Carly sulked in her bed. The covers were hot and sticky from the moisture that was being released from Carly's body. The window was being tapped by millions of little raindrops coming from the ominous clouds that towered over Seattle. It sounded like little bugs were being savagely smashed upon the glass. But it wasn't. It was rain, obviously...Daddy Spencer was downstairs in the kitchen preparing a steamy meal of his famous spaghetti tacos.

"Hey what's for mama!" Sam came barging into the apartment. Daddy Spencer threw the large bowl of delicious buttery spaghetti that he was holding all over the floor. "GOD DAMMIT BITCH!" Spencer cried with immense pain.

"What!" Sam chuckled at the incident that had just occurred.

"You!-You just made me drop all of my freshly born spaghetti!"

"Well make some more!"

"Wh-What!?" I ran out! That was my last box of spaghetti and now it's splattered all over the floor!"

"Still looks good to me." Sam bent down and tilted her head to the floor, and began grazing upon the spaghetti that Spencer dropped. "See? The spaghetti is still buttery and warm. It's even got some dirt on it. That just adds to the flavor, like a seasoning!"

"God, you're so fucking disgusting Sam."

"Oh Daddy Spencer, chill. No need to get your man panties in a wad. It's actually pretty good, you should come and try some."

Daddy Spencer stood next to the fallen spaghetti for a minute to think if he should eat it. I mean, it did fall on the floor and the 5 second rule was broken. But he made up his mind. "Fine. I'll try a little." Daddy Spencer bent down next to Sam with his arms behind his back, and began to graze into the yellow field of spaghetti.

Daddy Spencer and Sam were like two Norwegian cows, grazing upon the lush verdant grass that the bright sun had created with it's warmth.

Meanwhile, Carly decided that she had done enough sulking in her room, and decided to see what Daddy Spencer was up to. But first, she went to the studio where iCarly used to be filmed.

Carly slowly opened the door, and calmly strolled in. She gazed around at the barren studio. She missed the old car that Daddy Spencer had made, and the large TV that swung out from the wall, and even the illuminated "dachshund" sign with the pink wiener dog. She missed all of it. After iCarly ended, nothing was the same. Everyone went their own separate ways, but nothing turned out how they wanted it to be. Carly moved to Italy, but she was constantly being made fun of for not being Italian, so she came back to Daddy Spencer. Sam went to Los Angeles and created a babysitting service with some dumb red bitch, but the red girl was getting payed more so Sam backed off. Freddy went to visit his dad, Barry B. Benson, in New York, but Barry died because he was a bee and it was winter. So Freddy came back to reunite with his old friends.

Carly thought about Freddy. Oh how she regretted murdering him. If only he didn't try to take Daddy Spencer away from Carly. Daddy Spencer was Carly's daddy, and she knew he'd always be loyal. She was fearless, and crazier than him. She was his queen, and God help anyone who disrespect his queen. Freddy knew this, but he still wanted in on the action too. Oh what a mistake that was.

Spencer, Carly, and even Sam violently slaughtered him in the attic at Groovy Smoothie for touching Daddy Spencer. That was a big no no.

Carly thought about his decaying rotting body in the attic, slowly disintegrating into a mushy mess of skin and bones. T-Bow still didn't know about it, but as far as you know, you know NOTHING. Anyways, she shivered at the tormenting thought.

She turned and looked at the old laptop cart where Freddy would control the show. She missed him. But the past was the past. Carly began to weep and started mumbling to herself. "I need to get over this. Freddy, if you're listening, please hear me out. I never meant to hurt you this way. I have always liked you and I regret every single day for what I did. You touched my daddy and no one touches daddy. See you in hell when I get there. Good bye, my boi."

Carly snapped out of her sorrowful trance she was in, and left the studio to go downstairs. She decided to use the elevator instead of lugging herself down the creaky wooden stairs. *Ding*. The elevator door opened, and she entered. *ding*. The green metallic door slid shut, and the elevator began it's slow descent.

In the meantime, deep in our Solar System, the planet Daisyworld, our 9th planet that replaced Pluto was in a midlife crisis. It was the end of the world. A super volcano that had been forming for the past 7 seconds was about to erupt. There was a countdown so everyone could prepare themselves for the blast. Right now, the international countdown timer was at 30 seconds.

All the aliens were preparing for their end...except one. An alien in one of the largest populated cities on Daisyworld, Cronus, was preparing a 3' 7" robot named RTR to launch to planet Earth.

RTR stood for Random Trash Robot, because it was falsely under the name RT-D2. So it was dumped in the garbage by RT-D2 himself. But luckily a kind alien adopted him, and now he's sending RTR into the cold endless space where he may never return...

Any who, the alien had been working on the robot for the past 2 week, in preparation for the end of the world. There was some sort of message or info inside RTR that was to be found by humans on Earth.

Outside in the streets, sirens began to go off, to warn the people of Cronus. The sirens were not only to warn the people, but also a queue for all major cities across the globe to start playing the national anthem so everyone could hear it one last time, togethor.

The anthem was "Since U Been Gone" by Kelly Clarkson.

