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First floor rec room, Friday night, iCarly broadcast!

Sam spread a tarp across the floor, then checked the squirt guns. Once that was done, she went over, opened up a five gallon bucket, and took a deep whiff.

"Oh gravy. I love so."

Yes, iCarly this week was going to involve gravy and squirt guns. While the laundry machines were refusing to work.

No one had ever accused Sam of thinking ahead.

[ooc: open! Those who wander in might be recruited to appear in the webshow. iCarly officially wavers any responsibility for any cleaning bills resulting from Sam's bucket o' gravy. Side effects may include large stains and hilarity. Use only as directed. See store for details. Offer expires eventually.]

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The trick was to make sure Sam didn't eat all the gravy before the big shoot-out.

Yes, there was a five gallon bucket of the stuff. But this was Sam.

I know, you'll see, somehow the world will change for me. . . .

"I'm Carly," said Carly.

"And I'm hungry!" said Sam.

"When are you not hungry?" asked Carly.

"When are you not Carly?" asked Sam.

". . . Point."

What is it? Is it a pathetic play? Is it a game? Is it Sam and Carly cabbage-patching in a circle making strange noises?

Stay tuned and find out!

. . . whoever maybe might wander in!

Expanding your vocabulary since . . . well, for a little while now, at least.

The gravy gun fight. Woo!

It's almost the end of the show!

And that's a wrap, everybody!

What do you think, internet, should I order pizza?

Hmmm.

"I am both excited and scared that you were able to get that much gravy," Freddie remarked, as he started putting protective plastic covers over the AV cart.

"I know!" Sam looked way too pleased. "I'm so awesome!"

"Then again, I was able to get you delivery turkey last week," Freddie said. "So now I'm half thinking we need to start testing the local businesses with really weird requests."

"That could be really fun," Sam agreed. ". . . But it doesn't mean I'm not totally awesome."

"I didn't refute that," Freddie said, pulling the last bit of clear plastic over his laptop. Next he went to pull on a plastic poncho to protect himself. "So what for next week? A scale model of Seattle made of gumdrops?"

"Can I play a monster and go on a rampage on it?"

"Why else would we get an edible scale model of a city?" Freddie said with a dopey grin.

"...why is he making that face?" Carly said, having come up on the feed from Seattle. "That's his 'I like a girl' face."

"...it is not!" Freddie objected.

Sam's eyes went wide. "It isn't! It's his 'we're going to destroy Seattle' face."

"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.

"Steatophygic," Spencer said, before pulling the string that made that hands on his hat clap twice.

"Exactly," Freddie said. "Thank you. That's all we were planning."

"Okaaaaay," Carly said, slightly skeptical. "And why are we destroying my home town, exactly?"

"'Cause it's fun?" Really now, why else?

"Yes, but I kind of live here still," Carly said. "Some of us didn't go off to crazy school."

"We're not plotting to destroy the real Seattle," Freddie explained. "The gumdrop one."

"Crazy school," Carly repeated.

"You're just jealous you still have to go to real school," Sam said.

What? This week she'd tried to paintball her teacher and watched a movie in a crying theater. This totally wasn't real school.

"Am not," Carly said, defiantly.

Behind her on the Seattle feed, Spencer ran past with a flaming saucepan screaming "I don't even know how this is happening!"

"...Spencer tried making the gravy, didn't he?" Freddie asked.

Carly merely responded with a solemn nod.

"You know what's scary? Crazy school still has less fire."

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First floor rec room, Friday night, iCarly broadcast!

Before the broadcast

The broadcast

Opening bit

And now presenting. . . .

And here's our special guest. . . .

And now a word from our Spencer

And now the moment you've all been waiting for:

Closing bit

After the broadcast

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