Sam and Cat: Intro:
Sam hears a sound in the living room of her apartment and opens her nightstand drawer and grabs her butter sock. She steps quietly to the living room where she sees a figure in the dark. She runs and hits the intruder with her butter sock and yells "Die!" Then the intruder says "Not the bibble!" and then Sam turns on the light.
"Hey aren't you that weird chick from Hollywood Arts we met at the party at Keenan Thompson's house?" Sam asked. Cat kept trying to pick up the spilt bibble that was all over the floor. Sam grabbed her by the stomach and picked her up. Cat, with a handful of bibble said "Yeah! Hehe, you're Sam! I was in the neighborhood and wanted to see you!" Cat said looking at the bibble on the floor. "At 3 in the morning?!" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Why? Were you sleeping?" Cat asked, confused. "No, im always up running a marathon at 3 in the morning!" Sam said sarcastically. "Good, so I didn't wake you up" Cat said eating some bibble and sitting down on the couch. Sam sighed and sat down next to her. She tried to take some bibble from Cats' hand and Cat squealed and slapped her hand. "MY BIBBLE!" Cat yelled.
"I just want a few pieces!" Sam said trying to take some again. Cat slapped her hand again. Sam gave Cat a look. Cats' eyes got big and she looked back and forth between her bibble and Sam. She shook her head and Sam screamed and jumped towards Cat. Cat ran away and ran to Sams' room and stopped.
"This is your room? It's so cool!" Cat said laughing and jumping. Sam just stared at Cat. Cat slowly stopped laughing and jumping and just looked at Sam. "So, I was wondering. Since this apartment is so cool and you are nice" Sam cut Cat off. "Nice? I'm not nice." Sam said. "Oh, well, can I still move in?" Cat asked.
