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"And that's why potatoes don't make good headphones!" Sam said as she waved a homemade pair of headphone potatoes in front of the camera.

"That's all for tonight, see you next week!" Carly said as she and Sam waved at the camera until Freddie told them they were clear.

"Great show guys." Freddie said as he put the camera down. "If it's okay, I think I'll head home."

"Why?" Carly asked as she fell back into a beanbag chair.

"Yeah dipwad, you're not leaving us to clean up this mess." Sam said as she threw a pillow at him.

Freddie caught it before it hit his face.

"I have plans if you must know." He said as he started packing up his laptop and other electronics.

"Does little Fredward have a date?" Sam asked obnoxiously as she poked Freddie in the face.

"It's none of your business Puckett." He said sharply, and started to head out the door. "I have to go." He said as he stormed off, passing Spencer as he left

"What's up with Freddie?" Spencer asked the girls when he walked into the studio. "He seemed kind of tweaked."

"The usual reason. Sam." Carly said as she whipped her head around to face her.

"What, it's not my fault he can't take a joke!" Same said defensively as she played with a slinky.

Carly stood up. "I'm going to go talk to him."

Carly walked downstairs out the door and into the hallway, and knocked on Freddie's apartment door.

"Freddie!" she yelled, "Open up!" she was about to knock again before the door swung open.

Freddie was dressed in a pinstripe suit and tie, and his hair was slicked back. He looked ridiculous.

Carly laughed "What are you wearing?"

He grabbed her arm and pulled her inside and shut the door.

Carly had never been inside Freddie's apartment before. It was almost exactly the same as hers, except it was all white, and simple.

"I'm meeting someone." He said quietly.

"So you are going on a date!" Carly said happily.

"No!" said Freddie yelled angrily, but then quickly quieted his voice. "I'm going to meet my dad."

"What! You don't even know this guy, for all you know he could be some sick-"she exclaimed before Freddie covered her mouth.

"Shhh!" he hissed angrily, "My mom's upstairs and she doesn't know I'm doing this."

"Freddie, how do you even know this guy is your dad?" Carly asked with worry on her face.

"I did some research, and some other things." He smiled up at her. "Carly, this man is my dad."

Carly could see the sincerity in Freddie's eyes. She knew he really wanted to do this. She finally broke down.

"Fine! I know you're going to do this no matter what, so I'm going with you."

"But-"Freddie began.

"No objections!" she said as she walked to the door. "I'll meet you in the lobby in ten." She said as she left.

Freddie smiled again as he sat down in blissful disbelief.

"It's going to happen." He said to himself. "I'm going to meet my dad."

That's all folks!