Hello! I've come back to the Victorious fanfiction community to write a somewhat quick prediction of the upcoming episode, The Hambone King. Why am I doing this (You may ask)? Well, initially, it is my job to write about all the episodes, but lately, if I don't feel like doing it (LAZY!) or the episode doesn't have enough for me to be interested in writing or I can't build anything around it, I will just write about certain episodes. Two reasons why I chose this one: 1.) To be honest, I've been eager to see this episode ever since I heard about it. The title alone is definitely intriguing. Can't wait to see it! 2.) I have mentioned this before if you are from the Cabbie or Victorious Wiki that I have figured out some things for this episode (oddly enough.) and I'm going to leak some of the stuff I know into this fanfiction (Note: this may not be accurate, so don't get your hopes up). Hope you enjoy what I create! Disclaimer: I do not own any of Dan's work or Victorious or Schneider's bakery (haha, Sponser!).


The Hambone King

Robbie entered Sikowitz's classroom for the first period of the day, fiddling anxiously with the early-blooming rose tucked in his long, striped shirt. He blushed madly as he settled it into place and jumped at the obnoxious nose coming from his backpack.

"Are we in the classroom yet or what? It smells like your nasty feet in here!" Rex barked in Robbie's backpack. Robbie grunted irritably and plopped his backpack on a chair in the back of the classroom. Unzipping the bag and lifting Rex out, Robbie sighed nosily as he replaced his bag with his body and propped Rex in his lap.

"Just for today, will you behave yourself? I want things to be special," he pleaded, beginning to trail away at the touch of the rose petals, imagining his desired scene. Rex "ehhed" out loud and Robbie shook his head. "You should be glad I decided to bring you back to school in the first place (It's true. Robbie wanted to be able to let Rex go. The puppet was always so heartless to him, but still, Rex was pretty much his only true friend, the one who got him. Throwing Rex away would be throwing a piece of himself to the trash)."

"Whateva' I just want to get through with this and head to lunch. I'm craving some tatter tots!" His arrogant style was grinding on Robbie's nerves, but he managed to drown the stress away whenever he caressed his fingers over the rose's veins. It really enlightened Robbie's heart to think about how this non-particular day could go sky high with his offering. To just walk up to the cute little red-head and hand her the rose. To see the bright, dimply smile on her face and maybe have her see he cares. Robbie almost accidentally plucked a petal from the rose when his past attempt slammed into his mind. Cat can be unbearably stubborn, though, as she hurt Robbie that one night when she decided to play blonde to win that Evan guy. It's still pricked Robbie when he thought about it. He had took his time to write a song devoted to her, cared for her verbally, and put his heart out on the line, yet she was too oblivious to recognize that. Even to see Robbie's pain. He wished his love song worked, it was his only way of professing his feelings passionately, but after much thought and deciding to take the whole situation as "Cat's blinded heartbreak", Robbie figured it would be a more ingenious plan to simply get Cat to fall in love with him. Sure, it was a long-shot plan, but he was willing to take a try.

With the generously nurtured flower cupped in his fingers, Robbie had been lost in the meaning of it. It was dark, solid red, resembling Cat's unique hair. It was petite and fragile, as Cat is tiny and sensitive, but most importantly, it was the loveliest of all the roses he picked out from his mother's garden, just for her beauty. Indeed, Robbie was so wrapped in his poetic thoughts that he didn't even notice Sikowitz's bearded face just inches from his bobbing, far-away grin.

Robbie blinked. "Ahhhhh!" He shrieked like a girl and fell backwards to the hard floor and all the other students laughed mightily.

"See class!" Sikowitz enthused, making his way back to the stage and taking in their cheers. "That is how you take someone by surprise."

"Yeah, but what does that have to do with acting?" Andre questioned.

Sikowitz gave an innocent shrug and giggle, "nothing, I just wanted to mess with Robbie and his googily-eyes!"

"Ohh, Robbie spacing about a girl? Who?" Jade had to trample in with her intriguing smirk and Robbie's friends turned their heads to him.

He was still on the floor scrambling as he ached terribly in the head and nearly "eeped" when he saw the rose on the floor. Hastily, he snatched it and jumped back to his seat, "nothing, I was just tired from Rex's rambling from last night!"

"Hey man, you don't need to drag me into this!" the puppet protested back, but Robbie just shook the suggestion furiously.

"Okay back to the actual lesson!" Sikowitz declared like Robbie's situation was nothing (he could have been bleeding and Sikowitz would have ignored it with a wave of his hand). Sikowitz hiked closely to the board and slapped his hand over the text he wrote. "Children, you must all remember that an important part of acting... will always be... that you brush and floss your teeth daily, because acting directors want a person who has sparkly teeth and glorious breath."

