Disclaimer: iCarly does not and will never belong to me; the true genius behind this show is Dan Schneider and the rest of the crew in the Schneider Bakery.
Freddie was working on a new gag for next week's show when Sam came bursting into the room, muttering angrily.
"Whats up?" he asked, watching her throw props around in a frantic search.
Sam ignored him, moving on to the back of the room and continued to tear apart the studio for another 10 minutes.
"Ah," she finally said, "here it is." Triumphant, she held out a small box full of extra-fat fat cakes and ripped a package open.
Freddie rolled his eyes. "So that's what you were looking for? You know you could have just asked me where it was instead of destroying the pla-"
Sam walked up to him and whipped her blonde curls in his face before swiftly kicked him in the shin. He crumpled, groaning in pain.
"None of your business nub," she retorted, shoved a fat cake in her mouth, and left. He clutched his leg in fetal position on the floor, grumbling.
"I hate her."
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