A/N: This is going to be a dialogue fic. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly.
"Gibby?"
"Yes?"
"What is Guppy doing?"
"He's practicing to be a comedian."
"What kind of comedian uses rubber chickens?"
"The...rubber chicken...slappy kind?"
"Oh Gibby."
"You know, when I offered to help you babysit Guppy, you forgot to mention his comedian act we'd be forced to watch ALL. NIGHT."
"Sorry?"
"Hmph."
"I love you?"
"Humph."
"..."
"..."
"Happy Birthday!"
"I thought Guppy stopped doing that."
"He's been seeing a therapist."
"You mean your therapist?"
"Maybe."
"..."
"..."
"What to have a tickle fight?"
"Gibby, you're insane."
"You know you love Gibby."
"Sure..."
"TICKLE FIGHT!"
"GUPPY! RUBBER CHICKENS DO NOT TICKLE HUMAN ADOLESENT FEMALES!"
"They could."
"I'll tickle you."
"Shut up, Gibby."
"Happy Birthday!"
"TICKLE TIME!"
"Not by the rubber chickens! HELP!"
"Sorry, babe, you're on your own."
"Happy Birthday!"
A/N: Yeah, I don't know. REVIEW!