"Well, that's the end of our show for tonight, ladies and gents!" Carly said brightly, smiling into the camera.
"Remember," Sam piped up, in a faux-serious voice.
"Pet a mushroom," Carly said.
"Smell a turkey," Sam added.
"And," the two girls said in unison, "Eat lots of BACON!"
"And, we are clear!" Freddie said happily, turning his camera off and placing it down on his tech cart.
"Great show tonight, guys!" Carly said encouragingly to her two best friends.
"Thanks, Carls," Sam replied, falling lazily into a beanbag chair.
"Gracias, senorita," Freddie replied in random Spanish.
"So," Carly suddenly got into her peppy mode, "I think we all deserve some celebratory spaghetti tacos for dinner! What do you say guys?"
"Awesome!" Freddie replied.
"I'm always up for food!" Sam said.
"Well," Carly began, "Spencer won't be back from Socko's for another few hours, so maybe I could try and cook for a change…"
"NO!" Sam and Freddie shouted in unison.
"Okay, fine!" Carly said, quickly. "You guys are so weird!"
All of a sudden, Freddie snickered while he looked into his laptop screen.
"What's so funny?" Carly asked him.
"I bet he saw his reflection in his computer screen," Sam laughed.
"Haha, very funny, Puckett," Freddie said sarcastically, closing his laptop and sitting down on a beanbag chair. "But, I just so happened to have gotten a new SplashFace message from Gibby with a mysterious link on it that I should 'Check Out.' Ohhhh, Gibby." Freddie chuckled.
Sam made a suspicious face. "Ah, I don't really trust that shirtless potato. He probably sent you a link to some porn website."
"SAM!" Carly and Freddie shouted, horrified.
"Ah, you guys are such pansies!" Sam laughed. "C'mon we're all seniors in high school here, soon to be 18. I think we're all adult enough to mention that kind of stuff in here." She paused. "Well, maybe, except for little Frednubs over here." Sam affectionately patted Freddie's head like he was a fluffy Golden Retriever puppy.
"Hey, stop that!" Freddie whined.
Sam ignored him. "I bet Freddie's never even touched a bra, well maybe except for doing his mommy's laundry." Sam laughed.
"Sam, be nice!" Carly scolded. "It's not Freddie's fault that he's sexually deprived! Some boys go through puberty faster than others! Maybe Freddie's just slow to develop!"
"Um, I'm sitting right here and can hear every word you're saying!" Freddie cried. "And, for your information, my pediatrician told me that I finished going through puberty A YEAR AGO!"
"Well, puberty wasn't very kind," Sam said under her breath.
"This is coming from the girl who dated me for two months." Freddie retorted.
Sam cheeks suddenly turned crimson. "You know I only dated you because I was going through psychological imbalances in the brain!" She shouted. "Remember the two weeks I spent at Troubled Waters last summer!"
Freddie smirked. "Yeah, yeah, I guess you were still going through that when you said 'I love you!'
Sam looked down. "You said 'I love you' first. Remember, Dipwad? Right after you broke up with me!"
Freddie frowned. "Oh no, we agreed that our breakup was mutual!"
Carly suddenly stood up from her beanbag chair. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up the truck!" She turned to Freddie. "You guys said 'I love you' to each other and I'm just hearing about this NOW?"
Freddie shrugged. "It was just between Sam and I. You didn't really have to get involved."
Carly looked angry. "Um, yes I did! I happen to be your best friend!"
Sam said, "Carly, calm down!"
Carly sat down abruptly and sighed, "So, do you guys still love each other?"
Sam and Freddie looked at each other awkwardly.
"No," Freddie said after an awkward pause, "I mean, not that way anymore."
"Yeah," Sam piped up, "We're still friends, but thinking about each other like that anymore is just kind of…weird."
"Oh," Carly said, a little calmer now, "Well, ok, then. How about we order some pizza?"
Sam chuckled. "Random, much, Carls?"
"Well, I'm hungry!" Carly defended. "I'll go downstairs and look up the number for Mario's Pizza Palace. Sound good, guys?"
"Yup," Freddie answered.
"Make sure mine has meat on it!" Sam replied.
And with that, Carly left the studio, closing the door behind her.