The main lyrics began to play. "Here's the thing, we started out friends, it was cool but it was all prete-end, yea yea, since u been gone..." The timer beeped. There was now only 20 seconds until the explosion. The song echoed in between the tall buildings of Cronus. The citizens rushed frantically, not knowing what to do with themselves. The song continued to play.

"And all you'd ever hear me say, is how I picture me with you..." The timer hit 10...9...8...The alien prepared the robot for blast off.

He sprinted to the launch pad on his patio and pressed the red button on RTR's left side. The robot began to heat up and started to shake vigorously. The alien ran into his basement and huddled behind a shelf, rocking back and forth, anxiously waiting for impact. 6...5...4...The lyrics to Since U Been Gone commenced further. "That's all you'd ever here me say..." 3...2...1..."BUT SINCE YOU BEEN GONE!"

The planet quickly burst into a rocky fiery cloud. The robot blasted off into space, zooming towards it's destination of Earth.

The broken chunky planet created a black hole and imploded into itself, ceasing to ever exist. The robot shed a tear, as his owner now ceases to exist too. The electrical robot tear froze because of the immense frozen space, and chiseled off RTR's metallic face, and glistened beyond the stars.

RTR didn't look back. He flew past Neptune. "Ihay ustjay assedpay Eptunenay, onlyhay ourfay oremay lanetspay otay ogay." Translation-"I just passed Neptune, only four more planets to go." He sped up, getting increasingly faster and faster. Saturn...Jupiter...Mars...Earth! The blue green planet seemed so peaceful and simple from space, but really everyone wanted to die.

RTR tried to stop himself, but the strong gravitational pull of Earth pulled him in. He had no control of his body, and had no choice but to retract into Armadillo mode. His body coiled into a metallic ball. RTR caught on fire.

His spherical body swished through the thundery clouds above the Pacific Northwest. He was headed towards Seattle. His body got closer and closer to the rainy wet city, and there was no sign of him stopping.

RTR smashed into one of the steel beams of the Space Needle, breaking the beam into two pieces. The Space Needle lost support on one of it's sides, and began to topple over. It seemed like it was falling in slow motion to everyone who was witnessing this horrific event. It shadowed the ground that it was going to hit. The citizens braced for the impact. Finally, the Space Needle collided with the ground, shattering into millions of glass and steel pieces, impaling anyone in a 50 foot radius.

Welp, that really sux.

RTR was too busy watching the destruction that he caused that he didn't know he was about to crash...into Carly's apartment! He first struck the studio, which caused the roof to collapse. RTR hit Freddie's old laptop cart, completely bursting it apart. He then struck the floor and was headed downstairs where Carly, Sam, and Daddy Spencer were.

RTR flew through the ceiling and crashed onto the coffee table, splitting the wood into multiple directions. Carly ducked under a large piece of wood, but, KLONK! It hit Sam in the back of the head, knocking her out unconscious. She was too busy munching on Daddy Spencer's delicious spaghetti to react quickly enough.

Daddy Spencer slipped on the spaghetti and kicked unconscious Sam in the throat by accident. "Jesus Christ!" yelped Daddy Spencer.

Carly dived onto the floor. RTR was still in Armadillo mode. Dust floated down from the ceiling, and onto Carly, flattened on the floor.

Carly stumbled, but managed to get up. She wiped the dust off of her pants and shirt. Spencer slowly picked himself up from the pile of spaghetti, and noticed the metal ball that caused this commotion. Carly glanced behind her. "Sam!" She rushed over to Sam's side. "I'm so sorry! I should have blocked the wood from hitting you! This is all my fault!" Daddy Spencer was examining the smoking ball that lay in the middle of the room. Carly rushed to the sink with a purple plastic cup and filled it with cool water. She went back to Sam on the floor, and dumped water on her face. No reaction. "Oh Sam!" Carly screamed. Daddy Spencer was inching closer and closer to the metal ball. "Where did you come from mysterious ball?" Spencer cautiously said. "Where did you come from? Where did you go? Where did you come from cotton eye joe!"

All of the sudden, the ball began to reform into regular RTR. Daddy Spencer was startled, and backed up a couple feet. "Um Carly...Please come over here...Carly..."

"Not now Daddy! Sam is unconscious and I can't get her to wake up!"

"But the ball is moving!"

Carly stood up, away from Sam's limp body and slowly crept past Daddy Spencer and towards the shifting ball.

"Carly, what's happening?"

"And why would you think I would know?!"

They both stood frozen, waiting for the mysterious machine to stop fidgeting. A couple of beeps escaped from the machine, and it finally stopped.

"The fuck is this shit goin on right here like w-t-f are you this boi right here smh."

Daddy Spencer started speaking hood rat language and Carly had no idea what he was saying. "Daddy...Daddy!...DADDY SPENCER!"

"...all my fuckin swag-What Carly?!"

"You're speaking hood rat again"

"Oh...I guess I was...Im sorry, you know I can't control it."

