"See," said Sam to her best friend Carly Shay. "He's in denial about it."
"Oh, like you're not in denial," he retorted quickly.
"I'm not," she replied a little too quickly.
"Ooh," said Carly.
"Shush!" Spencer cut in.
"But why do we have to..." began Carly.
"I thought I saw a beavecoon," he hissed and darted behind the sofa.
"Spencer," said Sam. "There's no such thing as a 'Beavecoon'."
"If that's the case," he said, popping his head up over the couch and startled Freddie onto the floor. "Then how come I heard it, hissing?"
Sam was too busy laughing at the boy on the floor to even care what Spencer was going on about.
"Okay," said Carly, ignoring both Sam's laughter and Spencer's humming of the 'James Bond Theme', darting around their apartment looking suspiciously in every corner. "We have to decided what we're doing for our 1000th webshow spectacular."
"Oh yeah," replied Freddie, getting up and noticing Sam's laughter subsiding.
"We're up to our 1000th webshow on iCarly already?" Sam asked in disbelief.
"No Samantha," replied Freddie. "You've just been coming here every week to eat Carly and Spencer out of house and home."
"...and you've been coming here to spend time with Carly and me because, let's face it, you have no other friends," answered Sam, snappishly.
"Guys, seriously," said an exhasperated Carly. "Don't make me use the spray bottle..."
"Ooh water," said Sam sarcastically. "Soo frightening Carls."
"At least you're not fighting now," she said, hands on her hips and smiling in triumph.
"So, what are we gonna do for iCarly's '1000th Webshow Spectacular'? Any ideas?" Freddie asked both girls.
Sam steps out of the kitchen and has a dramatic expression on her face as she begins to talk.
"I have an idea," said Sam, looking into the distance. "It involves Fredward..."
"What about him?" Carly asks.
"Well, for starters," she said. "We get a huge blender..."
"Sam..." starts Freddie.
"... and then we get some fruits..." Sam continues.
"Sam! No, we do not turn our friends into smoothies!" Carly argued and Sam dropped her head sadly.
"Aww," she said sort of quiet. "He would be delicious..."
"Anyway!" Freddie said, cutting her off and turned to Carly. "What about we have a costume party?"
"Now why didn't I think of that?" Sam asked sarcastically. "Oh yeah, coz it's stupid!"
"It's not stupid," said Freddie, folding his arms and then shook his head. "Oh yeah, like your idea was any better. Friend Smoothie."
"I like Freddie's idea," said Carly startling the two.
"You do?" Both Sam and Freddie ask simultaneously.
"What did we say about that?" Sam threatened Freddie, who took a step backward with his hands in front of him.
"Guys, come on," said Carly coming between them now. "Costume Party... ideas, thoughts... now!"
"Oh, that involves thinking," said Sam, disappointed.
"Something you're not very good at Puckett," said Freddie, under his breath and Sam glared at him but didn't do or say anything more.
"Hey, how about fruits?" Carly asked. "Or... forest animals..."
"How about killing me," said Sam rolling her eyes.
"Sam!" Carly responds in shock.
"How about dressing up as nobility?" Freddie suggested and seeing the girl's confused looks he elaborated. "You know, Kings, Queens, Princesses, Princes..."
"We get it," said Sam with a scoff. "You know, that's not half bad, Freddison."