Hello all, if you had a chance to know the future would you take it? Well the iCarly crew has a chance to see into tomorrow, will they like what they see, or will they try to avoid it?
I would like to give a big shout out to Snapplelinz for all their help and encouragement, so thanks Snapps! this is my first Fan Fic so please be kind.
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly
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Things were coming along quite nicely for the iCarly New Years Eve special.
Spencer was setting up his version of the Time Square ball.
"How's it going?" Carly asked him.
"Surprisingly well," Spencer replied, "not like last year."
"And what did we learn from last year?" Carly asked
"Well..." Spencer responded with a bit of chagrin, "Hydrogen is explosive, ceilings are expensive to fix, and Mr. Filbert from upstairs should really wear a bathrobe when he showers."
The elevator doors then opened and an ancient gypsy woman stepped out accompanied by a very tall beautiful girl with dark brown eyes and long black hair.
"I'm sorry, grandma, but the mummy movie auditions were last week" Sam smirked.
"I am Madam Luminitsa and this is my assistant and granddaughter Jaelle, you insolent child. I am here to foretell you futures."
"You mean like Freddork here is finely going to get a date that doesn't inflate?" Sam laughed, punching Freddie in the arm.
"Play nice!" Carly barked, "Gibby please take care of Madam Lunintsa and her granddaughter."
Gibby helped Madam Luninsta to a table with crystal ball, then he looked at Jaelle, raising his eyebrow and asked her: "Come here often?"
"Freddie, how long till we're on?" Caryl asked
"One minute. Everyone, take your marks."
Five, four, three, two… Freddie pointed to them.
" Should old acquaintance be forgot, I'm Carly."
"And never brought to a lineup, I'm Sam, and this is the iCarly 'New Year's Eve Special' featuring the best and worst bits of the year. And starting off tonight's show, a compilation of Messing with Lewbert."
"We are clear." Freddie said. "We have four minutes to set up for the fortune telling skit."
The gang scurried around, hurriedly setting up for the skit.
"And we are back!" Freddie shouted.
"And that was a little thing we call 'Messing with Lewbert'. What do you think the future holds for him, Sam?"
"I am not sure, Carls, but If you ever get one of these," Sam answered, holding up a huge book called 'The Red Badger of Courage' which was addressed to Lewbert, "Do not open it up in an enclosed area. I repeat, do not open it up in an enclosed area."
Freddie turned the camera on himself and said, "The Red Badger of Courage was given courtesy of 'Badgers 'R Us dot com'. Mention this show and get ten percent off your first order."
The camera was turned back to the girls.
"Now a brand new segment called 'The World of Tomorrow', where we will find out what tomorrow may bring. Will we find riches? Will we find romance?"
Freddie added, "Will Sam stay out of juvey?"
"Now we present that astounding mystic, she sees all she knows all. It's that amazing Gypsy seer Madam Luninsta and her lovely assistant Jaella" Sam pushed a button on her remote and the roar of thunderous applause sounded.
The old Gypsy looked at the girls and told them, "We prefer to be called Romani."
Sam asked, "like the noodles?"
"No, "said Carly "You're thinking of Ramen. Any way, Madam Luninsta what wonders does the future hold for us?"
"You first, dark haired one," the gypsy replied, "we shall see what the future holds for you." She gazed into her crystal ball and muttered some foreign words, the ball lighting up with an eerie glow. "I see goats, goats in the past, goats in the future. I see you being given a goat; you will care for it, you will feed it, you will wash it, you will cherish it, the goat will come to be your most prized possession, your friends will be covetous, they will all wish the goat would be theirs."
Carly and Sam looked at each other, then back at the camera.
"Do you want to tell the nice people at home about you experience with goats, Carly?" Sam retorted.
"We don't talk about goats!" Carly shot back, blushing. "Shall we see what the future holds in store for you, Sam?"
"Yah, let's see what cool things are going down for mama. Hurry it up, old lady, while you still have a pulse."
"Yes, Blond haired one with the big mouth, I see many things," Madam Luninsta mumbled. " I see you like ham; no, it's more like you love ham, it permeates your very being."
"No chiz," said Sam "I have a packing house in Omaha named after me."
The gypsy cleared her throat, "Nonetheless, I see change, great change. I see vegetables, all kinds of vegetables, and I see you eating them, raw, baked, boiled, steamed. I see vegetables for breakfast, for lunch, for dinner. I see hard times ahead for the pork industry." She gave Sam the evil eye and cackled, "I see you joining PETA."
"That's total jank, Grandma. That prediction has about as much of a chance of happening as Fredloser here getting a date with Shelby Marx." Sam snorted.
"Hey, it could happen." Freddie said weakly.
"Freddie," Carly said gently, "She threatened you with a restraining order."
Freddie just frowned, looking down at his feet.
Jaella bent down and whispered something in her grandmothers' ear.
"I need the one called Gibby," Madam Luninsta spoke, "the spirits have a special message for him."
"For me? Way cool, what do the spooks say?" Gibby asked as he turned the chair around, folding his arms on the back of the chair and resting his chin on it. "Do they want me to take my shirt off?"
Madam Luninsta put her hands over here eyes and made a low moaning sound. "The spirits say, 'Keep it on, for the love of Bora Tem, keep it on'." Returning her gaze to the crystal ball she continued, "I see you will meet a tall, dark, and beautiful stranger."