"It's okay, let's just clean all this up and figure out what this..." Carly closely looked at the machine, and noticed it highly resembled R2-D2. "Um...Daddy Spencer...I think R2-D2 crashed in our living room."

Immediately, RTR began to testify that he wasn't R2-D2. "Onay! Myhay amenay ishay RTRhay, ithay tandsay orfay Andomray Rashtay Obotray!" Translation-"No! My name is RTR, it stands for Random Trash Robot!"

Carly and Daddy Spencer jumped back in fear.

"It's talking oh my God!" Daddy Spencer dropped on the floor. Carly looked at Daddy Spencer in disappointment, he was supposed to be the protective one...

Carly looked back at the robot, and a note was ejecting out of a thin slot on his ride side. It slowly slid out, like a receipt. The note had printed words displayed in a tiny font. The note fell out of the slot and floated to the ground. Carly hesitantly walked over to the note. She bent down and steadily picked up the note. She gripped the thin piece of paper in her finger tips, rising the note to her face. The tiny words became legible.

Carly read the note out loud. " -Echo-Hotel-Foxtrot° 14, -Delta-Echo-Delta° 5".

Carly was very confused at the complete nonsense that she just read. She gazed at the note, baffled. But, there was a spark that was bringing up something in her mind. A familiar thing she learned with Sam a while ago...Radio Code!

Carly became exhilarated, she remembered about how to decipher radio code! Alpha stood for A, Bravo stood for B, Charlie stood for C, and so on. "Daddy Spencer! Go get the notebook on the table and write this down! Hurry!" Daddy Spencer unraveled and lifted himself up to go get the notebook. "What did you figure out, Carly!"

"Shush, just write down what I say!" Carly began to read the letters off.

"Ok ummmm...C, E, dot, F, E, H, F, a degree symbol, 14, and then it goes to A, C, I, dot, G, D, E, D, degree symbol, and 5. That's it."

Spencer finished swiping his pen on the notebook. Carly took the notebook and and looked at what he had written. °14 and ° 5. "What does that even mean?"

"Well, to me it looks like coordinates."

"Well the letters would have to be numbers and the numbers would have to be letters, Daddy Spencer." Carly immediately knew that what she just said was true. "Daddy! Come help me!"

Daddy Spencer ran over to Carly's aid. "What do you need?"

"I just figured it out! The numbers need to be converted into letters and the letters need to be converted into numbers, to complete the coordinates!"

"Well let's do it!"

Carly began matching the letters and numbers in her brain. A was 1, B was 2, C was 3, etc. Carly began listing the numbers and letters for Spencer to write down. "3, 5, dot, 6, 5, 8, 6, degree symbol, ummm...and the letter N, and the next is 1, 3, 9, dot, 7, 4, 5, 4, degree symbol, and E."

"Okay, I'll put this in the computer."

Carly and Daddy Spencer ran over to the computer and searched Google Maps. They typed their coordinates into the search bar. The results appeared on the screen. Carly and Daddy Spencer were both very puzzled.

"Tokyo? You mean Tokyo, Japan?" Carly announced what the computer displayed. "What does this mean?...Wait, the coordinates get even more specific...The Tokyo Tower, the coordinates specifically say the Tokyo Tower. What does that mean?" Carly and Daddy Spencer sat in the chairs in front of the illuminated screen, contemplating what this could possibly mean.

"Maybe...we go there?" Daddy Spencer hesitantly said.

"Daddy, do you really think we should? This metal robot-thingy-whatever crashed into our apartment, from who knows where! We can't just go to Japan!"

"Oh come on, I'll book 3 tickets for you, me, and Sam, and we'll fly to an actual airport, unlike last time."

"But what are we going to do there?" Carly was definitely not on the same page as Daddy Spencer.

"Oh come on! Why not, we have nothing better to do? I've been saving up money from selling my sculptures to travel, and now could be the time."

"Okay, but we won't be able to get there anytime soon, I bet all flights are completely booked."

"We can check!" Spencer ran to the computer and clicked and typed away. Carly stood behind him, silently watching.

Spencer pulled up what flights were available from the Seattle/Tacoma Airport to Japan. There were a couple international airports available, but the cheapest and soonest flight seemed to be Narita International Airport, which is east of Tokyo.

"How about this, Carly? Narita Airport, we can get on a flight at 5:30 am on...TOMORROW?!"

"WHAT?! We can't go tomorrow! I have school and so does Sam!

"Who cares!"

"Well fine whatever we'll skip, but how many available seats?"

"It says that all the way in the back of the plane, there is two seats available."

"But what about Sam?" Sam was still lying in the floor.

"Well, if she stays unconscious, we can put her in a suitcase?..."

"Well...fine, but we need to make sure it's big enough so she doesn't get too cramped."

"Sure! I have one right here!"

Spencer pulled a large red suitcase out of his butthole.

"Man, I feel so much more roomy now!"

Carly actually began to like this plan. "Okay, well I guess it's settled, we'll pack tonight and leave in the morning!

Spencer rushed to his room to begin gathering clothes. Carly ran upstairs to her bedroom and paced around her room trying to figure out what she really needs to bring on her second trip to Japan.