The class exchanged glances, eventually compiling it up into a puzzled stare and Tori decided to comment, "um, I'm not sure if that really does, but okay."

"Alright-y then! You can all go for today, I'm sick of ya'!" Sikowitz said jokingly.

The class was bemused again. He really doesn't seem to be able to tell time. Although, it was a monday, so they weren't going to object and the class started packing up.

"Oh wait a minute, wait a minute!" Sikowitz waved his arms frantically as if there was some type of huge emergency and everyone stopped and stared. The old man then burst out into a cackle, "I forgot to mention, there is going to be a talent competition coming up soon, a reflection where one can express themselves in any given talent they have. It's really fun and can showcase your skills, hidden talents maybe."

The class, being as they are religiously an acting and artistic class, burst into a riveting conversation about the project forehand and Sikowitz chuckled at their joy. "Yes, yes," he added, "it's amazing... I would know as when I was about your age, I entered a competition like this myself... and won."

"Whoa? Really? That's cool," said Beck cooly and he looked over at Andre.

"Yeah, for sure."

"You were once our age?" Jade repeated in disbelief, unable to suppress the devilish smile. Hm... that sounds like something Cat would say, Robbie had to note.

Sikowitz knitted his fuzzy brows, but Tori cleared her throat to keep the conversation going, "what did you do to win?"

"Oh, right, I submitted a video of myself juggling torches..." Sikowitz seemed squeamish as his next words slowly tumbled out, "and then things started to go weird from the video on."

"Ohh, like what?" Of course! That's like Jade to ask something like that, Beck thought crossly, although he wasn't sure why.

Sikowitz uttered strange noises in something akin to shame. "I... started taking my shirt off and rubbed jam on my belly... really sexy like."

The class was speechless in disgust and Tori dropped her jaw, "...eww, why?"

Again, shame hung over Sikowitz and he chuckled to lighten the awkward, "I was high on that coconut juice again."

The class was filled with mixed groans of "surprise" and some type of sympathy and Tori couldn't help the smile on her face. "Well, about that competition, I think it would be fun for all of us to participate, and by all of us, I mean the main gang."

"Yeah, that would be cool," Andre nodded smoothly then stretched out his curled fingers in the position of piano playing. "I could jam out on my piano."

Tori pointed at him in agreement, "yeah, and I could sing along with you."

Beck lifted his arms. What the heck, he'll join! "I could perform some deep acting. That should impress them."

"Yeah, you tell yourself that as if you could," Jade remarked and looked upward dreamily before Beck glared at her. "I could do a horror flick, like a sequel to The Scissoring or something... that movie was jus-ju, pure genius."

The gang was getting pumped up for this festival and Robbie felt his grin stretching wider with their thoughts, "yeah, yeah, and I could do some singing and play on my guitar, accompanied with my harmonica, and-"

Robbie immediately stopped when his friends' stares turned from interesting to... he would like to say disturbed. Robbie crumpled under the looks, "what?"

Beck looked at the others to see if they wanted to respond, but for the typically silent guy, it was all on him, "look Rob, it's just, you always do the same, bizarre thing and if you're aiming to win, your going to need to do something different."

"Wait what?!" Robbie was completely and truthfully shocked at this out of the blue response and his insides were already swelling up with panic. "Are you saying I'm not good at the guitar?"

"No-"

"Yes! Terribly!" Typical for Jade to crush Robbie's hopes and dreams.

Andre narrowed his eyes at her mischievous behavior, "no man, we just think you should explore a real talent... so you can have a chance to win."

Robbie was perplexed. He was uncertain whether or not to accept their words as an offense or a well-meaning critique. He was still seeking an answer upon their sudden negativity. "I'm so good on the guitar and I've got wonderful pipes!"

"Yeah, guys, don't be so harsh on Robbie," Tori ordered softly and Robbie blinked with a half smile as her voice resembled Cat's. At that point, Robbie started growing curious. "He does have a decent voice and is talented on the guitar."

"Thank you Tori," he reached out his arm to touch her and then realized that he was feet away from his other friends.

"But you are really strange in your song writing," she finished.

"Hey!" Robbie defended in a natural, high-pitched tone.

Tori shook her head, "no Robbie, we're not saying you're not talented, we just think that you should submit your video with a real talent."

Robbie's frown sunk deeper as the others threw out suggestions to him. He thought he was really gifted in the music category... and not all of his songs were odd. Cat knows that for sure.

