I bet you're looking at the title and going, "Ugh, another one of these?" But I had to! It's just… I had to! XD LOLz, I'm sorry. This is probably way off, but what can I do? I'm a Seddie Warrior in hopes of Seddie! I really hope iOMG is like this, though… that would be awesome. (But Dan will have waaay funnier jokes than me. LOLz.) But, I have no idea what Old Spice is, so yeah. I think it's a deodorant… Bare with me people! It's supposed to be a parady they do, but I dunno... so it's just there. XD
Freddie's random Spanish: Mostaza = Mustard. *shrugs*
DISCLAIMER: Most of this is from the promo, Dan's blog, extras, iHaI, or other episodes, but some of this is actually mine! Haha. I don't own Old Spice either.
iOMG
Part 1
"Well, I hope you liked our Old Spice parody!" Sam jumps in front of the camera.
"We sure do!" Carly jumps in front of the camera, also. "Ok, we're gonna give you guys a test-"
"Ugh, testing's so chizzy!" Sam exclaims and sticks out her test.
"Don't worry, Sam, it's not educational..." Carly smiles at Sam, then to the camera.
"Yay!" Sam presses the applause button on her remotes.
"Ok, let's begin... look at us," Carly says to the camera, smiling.
"Now look at Gibby," Sam smiles at the camera. Freddie turns the camera to a smiling Gibby.
"And look at us," Carly says and Freddie turns towards Carly and Sam.
"Now back at Gibby," Sam says and Freddie moves the camera to Gibby.
"And back at us," Carly says and the camera goes back to the smiling duo.
"Now look at Gibby," Sam says and Freddie moves the camera to Gibby, but this time he's holding a big white blob.
"And back at us," Carly says, acting oblivious to the sudden change of Gibby as the camera shows them.
Sam looks over at Gibby. "Uh, Gibby, what is that?"
Gibby smiles proudly and looks at the camera. "A big, white blob."
"And, uh, what exactly is it?" Carly asks.
"I dunno!" he says happily. Freddie smiles from behind the camera. Brad also smiles from behind the laptop on Freddie's cart.
"Ok…" Carly and Sam both say awkwardly.
"Anyways… we'd like you yo meet our new intern!" Carly exclaims, going back to her usual demeanor.
"His name's Brad," Sam smiles, also regaining her demeanor. "Come on out here, Brad!" She presses a button on her blue remote and applause goes off.
Brad chuckles silently and jogs over to in between the girls. "Hello, people who watch iCarly!"
"He makes awesome fudge," Sam looks off and rubs her stomach absentmindedly.
"We all love his fudge," Carly clarifies.
"I could marry this boy's fudge!" Sam says excitedly.
Carly casts a weird glance towards Sam. "You can't marry inanimate objects, Sam."
"So?" Sam shrugs.
Carly just laughs and shakes her head. "Well, this raps up tonight's iCarly!"
"See you next time!" Sam jumps in.
The two girls say random goodbyes at the camera and Freddie hits a button on his laptop. "And… we're clear! Good show, guys!"
"Thanks, you too,"
"Yup,"
"Thanks!"
"And this was a much better show than with Cort, just saying. Good job, Brad," Freddie says.
"Ah, thank you," Brad says. "I love your new editing software, Cutting Room Flo!"
"Thanks, man!" Freddie says.
Sam smiles. "Aw, more nerd bonding!"
"Sam," Carly scold, and Sam just shrugs. "So, who's ready for dinner?"
Sam gasps. "Is it that awesome chicken pot pie you've been talking about?"
"Yes!" Carly says energetically.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Sam exclaims and runs out of the iCarly studio. Freddie smiles and shakes his head at her.
"You guys staying?" Carly asks the boys in the room.
"When don't I stay?" Freddie laughs and he leaves the studio, too.
"Nah, my mom needs help with Guppy. He got stuck in the dish washer again and I promised her that I'd be home right after the show," Gibby replies nonchalantly, then leaves the studio.
"Alrighty then…" Carly says weirdly. "How 'bout you, Brad?"
"Sorry, I can't. I have this stupid curfew," Brad replies kindly.
"Oh, ok," Carly smiles and leads the way out of the studio.
~iOMG~SEDDIE~iOMG~SEDDIE~iOMG~
Sam pushes out her chair in the kitchen table and puts a hand on her stomach. She sighs. "That was some good chicken pot pie."
"Oh, stop it, I'm blushing," Carly jokingly says.
Sam laughs. "Yeah, it was way better than that lemonade of yours!"
Carly stops laughing. "Ok, what is wrong with my lemonade?"
Sam looks at her. "I gotta take a wazz…" she runs to the hallway with the bathroom.
Carly sighs. "How'd you like it, Freddie?" Freddie continues to stare into space with a weird expression on his face. "Freddie?"
