that. "Right, so you weren't just totally picturing Carly shirtless."

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