Aw. [chuckles]
Look at Freddie. [sighing]
What about him?
Boys are just so cute when they're asleep.
[grumbling]
What happened?! In five, four, three, two, what happened?
Gibby.
Listen, this whole thing has gotten way out--
That was a Chai latte.
Well I'm gonna make you a die latte.
Yeah, I said it.
Nothing happened between me and Tasha.
I was just talking to her and--
And you lost control and tried to kiss her up.
I'm gonna break you.
Oh. There.
Kevin got us tickets to the MMA fight!
- Yeah. - And we get to hang out
with him and his dad backstage. We're gonna meet Jackson Colt!
And Kevin said we get to interview him for iCarly.
Ah, this is perfect.
We do a little interview. We eat some nachos.
We watch huge dudes punch each other in the face.
Excuse me. Who is punching who in the face?
Mom, what are you doing here?
You forgot your ointment.
[groaning]
It stopped itching.
Itches can come back.
Please let his itch come back.
I want you all to form a neat single file line.
Hey! I mean it!
[screaming]
Animals!
Man, I wanna win that school at sea cruise so bad.
Bad enough to penetrate that freakish mob?
[screaming]
Out of my way!
[screaming]
I'm going in. [screaming]
Let me-- No.
[screaming]
The winner of locker 239 is... Freddie Benson?
Yes! Yeah! Up top!
Freddie's guess was exactly correct,
2,718 fat cakes.
Ha!
In your face, you blonde headed demon! Yeah.
Uh, wait, hold on a second.
Huh?
It seems another student
has also guessed the number correctly.
Oh, no.
And the other winner who will share locker 239
with Freddie is Sam Puckett.
Ow! Oh, yeah! Sam's a winner!
Sam Puckett is a winner! Yet again, Fredward.
No! Ow! Uh.
Told ya, mama knows fat cakes.
My composter's produced over 15 pounds
of organic fertilizer,
enough to fill four large garbage bags.
And I ain't just talking trash. [chuckles]
Well, Freddie, it looks like
you put a lot of work into this project.
I did. What do you think?
Look, it's fine,
but it's not new or exciting or good.
I... but I imported my worms from Portugal.
And do you realize how much jet fuel
an airplane uses to fly here from Portugal?
Uh.
Burning jet fuel is very bad for the environment, Freddie.
Yah.
Um, but a-at least a--
- D minus. Sit. - But.
Yes, sir.
I am prepared to offer you 200 bucks
for your half of the locker.
- Done. - Done?
Yeah. Why?
Well, I thought you'd ask for more.
Nah, I've been missing having a locker next to Carly,
so I was gonna give ya that one anyway.
Well, if you were gonna give me the locker anyway,
then I want my money back.
[brakes screeching]
[screaming]
[horn honking]
There's my mom now.
Open the door!
Call the police.
Open this door!
Leave me alone, Sam! We're even!
[screaming]
Come here, Benson!
You handcuffed her to Gibby?!
She put a dead fish in my locker.
Gibby's way worse than a dead fish!
My mom thinks I'm awesome.
- Give me the key! - Give her the key.
Only if she promises--
[screaming]
Call the police!
[screaming]
[beeping]
[laughing]
Mom?!
You tried to vacuum my ear while I was sleeping?!
Please, let me finish.
Hey, people!
Lookie, lookie, what I got!
Whatcha got?
It's a Norwegian air conditioner.
Socko says it's insanely powerful.
- Well, fire it up. - Hurry.
Yeah, I'm sweating like a meatloaf here.
- 'Kay. - Come on, plug it in.
Okay. Let's see here.
[sighing]
Yeah, baby!
Oh!
[sighing]
So, now we just stand here like this all day?!
Nah! It came with a big box of long, yellow flextubes,
which I can attach to these and then run the cool air all
throughout the apartment!
- Nice. - Tubos yellos.
[both] Extreme pet makeover!
Whoo!
Now, here's Grubbles' before picture.
[beeping]
That's a face only a Gibby could love.
But take a look at Grubbles now.
[beeping]
[cheering]
- Uh-huh. - Grubbles.
- Whew! - Yeah.
Yeah!
Looking good, Grubbles.
What's up, hot stuff?
So, how does Grubbles like his new look?
Oh, he loves it.
And it's been a real boost to his self-esteem.
Well, we're about to boost him even higher.
Yep. We're gonna make him feel super special...
