Hey, guys.
You were playing tennis?
Yeah, but I lost.
I thought you were getting good.
I am, but... I made my own tennis racket
and when I got it out into the sun,
I guess the heat just...
That's uh... pretty embarrassing.
Hey, if you played tennis,
then you were with a friend, right?
Sure. Why?
Get ready to type.
Uh, what friend?
Ryan.
Hey, man, can I use your bathroom?
Sure. It's up there to the right.
Cool.
What is he in fourth grade?
Third.
I got to go fix my floppy racket.
Okay, we have to find Spencer some friends his own age.
- We must. - Yep.
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, what do you think of him?
He can be a friend for Spencer.
Perfect age.
- Alone. - Doesn't look too stupid.
- Or too smart. - Let's hit him up.
Going in.
What?
You got a name?
Yeah, Darnell.
Well, hey, Darnell.
What's Carly saying?
Got their first friend for Spencer.
Some guy named Darnell.
Ah. I used to know a guy named Darnell.
And?
You know, not every story has to be interesting.
Now let's try to find him another one.
Right. Cool friend for Spencer.
He looks all right.
Yeah.
Uh, excuse us.
Yes. Excuse us.
What you guys need?
Take a look at this guy.
Yeah? How would you like to be friends with him?
You know you would.
Yo yo! You guys ready to go bowling?
We're not really going bowling.
Aw.
What are we doing?
We're not doing anything.
[dinging]
You are going out to dinner with some friends.
Game time.
Spencer, these are your new friends.
Uh. Hey.
I, uh... I brought you some cilantro.
[sniffing]
Your chili fries.
- About time. - Really.
Oh, God, those look good. Ah!
What the hey?
You said you didn't want chili fries.
Yeah, cause I thought my nachos were going
to come out at the same time.
You can't change your mind.
These are for us.
You guys are so mean... and boring.
Well, you're childish.
I am not.
Mmm. Good chili fries.
Carly! Carly.
What?
I don't like those guys.
- Just give him a chance to- - No!
They're dull and unfun, and they talk about politics
and taxes and live theater, and I hate them!
But you need friends your own age.
I do not.
Oh, come here. Come here, baby.
It's okay. It's okay.
Yeah.
- Okay. - It's okay.
[thudding, splashing]
Oh, my God. Oh, my God, it's iCarly.
It's iCarly. Hi. Hi. Hi. I love you. Hi. I love you.
[unintelligible] in the world. Oh, my God.
I need pics. I need a picture now.
I need pics. Hi. Hi. Smile.
You're my favorite. Smile.
Okay.
Hey, you're on my lap.
Oh, my God, I wanna be you. Smile.
Where's Gibby?
Oh, he's in the men's room-
Oh, my God, Gibby!
Gibby!
[chuckles]
Oh, my God, meatballs! Okay. Ah, Gibby.
I met Gibby. I touched Gibby.
Oh, my God.
[clamoring]
No, no, no, no, no! I love you!