"You could use Rex or something?" "NO! I already don't like having the nerd's hand up my back, why would I want a step forward and be controlled?!" "Okay, you can act out a scene." "Or be a wicked unicycle juggler." "Um... you could... make funny voices." "Maybe you could clip your toe nails with your teeth!"

Robbie's jaw was hanging loosely and he looked shocked. These guys are crazy, it's like they don't even know me!

The gang hit a block in the thought road and resorted to chin tapping, but then Tori opened her mouth, "ooh, or maybe you could tap dance, I heard Cat has been studying that."

That's when it hit him. Robbie's eyes rapidly scanned the room and everything clicked into place. No wonder why there weren't any sweet giggles, random out burst or even a meaningful suggestion. Cat wasn't in the room. Robbie bit his lip. He had to know. "Um, excuse me, Sikowitz?"

"Yes fuzzy head boy?" he asked in a pirate voice... which was odd.

"Where's Cat?" Robbie asked, glancing down at the lifeless rose resting on his backpack.

"Um, she asked to use the bathroom," he replied, then looked down at his wrist where there was no watch. "Let's see, she's been gone for a long time now, maybe you should go check on her. You know that peculiar little child can get into a lot of trouble."

"Oh, okay!" The opportunity was so sudden, that Robbie turned jittery in excitement and tried to control his shaking until he leaped from the classroom. Only then did he release a smile.


Cat roamed around the main hall, biting her painted red lips as other students were walking through the halls. She had a mini boom box with her at hand and her high-heeled, tap dancing shoes were fidgeting to start moving. She was nervous, however, to randomly perform in that main hall with strangers around, but this was one way to move from her comfort zone and the reflection flier was mocking her until she would perfect her routine and submit her performance.

Cat clutched her fists and inhaled deeply until she sucked in too much and coughed and sputtered out. Everyone was already watching her coughing fit, so she jogged to the stairs and placed the boom box down, pressing the on button and returning to the middle of the spot. The tuneless, steady tempo played out and Cat gradually tapped one foot, transitioning it until the tempo sped up and Cat's feet flew cooperatively. She loved the sound of her high-heels clicking against the concrete ground, the funky feel of her shuffling feet and the rejuvenating wind brushing through her face and clothes, carrying her whipping red ponytail in a graceful tap dance. Her secret talent.

Cat had been so absorbed in her rhythmic dance that when she ended with a twirl and crossed her legs in a bow, she was startled by the large crowd of people gathered around her and clapping cheerfully. Cat rose to her feet, blushing happily and covering her aching smile. They all really liked her. The girl with the exotic hair and weird personality.

The happy fest didn't last long (seeing as they should all be in class. Hooligans.) so Cat eventually picked up her boom box and headed back to class with a proud smile.

"Hey, there you are Cat!" Robbie greeted ebulliently from behind her and she broke out in another smile, waving at him ecstatically.

"Hi Robbie!" she giggled. The audience had filled her with exuberance, which, to be honest, is something she really needs to lay off.

Robbie suddenly froze in his tracks as Cat faced all of herself to him. She was wearing a dark, periwinkle mini skirt, a white shirt and a blue, cardigan-like sweater, but even that simple outfit made Cat look undeniable attractive. Robbie couldn't hide the blush burning in his face and he slowly confronted her with his arms behind his back. "You look really pretty today," he tried.

Cat was stunned. It was like everyone loved her that day, seriously. "Oh, haha, thanks!"

"Which reminds me, I want to give you something," Robbie brightly smiled at her and wiggled his fingers behind him for that familiar petal texture. Then, Robbie's face fell misreably. He made the awful mistake of leaving the rose behind at class, and likely this was his only chance.

"Are you okay?" Robbie lifted his head, realizing he was kind of physically showing his angst and straightened up with an apology at hand.

Robbie opened his pitiful eyes again and noticed the boom box in her folded arms, "oh, do you need help with that?"

Before she could truthfully say yes, Robbie gently picked up the machine and nestled it under his arm. She wrapped her arms again and fluttered her eyes sweetly, "aw, Robbie, you've been acting really sweet lately."

He bit his lip to stop the coming blush he knew he would produce. He shook his head to change the subject, "so, why were you at the bathroom for a long time... with a boom box?"

Now it was her turn to blush. From embarrassment. "Oh, I just sort of needed an excuse to practice something."

Hm. Things seemed to click now, especially with the tiny radio, "was it your tap dancing?"

"Hey! How did you know that?" She wondered almost defensively and poked Robbie in the stomach.

