"I think that may have been our best show ever, but I just can't believe you did that, Sam." Carly Shay said as her and her two friends walked into the Groovy Smoothie.
Sam quickly walked ahead of Freddie, beating him to getting inside. "Yeah, well, Freddie's hair was asking for it."
And then Freddie walked it...with pink hair. "I hate you...so much sometimes, Sam."
"Yeah, back at ya, Pinky."
The three took a seat at one of the many brightly colored tables, and were quickly approached by the one and only T-Bo...seller of things on a stick. "Anybody want a hot dog?" He pulled out a stick with plain hot dogs on them. "Buns for an additional dollar." He pulled out the other stick with buns on them.
"No...no thank you. And aren't hot dogs usually sold at places...with the buns?" Freddie asked, eying the strange man.
"Yeah, but look at the economy. A smoothie dude's gotta make money, bitch." He tossed a hot dog and bun at Freddie. "You touched 'em. Your germs, your dogs. Three dollars." Freddie handed over the money and T-Bo smiled. "Sucker." He happily walked away to the cash register.
Carly, Sam and Freddie all looked at each other for a minute, slightly weirded out, but they let it go. Unfortunately for them, they didn't get anything out as Iron Man flew in and crash landed on their table, breaking it.
"I am Iron Man, and I am soooo...wasted right now, man." Iron Man looked around, realizing his surroundings. "Oh hey, I know you guys...you're those weirdos from the internet."
"If you mean Freddie, then yes." Sam jested.
Iron Man wobbled to his feet. "Yeah, no...iCarly, right?" They all nodded as Iron Man laughed and clapped...then got serious. "I hate iCarly." He blasted the three out of the door. They all got up, singed, and ran away. "Huh...must not have these on full power...I'll kill them next time."
T-Bo approached him, now with a stick lined up with... "Hey, table breaker. Wanna buy a muffin?"
"No, I'm good, weirdo." Iron Man prepared to blast off.
"How about some beer, got some in the back." T-Bo pointed his stick (The one with food on it, not his stick. Weirdo.) "Secret stash...I can tell you're a drinker. Dollar a beer. Bagels for another dollar."
Iron Man shut down his boosters and raised his mask. "You sir run a fine establishment. Lead the way!" The two walked off to the back room together, hand in hand.