Freddie and Carly were waiting in the iCarly studio.
"I hate it when Sam volunteers to plan everything for iCarly," Carly said.
"And then she puts it off until the day of the webshow!" Freddie added.
"You let her!" Carly complained.
"If I don't let her get away with anything, she turns my nose inside out!" Freddie replied.
"You're nose needs a nose job, anyway," Sam said, stepping out of the elevator and jumping onto one of the bean bags.. "Besides, I had the most amazing idea ever!"
"For iCarly?" Carly and Freddie asked at the same time.
"No," Sam frowned. "For ice cream! You know that cooking show on the Food Channel called 'Golden Cook'?"
"That show that Ricky Flame was on before he worked on Food Fight?" Freddie asked.
"Yeah, and he ended up going back to it after I beat him up at that kid's wrestling place," Sam said. "What a nub. Anyway, they have some ice cream machine that can make any flavored ice cream! So what if I made bacon flavored ice cream?"
"SAM!" Carly yelled. "You were supposed to give us your ideas for the next iCarly segment!"
"Oh, why do I need to do that?" Sam replied, as if it wasn't the most important thing in the world. Which it isn't, now that I think of it, but the situation made it seem that way.
"Because we have a new iCarly webcast tonight!" Freddie yelled.
"Ah, who cares?" Sam asked.
"WE DO!" Carly and Freddie yelled.
"Sam, you are the most ignorant idiot I've ever seen!" Freddie snapped.
"And you're a nub!" Sam replied.
"Oh, so you think I'm a nub, huh?" Freddie replied in a haughty voice. Definitely not the best retaliation, but hey, you've gotta throw him a bone for that.
"Yeah? And what'cha gonna do about it?" Sam replied, standing up.
"Uh…" Freddie paused. Sam was definitely not someone to mess with. "This!" He balled his fist and gave Sam a better nose job than she could ever give him.
Sam stumbled, stood up, then gave Freddie a nose job right back at him. Freddie threw another good punch in her jaw. This went on for a few seconds before Carly grabbed an air horn and blew it. Freddie and Sam fell backwards.
"You guys need to behave!" Carly said.
"Freddie started it!" Sam replied. "He's oughta be thrown out a window!"
"Window, huh?" Freddie replied. "I'm leaving!"
"What?" Carly and Sam both said.
"Freddie, we need you!" Carly said. "We can improvise the show!"
"Ah, who needs the nub, anyway?" Sam replied.
"That does it!" Freddie yelled. He grabbed his coat and stormed out of the studio.
As Freddie walked out of the Shay apartment, his mother popped out of their apartment.
"Freddie, did that girl Carly kiss…?" she began to ask before she was blasted back into her house by another air horn. The door slammed as she ran to grab some ear drops.
"Stupid iCarly," Freddie muttered. "They don't need me. They wouldn't even care if I was dead!"