He chuckled briefly, "I've heard some things."

"Ugh, there has been rumors about me?!" She escalated in panic quickly and Robbie chocked.

"No, I meant you're just that gifted to reveal another talent such as tap dancing!"

Cat blinked, then eased up warmly, "oh, sorry, I just hate it when people spread lies. It's like a tainted po-ta-toe chip... Yeah, I'm secretly a tap dancer."

Robbie figured, since they were already out in the halls, that this conversation could be his replacement for his rose, even if it did cost a chastise from his mother. "Are you naturally gifted at tap dancing?"

"No, my brother Frankie actually taught me how. It's an easy way for him to relax whenever he's in the mood to do something illegal or bizarre, like that one time he peed on the couch like a dog..." Cat explained in a leveled voice, "yeah, he needed some serious shoe-tapping tempo."

It truly fascinated Robbie how this simple hobby was able to make Cat communicate normally (well, as normally as she could get.) and add on to her long list of wonderful attributes. Robbie simply had to flatter the cutie, "wow, I haven't seen any of your work, but I'm sure you're amazing at it."

"Hm, that's a pretty wild thing to assume," Cat had to flatten the moment due to her dimness, but to Robbie's surprise, she picked it up with a grin, "but I'll take it."

"Yeah, you should definitely submit an entry of your tap dancing, I guarantee you'll win!" Now Robbie really was smothering her. She secretly didn't mind though.

With all this sweetness floating around him, Cat felt she need to say something back, "are you going to enter the competition, too?"

Once again, Robbie was presented with the argument that befuddled him. The questioning of his true talent. "Um, well I wanted to, but then the others told me my singing and guitar playing was weird."

"Oh, it is sometimes," she responded abruptly in a low voice, which raised back up when she spoke again, "but you should be proud of your weirdness."

Now Robbie was really confused if Cat was trying to insult him or not. He disregarded it and resumed, "I guess they're sort of right, I should try opening up to a new talent..."

Cogs were turning, engines were steaming in his brain and Robbie figured he had come up with his secret talent, the thought he was wrapped in almost too much to skip Cat's last words, "well, I hope you submit it soon. I'd like to see it."

Robbie was a bit dry in the throat and could only manage a nod as Cat motioned Robbie to walk back to class with her boom box still huddled in his under arm.


Robbie was too excited to stop to eat or drink or even use the bathroom when he dashed back home. He had the perfect video to create and wanted to get it done at the moment before the flaming idea and the excitement vanished away by the hours. He threw Rex ("You know I'm not some rag doll, right Rob?" Rex barked. Robbie shushed him.) and his back pack aside (cringing at the sound of his rose crumpling.), adjusted a camera in front of an open wall, and dragged his computer chair to the center. He was going to do it. He was actually going to reveal a hidden talent of his. Hamboning. Not a very common hobby, but it certainly was an entertaining, energetic one that kept Robbie intact whenever he had the time to do it. He pressed the record button and sat on the chair. Alright, no turning back.

"Hi slappers! I'm Robbie and here is my submission video for the reflection contest about our unique and probably not even important, talents!" Robbie couldn't lie, he liked his confidence, but as he explained what his rhythmic talent was and readied himself to do it, he felt tiny bits of nerves biting at him. He had practiced this playful trick many times, though, so it's not like he was terrible. Still, this all counted. It was his time to be victorious, and let him tell ya', it was astonishingly nerve-wracking.

The hamboning began. In front of screens of dozens of students and the reflection judges was a nerdy, zestful looking young male who was slapping rhythmically against his body in a specific manner. To be quite honest (in the eyes of artists.) this was oddly engaging and everyone and anyone just had to watch (giving their overall, real opinion later, of course).

Robbie felt sweat dripping from his forehead and his body felt like warm fuzzies in a leaning-more-to-on fire way. Not to mention the hand clapping was vigorous, impairing his skin with the speed of light slaps and his nimble hands were already cramping. Nevertheless, Robbie continued, creating new moves he had never attempted and actually perfected them in the heat of the moment. At this point, Robbie needed to seal the deal with the icing on the cake and he cleared his throat and began to sing. "Hambone, hambone, where ya' been? Been around the world and I'm goin' 'gin!"

With simply this one video, Robbie hit a remarkable number of viewerships on TheSlap. He gained slaps, comments, likes and his video even went viral over the internet. It was more Robbie could have asked for, but at that point as he finished his video and snapped the camera shut, slipping under his sheets for another dreary day, he was as oblivious as Cat when it came to all this love. Unbeknownst to Robbie, this video fell into the computer of one person in specific.


