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First floor rec room, Friday night, iCarly broadcast!

"No, I'm telling you, the frog is Freddie." Sam held the Freddie-frog up near the camera so Carly could get a good look.

"Is this like that time he tried to convince me you were a badger?"

"No, it's like that time I was a badger."

"Or the time you were a pony."

"Yes. Except he can't seem to talk and has no interest in ham."

"Ponies don't eat ham."

"Well this pony did!"

"Whatever! So you can't do the Curmudgeonly Carrot sketch?"

"Nope. I found a carrot costume for him, but he keeps hopping out of it. I told him it was unprofessional, but I don't think he cares."

"I guess frogs are like that."

"Yep."

It might be an interesting show, tonight.

[ooc: and no OCD since this is going up super late. If anyone wants to do some iCarly-ing with Sam and Freddie-the-Frog, feel free to just ping in!]

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"What's the word of the day?" Kenzi asked, wandering her way in wearing pajamas. "And what's with the frog?"

"It's Freddie." Sam held the frog up for Kenzi to see. "Figures, right? He turned into something all tiny and helpless. . . . And, you know, slimy."

Kenzi patted him on the head with one finger and shook her head. "That's so typical it's kind of poetic. Do you need help with the whole webcast thing?" She looked around at the dials with interest.

"Nah, I've seen Freddie do it bunches of times, and we can just use his B cam. But heeeeeeey, how'd you like to dress up like a carrot and get chased around with a giant vegetable peeler?"

In her hands, Freddie ribbited. Sam decided that meant he approved.

Kenzi gave Sam a jaded look. "Yeahno." Then reconsidered. "Unless there's a chance of getting paid?"

Sam dug into her pocket with her free hand. "I can give you a nice shiny . . . ball of lint?"

Kenzi sat down instead of taking the lint, and said, "Why don't you dress up as the carrot? Or we can dress Freddie in a little bit of orange felt?"

"Freddie won't stay in the costume. And I can't exactly chase myself around with a giant vegetable peeler."

"Enh." Asking what the point was would be pointless. This was Sam and the iCarly show. Kenzi leaned forward to squint toward Carly. "Would you be doing this if you were here?"

"If I say yes, will you do it?" Carly asked.

Sam offered Kenzi a bright, cheerful smile.

What the hell. "You better buy me coffee, Sam. I'm not that cheap a date. Where's the stupid costume?"

"I will totally try to remember to buy you a coffee eventually," Sam promised, setting Freddie gingerly down on the tech cart while she ran over to pull a carrot costume from her box o' show stuff. "You're the Curmudgeonly Carrot. So just . . . wear it and be grumpy."

"Method Acting. Me and DeNiro," Kenzi promised, going out of camera pick-up range to get into the stupid thing. They weren't going to quit asking 'til she did this anyway.

Well, they might have tried to get Spencer or Gibby to do it.

"You'll be a star," Sam promised. She threw a wink at the camera and Freddie the frog, then picked up a comically large vegetable peeler the size of a broad sword. "You'll go right on down in history."

Kenzi seemed to think this meant taking Freddy hostage. "Nobody move or the frog gets it." Ribbit. "I want a plane to Cuba and all the chocolate I can carry! And $100,000."

Sam sighed. The guests always decided to ad-lib. She hefted the vegetable peeler.

"We do not negotiate with terrorists!"

Kenzi better be careful with Freddie. Sam wasn't guaranteeing the safety of that vegetable peeler.

That was probably what made her grab the frog in the first place.

"What terror?" Ribbit! "Shush, you." Kenzi started backing away from Sam and that peeler, looking nervous. "You wouldn't hurt a carrot holding a frog, would you?"

"If you put the frog down, you don't have to find out," Sam pointed out reasonably.

Then she wouldn't be a carrot holding a frog, would she?

"Don't hurt Freddie!" Carly called, doing a perfect terrified damsel act.

"I won't hurt the frog!" Wait, that was leverage. "I just won't give him back!"

It was surprisingly awkward to try to run from a woman with a giant peeler with a terrified frog in your hands.

But it made excellent web television.

"Sam! Save Freddie!" Carly demanded.

"I'm working on it, I'm working on it!" Sam waved the vegetable peeler harder, chasing Kenzi around the room. "Come back here, you Curmudgeonly Carrot!"

Kenzi stopped in front of the webcam to stick out her tongue at Carly; Freddy mimicked her. "You'll never see him again-- aiiie!" She ducked under the desk now. Really hard to do in a costume.

Freddy hippity-hopped out of her grasp. "Oooooops."

"Run, Freddie, run!" called Carly.

Sam nearly tripped over him trying not to squoosh him. "Not at me Freddie you moron!"

Ribbit! "Come back here, you're collateral-- eep!" Kenzi staggered to her feet, and picked up a chair to hold off Sam. "No! I won't go that easily!"

A lot of their confrontations in War & Literature went like this.

"Put down the chair and take it like a carrot!"

"FREEDOM FOR VEGETABLES!" Kenzi called out, sliding the chair toward Sam, and proceeding to run like the dickens around the camera set-up.

Sam scooped froggy Freddie off the floor, leaning on her vegetable peeler and watched Kenzi run.

On the laptop screen, the feed showing what the audience was seeing displayed Spencer giving his word of the day.

What? Had she forgotten to tell Kenzi the sketch was only two minutes long? Whoops.

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