...By giving Grubbles his very own...
[both] Paparazzi ambush!
Whoo!
Grubbles, Grubbles, Grubbles.
Looking great.
- Hey, Grubbles! - Grubbles!
- Grubbles! - Over here, Grubbles!
- Over here, Grubbles! - Beautiful!
Grubbles!
Come on, let's go!
They took a lot of pics.
Pics we'll be posting right here at icarly.com.
So make sure you look at 'em.
Look at them.
Freddie Benson.
Mom, we're in the middle of the show.
I don't care. You have some explaining to do.
Mom, can we talk about this later?
Sam, don't take the-- Come on!
This could be very fun to watch.
What's so important?
Maybe you'd like to explain the contents of this baggie?
What is that?
Oh, you don't recognize this asparagus
that I put on your dinner plate?
Mom, can we-- Don't shoot this!
Sorry, I can't hear you over this embarrassment.
Mom, please leave.
After you finish your vegetables.
Oh my g--
You'd better finish that with gosh.
Dear gosh, please make her leave.
Dude, just finish your asparagus so we can get on with the show.
♪ When a big boy Eats his vegetables ♪
Don't sing the song.
Okay, who would like
a super special after Web show snack?
What sort of snackage we talking about here?
We are talking about a tray of red velvet cupcakes
with cream filling.
- Whoa. - Ooh.
- From cupcake Jake's? - Yep.
Cupcake for you. Cupcake for Sam.
- Mm. - Cupcake for me.
[everyone] Mm.
My cupcake's hollow.
So is mine.
What happened to the cream filling?
They're all empty.
How did they?
So what do you think happened?
Well, hello, ladies. We were not just playing
with a hand laser from Galaxy Wars.
Won't you come in?
Hi.
Alison, this is my bud, Freddie.
- Hi. - Hi.
And this is Leslie.
- Hi, nice to meet you. - Hey, how's it going?
Okay. Who's ready to go indoor rock climbing?
I couldn't get us a climb time 'till 8:30.
Oh, well, no worries.
We can kill a half hour here.
Oh, my God!
You have What am I? I love this game.
Oh, yeah, my buddy, Socko bought me
that but I've never played it.
It's awesome. Everybody puts a card
on their forehead, and you ask yes or no questions
and try to figure out what you are.
- Sounds fun. - Let's play.
I'll get the low-cal cream soda!
Am I something you can wear?
- Totally, yes! - Yes, you are!
Am I pants?
- Bingo! - Yeah!
Whoo! Hands up!
Oh, yeah!
Great, Leslie won.
Can we go rock climbing now?
- No. - No.
We all got to guess what our foreheads say.
Freddie, your turn.
Okay. Am I a subatomic particle?
- That's just a bad question. - No.
Yeah. That would never be on one of these cards.
Yeah. Come on. This is a family game.
A family game with adults in it.
Can I be spread or squirted?
- Got to pick one or the other. - Can I be squirted?
- Yes. - Am I a waffle?
No, you don't squirt waffles.
Do you guys wanna go out or not?
Hey, you took your card off your forehead
before you guessed what you were.
That's against the rules.
Come on, my turn. Am I a gas?
No, you're big. Gases aren't big.
You guys wanna make out with us?
A gas can occupy a big space.
Yeah, but the gas itself isn't big. My turn.
Am I a fruit?
On what planet are there squirtable fruits?
A planet I wanna live on.
Hey, what happened to you guys? It's almost one in the morning.
You're supposed to pick us up with the pageant at midnight.
Sorry. Am I a finger puppet?
- No. - Am I a thermometer?
No.
Sam won the pageant.
Mama got first place.
Am I the French revolution?
I don't even know what that is.
Hey, I won first place.
Can you guys pay a little attention to us?
No! We have five hours invested in this game.
We are not stopping 'till we guess what we are.
- You're cheese. - You're a big toe.
- Oh! - Dang it!
[grumbling]
- Am I a squirrel?! - No!
- Spencer, wake up. - Huh?
- Spencer. - No, Harmoo, don't buy that.
[screaming]
[grunting]
What- What are you doing?
Is it okay if I sleep here?
Alright. You can sleep on the chair.
Thanks.
Wait. How come you're sleeping on the couch?
I don't know.
What's wrong with your room?
Nothing.
- Then why are you-- - I saw a spider in there!
- Good night. - Good night.