On the suburbs near Hollywood Arts was a drawl house being occupied by, coincidentally, a student himself. Gerald King wasn't the most popular kid in school, well, with the whole school anyway. He wasn't recognized for acting or singing or, heck, even speaking up in class. He was the president of his geeky clubs that he had to admit himself was, and most importantly, he was praised by his only close friend about his tremendous ability to hambone. Gerald was arrogant, so he easily germinated into the thought and proclaimed himself the ultimate Hambone King. So, one can imagine how his reaction was when he saw the video.

"Not now dad!" Gerald hollered and threw his room door behind him. It's not like it made an effect, though, seeing as his house doors make a comedic, plush noise when closed (just some odd, family wish).

Gerald had been having a difficult day with the urchins he calls "students". Being the reserved, slightly awkward kid in his class seemed to bite at him, and that's all mostly because he doesn't showcase any distinct talent. Gerald crunched his knuckles in his palms, blocking the sound of his teeth grinding. Those stupid hosers! I'm totally the chiz and yet they still look down on me when it should be reversed. Well, at least I'm better than that nerdy Shapiro guy. Talk about all awkward, no talent.

The heaviness of the day finally impacted Gerald and he sighed and turned to his bed.

"Hey there!"

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He shrilled at the top of his lungs, flying backwards into his sliding closet as his equally awkward, chubbish blonde friend was sprawled on Gerald's bed, sucking on a spoon gunked with vanilla pudding. Gerald sat frozen in the spot until he lifted a sleeve flap from a shirt that fell on his face. His face burned red in fury. "What are you doing in my room?!"

His friend didn't seem so hurt or annoyed or, really displaying an emotion for this matter and simply scooped up another spoon of pudding. "Well, I was bored... and I needed a buddy. :)"

Gerald grimaced at the amount of creepy attached to the scenario, and being apart of the world of Victorious, didn't really mind his entry afterward. Gerald exhaled as he took off into his daily routine: checking the internet while downing a pina colada and acting like he's all that and a bag of chips over the world wide web. It wasn't much to do, but it's not like he had important things to attend to (a girlfriend... is what he means.) so this was "the life". Something completely threw off Gerald's groove that day, however, as he entered TheSlap and became blank-faced at the main video.

"Hey, it's that Shapiro kid!" he exclaimed, to his surprise. Really, it was the title of the video that got him. "The Hambone King" this dork randomly claimed. What gives him the nerve to announce that?! Gerald furrowed his brows. I shouldn't be bothered by this. Who says if this loner is good anyway. So Gerald proceeded to click the video and suck his smoothie.

"Hey slappers!" Robbie in the video greeted brightly and Gerald scoffed.

Gerald's friend rolled over to his feet and he wobbled to the desk, shoving his face close to his, "whatcha watchin'?"

Gerald huffed, "this hambone video with that dork in our one class. He says he's better than me. Yeah right!"

The surplus friend shrugged his shoulders in convince and they both studied in silence at Robbie's, rather swift tactic of slap-dancing. Gerald nearly chocked at the realization. Just like all the other viewers, Gerald found himself mesmerized by this sudden opening of this insignificant character, but he felt more than that. He felt a nagging twinge of jealousy.

"Unbelievable! How dare this loser decide to perform hambone! That is a time consuming, movement crafting skill that requires more agility and flexibility!" Gerald blew up. "No, no, it doesn't require! It's freaking mandatory!"

As Gerald clenched his fists, shaking in mild vexation, his companion gave him a glance, "do you want some pudding?"

"Dude!" His friend recoiled back in lament and Gerald raged on at the paused picture of Robbie smiling proudly. "So, if this wannabe thinks he can just be whoever he wants, then he has no idea what he's gotten himself into. I may just be some silent boy you wouldn't pay much attention to in the halls, but little do all these fools know that I've got the "ham bone" in my body! Haha!"

His friend suddenly chuckled, "yeah... we're friends with benefits!"


Okay... random ending and why not say random chapter. To be honest, this first chapter is mostly based off of a dream I once had. Yeah, I just couldn't help my Cabbie heart. I hope you guys liked what you read and believe in my prediction, I worked hard on this only to have to devote my time to write another one by either today or tomorrow (according to my time). By the way, sorry if the characters seem OOC in any way. Recently, I've been seriously obsessed with this anime (like, no joke, it's a frikken' drug.) show I've been watching and am obsessed to just add it into anything (which, shamefully, I did).

So yeah, I'll try to upload new chapters within the days and I hope you review and maybe even favorite. :)