My name is Samantha Puckett,
and I'm from Seattle and I love fried chicken!
It's true she does.
She loves chicken.
You did great!
No, I was off balance when I turned to walk off!
Oh no one'll notice that.
I'm feeling all anxious now.
- Where's my purse? - Here, here.
You keep fried chicken in your purse?
It's my emergency thigh!
Spencer!
Did you get my medicine?
Not yet. I was on my way to the drugstore,
but then I stopped off at a Tub-a-Chicken.
Why didn't you stop there?
- For a tub of chicken. - Oh.
Oh.
Yes! Oh.
Who is it?
[coughing]
It's the guy from the motorcycle shop.
Hello?
Hey!
Mickelita!
[coughing]
Listen.
Do you have a choke knob for a 1964 Sterling motorcycle?
What's he saying?
He's just beginning to respond!
You have one?! Ah!
I swear. I think you're the only guy on Earth that has one.
Dude, don't tell him that!
You're gonna drive the price up!
Shh!
I'm bargaining.
Yeah!
I need this motorcycle finished by tomorrow!
So, I'm basically desperate!
What?!
Mickelita?
You know, I can't pay $2,000 for a choke knob!
You listen! Listen to me!
Listen, don't make... Mickelita! Alright, goodbye!
[coughing]
You get a good deal?
[screaming]
You know, when I was in school, we hatched a bunch
of baby chicks in the classroom.
Very cool, very fun.
That's perfect!
Can Sam and I do that here?
Sure.
Ooh and we could even show it on iCarly.
The eggs, the whole incubation process,
and then the baby chicks being born.
And then we make fried chicken.
Give me your hand.
Sam. Sam. S... fried chicken.
I want the leg. gimme a leg.
- What time is it? - Morning.
I love fried chicken in the morning.
There is no fried chicken.
- Then why'd you wake me? - 'Cause!
We're still trapped at Nora's.
Come here. Come here.
What is it?
I want to tell you a secret.
Okay.
Come here.
I'm already here.
What's the secret?
I like fried chicken.
[laughing]
It's not a secret that you like fried chicken.
No, Spencer's fine.
It was a joke.
No, listen.
Who's she on the phone with?
Her granddad. Someone told him that Spencer blew up on iCarly.
No, Granddad. Just just go back to your bingo game.
No, Spencer's fine.
Spencer's funeral will be at the
Lawndale Cemetery, Tuesday at 4 pm.
Instead of flowers,
please send fried chicken to his good friend, Sam Puckett.
- Nicely done. - I know.
Hey, what time is it?
It's like. it is about...
Gah!
[laughing]
April Fools!
Dude!
Quit whacking Spencer in the head
and go get me some fried chicken!
Sam's still asleep.
Yep, probably dreaming about prancing through
a field of hot dogs and fried chicken legs.
[laughing]
I know that look.
That's your thinking look.
Oh, I'm thinking. You thinking?
I'm thinking. We thinking the same thing?
If we're thinking about a way to give Neville a vehicle
that's never been state registered
and can go 25 miles an hour.
Oh no, I was thinking about fried chicken.
Man, there's not one restaurant
in Seattle that delivers fried chicken.
Pay attention. Let's watch the show.
Hey, Freddie, it's me, Spencer.
Can I borrow your ointment?
Sorry, this isn't a good time,
but thanks for asking.
See?
Oh. And here's a Sam response
that works for almost any question.
I don't know.
Just bring me a bucket of fried chicken!
Going to delve deep
into your inner psyche and uncover
the cognitive dysfunction.
Now, I'll say a word and then you say
the first word that pops into your brain.
Fried chicken.
Wait. It's mine?
Hello? Testing. One, two, three.
The ham, ribs, fried chicken, pork, bacon, various meats.
It's coming back and I'm hungry.
Are these ribs?
I can't eat chicken all the time.