Gibby leaped up on the chair throwing his arms up shouting, "Woohoo, I am going to meet David Hasselhoff! Yessss, yesss, who da the man? Who da man? This is way better than corn juice."
The gypsy banged her head on the table, "Sit down, you simpleton, the one I speak of is in this room."
"David Hasselhoff is here?" Gibby jumped up looking around, "Where, where?"
Madam Lunista grabbed him by the arm and led him to her granddaughter, "You gajo! My Jaella wants to go out with you." She pulled some money out of her bodice "Take her to the Groovy Smoothy."
"Oh man" said Gibby, dancing around, "I don't believe it! I got a date with a beautiful girl, I got money, and I am going to meet David Hasselhoff! Can this day get any better? "
Gibby grabbed Jaella by the hand and ran out.
"Is he always like that?" asked the gypsy
Sam said with a smile, "you are seeing him on a good day."
She then looked menacingly at Freddie and then yelled at Carly. "Take the camera, let's see what geeky things are going to happen to the Fredster."
Sam grabbed him by the arm and whipped him into the chair.
Freddie shook his head, running his hands through hair and straightened his shirt. "Well go on," he said, "This is all a waste of time anyway, there is no way you could possibly know what is going to happen to me, or any of us."
The old woman looked him straight in the eyes. "You will believe, you will all believe, Madam Lusnista is never wrong."
She waved her hands over the crystal ball, staring into it deep in concentration. The lights in the room flickered and went off, a green mist started to flow out through the studio.
"You want what is not yours, always chasing, never catching."
Freddie gulped, and took a quick glance at Carly.
She continued, "that which is chased is hard to catch, always running, always afraid of being caught. I see you abandoning the chase. No, do not lose heart, all is not bleak. I see LUV is just around the corner waiting for you, and when this has come to pass, you will not have to chase anymore."
Everyone was staring intently at the gypsy, hanging on her every word. Suddenly, she threw her hands in the air, gave a cackle-like laugh and smoke billowed up around her. The lights came on and she was gone.
They all looked around shocked and amazed, then they heard the elevator doors open. The old woman was in the elevator; she pointed a boney hand at Spencer and said, "You will need more fire insurance."
The doors slid shut and she was gone.
As Carly gave the camera back to Freddie, they glanced at one another.
Carly regained her composure, "Well that was interesting. Keep tuning into iCarly to see how these predictions turn out. It looks like Gibby met his stranger, what will make Sam turn into a vegetarian?"
"Will Carly become Queen of the Goats?" Sam added, "and will Fredinstein really find love with some loser who may be a real girl?"
"And what will Spencer burn down this year?" Carly said, glaring at Spencer.
They continued on showing the best bits of the 'Idiot Farm Girl And The Cowboy', 'Let's Wake Up Spencer', 'How Gullible Is Freddie?', videos from the viewers, and 'The Worst Of Gibby'.
"Now to end the show and end the year here is my big brother with his latest sculptor."
"Thanks, Carly. I call it 'Bounce Down To The New Year'."
Freddie and Sam pushed the sculptor into the studio. It resembled a gallows with a huge hand on spring on top with a huge ball on a chute.
"Now what will happen is the ball will come down the chute, bounce off the floor, bounce up to the hand, the hand will bounce it as we count down to the New Year. Now this is just not any ball, it is the world's biggest and bounciest super ball."
Freddie again turned the camera toward himself and said, "The ball is courtesy of 'We Have Balls' dot com. Their motto is: 'You need balls? We got balls'."
Spencer continued, "the hand will hit the ball as we count down the old year. With each bounce, the ball will bounce with more force, thus hitting the hand harder and when we get to zero, the hand will drive this shaft into this canister of compressed air and confetti, shooting the confetti out as we ring in the new year."
Carly, Sam, and Freddie exchanged glances and moved to the far end of the studio.
"It's been a great year." Carly said.
"And here's to a better one." said Sam. "Start the countdown!"
Spencer pulled a lever on his sculptor. The ball rolled down the chute and began to be bounced by the hand.
"10, 9, 8…"
Carly yelled at Spencer, "how do you stop the ball from bouncing when we reach zero?"
Spencer shot a glance at the ball as it bounced harder and harder with each bounce. He came to a realization that he had forgotten one important detail . He then donned his hard hat, and ran to join the gang at the far end of the studio.
"7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...0. Happy New Year!"
As Spencer predicted, the hand flew straight up, diving the shaft into the canister and releasing the confetti. However, on the next bounce, without the hand to catch it, the ball flew through the ceiling, leaving a pile of plaster. There was a loud creak and a shower with a man in it fell through the hole.
Spencer ran over to help the man up, "How nice of you to drop in on us, Mr. Filbert, and might I say that bathrobe is very becoming."
Carly looked at the camera, "Well that's it for this year," she looked at Sam "Stay blond." she said
Sam looked at Carly, "Stay brunette," She said.
They both looked back at Mr. Filbert, then looked back at the camera and both said, "and stay dressed."
Freddie cued them and said, "We're clear."
"Spencer, please invite Mr. Filbert to our new year's party," Carly said as they headed downstairs, "You can clean up that mess in the morning."
Will these predictions come true? Will Sam turn from her carnivorous ways? Will Carly rise to be the champion of goats rights? What exactly is waiting around the corner for Freddie, and do they have a unibrow? Will Gibby ever meet the celebrity of his dreams? So please stay tuned