"Huh? What?" He snaps out of his daze. "Oh, hey, Carly! Where'd Sam go?"
"She's in the bathroom, but what is wrong with you? You've been out of it, lately! You hardly talked during dinner and you wouldn't answer me and you had this weird expression on your face as if you were in…" realization hits Carly. "Oh, My God, are you in love?"
Freddie's eyes widen. "Uh, no…" He walks over to the computer monitor.
"You are, aren't you?" A smug smile comes on her face as she follows him.
"Um, Carly, remember my curfew? I have to be home by-"
"No, we have to talk about this!" Carly cuts him off.
Freddie groans. "Can we just not talk about it?"
"No, we can't not just talk about it," Carly says.
"But my mom's waiting for me to-"
"I don't care. Are you in love?" Carly asks sternly, cutting off Freddie's protest.
Freddie looks over to the kitchen, trying to find something to talk about. "Sooo… what was in that chicken pot pie?" he asks nervously. "I mean, I know 'chicken' obviously. But what other-"
"Are you in love or not?" Carly asks sternly, cutting him off once again.
Freddie looks down at his shoes, the quiet air is tense. "Yes."
Carly sighs, "But you promised. You said you wouldn't fall in love with me as long as-"
"I didn't say I was in love with you," Freddie says in defeat.
Carly stares at Freddie very confused. "Well, who are you in-"
"You'll be surprised, but I will tell you she is, just not now, ok?" Freddie smiles at her.
Carly sighs in defeat, but smiles anyways. "Ok." Freddie pats her arm and then goes to sit on the couch.
"Don't you have a curfew?" Carly asks, confused.
Freddie snorts. "That's not 'til another hour."
Carly's mouth drops open. "Rude." Freddie shrugs innocently and flips through the channels on the TV.
Sam walks out of the hallway then and towards the couch. "What's up, peoples?"
"The MMA fight is on live, right now," Freddie says excitedly.
"Really?" Sam asks, even more excited than him. "Dude, no way! Change the channel, Freddifer!"
Freddie rolls his eyes as he changes the channel to MMA.
Carly logs onto her email on the computer. She reads over one from her school. "No way! Ridgeway's having a Lock-In!"
"What's a Lock-In?" Sam and Freddie ask simultaneously. They look at each other and Sam slaps him in the face and Freddie slaps her. Then they turn their attention back to her.
Carly blinks at her two best friends. "Um, well, it's like a sleepover at the school and-"
"Ick," Sam says in disgust. "Who would want even more school? We already have it five days a week!"
Carly rolls her eyes. "Yeah, but it's supposed to be really fun! We still have to complete an assignment, though. There will be snacks and even though the teachers say that they're monitoring us, they're really just in the teachers' lounge," she laughs.
"You had me at snacks!" Sam says. Carly laughs at her love for food.
"How about you, Freddie?"
"Sure, I'll go," he responds.
"Aw, does wittle Fredward have nothing to do on a Friday night?" Sam asks in a baby voice.
Freddie scoffs. "Like you don't either, Puckett."
Sam narrows her eyes at him. "Oh, you're gonna get it, Be-"
"We could even do iCarly there! Oh, I have a new idea for an iCarly segment!" Carly says happily as she cuts off their bickering.
Sam huffs. "What kind of segment do you have in mind?"
"Well, we could say what we look in for a guy!" Carly says.
"Yeah, all three of us," Sam says, trying to keep in her laughter.
Freddie glares at her. "Sam, I'm n-"
"Anyways, we could do that there!" Carly cuts him off, trying to avoid that subject.
"Whatever,"
"Mostaza,"
~iOMG~SEDDIE~iOMG~SEDDIE~iOMG~
Sam and Freddie are having an arm wrestling competition in a school classroom on the desks. There are kids cheering on either Sam or Freddie and, finally, Freddie loses. It's the beginning of the Lock-In and, as expected, the kids are all goofing off instead of doing the project.
"Haha, told you so! Mama always wins!" Sam exclaims and gets up to do a victory dance.
"Yeah, yeah, you told me so…" Freddie says disappointed.
"Say it," she demands.
"No," Freddie shakes his head.
"Say it," she says angrily with a glare.
Freddie groans and mumbles something inaudible.
Sam smirks. "What was that?" she cups her ear with her hand.
"Sam is…" he mumbles the rest of the sentence.
"Benson!" she says threateningly.
"Ok, ok…" Freddie sighs. "Sam is the best, funniest, most awesomest girl who can beat me at arm wrestling any day," he says in a monotone voice.
A huge smile comes across her face. "Yeah, baby!" she exclaims. "See, I knew you'd come to your senses one day, Fredenstein!"
He dismisses his comment with a wave of his hand.
"Who wants snacks? I sure do! Let's go, peoples!" Sam says and she runs out of the room, with the rest of the group following her.
Freddie groans and puts his head on the desk. Why is this so hard?
