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First floor rec room, Friday evening -- iCarly broadcast!

It was that time again! Time for Sam to try to eat half the props, for Carly to worry about her brother setting fire to the camera in Seattle, for fans all over the world (in Sam, Freddie, and Carly's dimension, anyway) to gather 'round their computers and watch the latest antics of three more-than-conventionally-attractive teenagers acting like morons.

Woo!

Sam was bouncing around, limbering up, a strip of bacon sticking out of her mouth. What? Acting like a moron and flailing around took a lot of energy, okay?

"Are you sure we don't need more tomatoes?" she asked as she bounced and chewed. "I think we need more tomatoes."

[ooc: OCD is a go!]

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Sam's warm up exercises /= everyone's warm up exercises.

La!

One of them's Sam, and one of them's Carly. Maybe. We hope.

Whatever the video ends up being of!

Perhaps with a dramatic monologue?

And anyone else who might wander in.

Expanding your vocabulary, two hand-hat slow-claps at a time.

Doing his Gibby-tastic thing!

Assuming we get this far!

For the winding down, and the eating of leftover props that Sam hasn't gotten to, yet.

We have someone lined up to guest star tonight, but that doesn't mean we're not open to people wandering through!

We're always open to people wandering through. Poke us here if you've got an idea or if you just want to put your character into an awkward position for the evening!

"Tomatoes don't grow on trees, Sam," Freddie said, and suddenly realized what he was saying. "And they're not cheap, either."

"So you're saying we should grow our own," Sam mused. "If any place can support a tomato tree, it's this island."

And maybe a meatball tree. Or a bacon tree.

Or a large sandwich tree. Mmmm.

"But that won't help us with the show tonight," Freddie mused. "Unless you know of an insta-grow tomato plant."

"And now we have a Word From Our Spencer," Carly announced, and the camera cut to a shot of her brother wearing a ridiculous hat.

"Sardoodledom," Spencer said. But before he could pull the string to make his hat clap, he just busted out laughing. It was hard to keep a straight face after saying 'Sardoodledom' after all.

"Again, if it exists anywhere, it's the place where I spent two days as a blue pony with a sandwich on my butt."

"Sam," Carly admonished. "We know that wasn't really you."

Oh Carly.

"I'm Sam," said Sam.

"And I'm Carly," said Carly.

"And this is the Paprika Puppy Farms International Dog Cotillion!" said Sam.

"No it's not!" said Carly.

"Is it the Swedish Nose Festival?" guessed Sam.

"Nope."

"Oh! Oh! I know! It's that loveable sitcom of errors, Cantankerous and Falafel!"

"Okay, now you're just saying words."

"Yep!"

"It's iCarly!"

Freddie said noooothing. "Are we forgetting anything else we need prepped for the episode?"

"Oh, yeah, we need to do that thing!" Sam told him.

There was no thing that they needed to do.

"What thing?" Freddie said, worried that he really had forgotten something.

He didn't like that feeling.

"You know," said Sam, "with the stuff."

She really was kind of a horrible person.

"Don't tell me you forgot about the thing."

Freddie looked like someone just told him he had 6 months to live. "What thing?" he said again, so, so worried.

"Sam!" Carly admonished from Seattle.

Sam grinned. "Oh come on, it's fun to watch him squirm."

"I'm not denying that," Carly said. "I'm just saying that maybe now isn't the time."

"It's really not!" Freddie said, in indignant outrage.

Juliet was ignoring the flailing and the tomatoes, or trying to pretend like she was.

She was also trying to ignore the zoo full of butterflies rampaging through her stomach.

Instead, she sat ostentatiously in a full lotus yoga posture, breathing in and out rhythmically. Namaste.

The picture was only somewhat wrecked by the fact she kept screwing up her face to peek out from under her eyelids and see what Sam was doing. It was a bit more wrecked by the marmoset perched on her lap, looking like ... well, mostly he looked like he wanted to grab Sam's bacon. His sister's webcast broadcast did not seem to be a priority.

"And now," Sam said, voice heavy and serious. "Tonight we have a special treat for all of you out there on the Great Interwebs."

"We do?" said Carly.

"Yes, we discussed this," Sam said, not turning that deadly serious gaze from the camera.

"So they're not just wandering in, then?" Carly asked.

"Not this time." Sam nodded at the camera. "Some come closer, Interwebs. Are you sitting comfortably? Have a box of tissues on hand? iCarly presents . . . A Very Dramatic Reading . . . by the one, the only, Juliet Darling! And her marmoset twin brother, Jeremy!"

"I swear," said Gibby, leaning in next to Carly on the Seattle set. "This show gets weirder every week."

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First floor rec room, Friday evening -- iCarly broadcast!

Before the show

The show!

Opening Bit

Please enjoy this video of. . . .

And now our special guest star. . . .

A word from our Spencer

Iiiiiit's Gibby!

Closing bit

After the broadcast

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