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The door slammed shut, and a full-grown man fell from the ceiling, while three teenagers laughed hysterically
The door slammed shut, and a full-grown man fell from the ceiling, while three teenagers laughed hysterically.
"Spencer, what were you doing up there? And why is there an 11 foot Santa Clause in the living room?" Carly asked.
"I'm working on my tallest sculpture ever, and I needed to get up there to finish the top," said Spencer, pointing to the tip of Santa's hat.
"Sweet, just in time for Christmas!" Freddie commented.
"I know! He's even gonna be able to shake his belly like a bowl full of jelly when I'm done! It should only take about another hour!"
"Awesome!" said Sam.
As the sculpture took up the whole living room, it took them about 10 minutes to navigate around Santa and over to the stairway – iCarly time.
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"And last but not least, here's our big surprise this week," said Carly
"Carly's brother, Spencer has been working on another crazy sculpture,"
"And this time it's an 11 foot tall Santa!"
"Now obviously we can't transport a giant Santa up the elevator, so our technical geek over there set up a camera downstairs."
"That's Disrespectful!" Freddie shouted back, but before Sam could give another clever rebuttal, Carly interrupted.
"Okaaay! Now let's go live downstairs to Spencer!"
"Hey Spence, what's up?" said Sam
"Hey guys! I just finished my Santa sculpture, and as you can see he's really high up from the ground! Or you might say that he's saying High-ppy Holidays! Haha….Please enjoy Santa's jiggling belly…"
As Spencer exited the shot of the camera, Freddie turned it back onto his main camera while Carly and Sam closed the show.
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"All I'm saying is, you don't have to call me a geek in front of half a million people!"
"Well maybe you shouldn't act like a geek in front of half a million people!"
"You guys, enough!" shouted Carly.
"You know what?" Freddie said, "I don't have to take this! I'm going home for the night."
"Why so your mom can give you an extra long tick bath?"
Freddie acknowledged this comment by sticking out his tongue and slamming the door behind him.
"Sam, you really should be nicer to Freddie."
"showwy buth aw feew tha it ishnt boshhibow."
"Huh?"
Sam swallowed her food.
"I said I feel that isn't possible."
"Can't you just do it in the spirit of Christmas?"
"Okay, okay. Maybe I could be nice to him on Christmas day, but until then,"
"Fair enough. And I'll make Freddie promise to be nice to you as well on Christmas."
"Does this mean we actually have to have a civil conversation? Can't you like, throw a party or something so we don't have to talk to each other as much?"
"I guess I could do that, but it won't be a huge party, just a few people. Besides, I don't think we can fit very many people in here with that huge Santa Clause. But, if you don't do it, you have to kiss Freddie."
"Okay, deal."
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"No Way!" yelled Freddie, "Sam can't control herself that long, and I don't wanna kiss her!"
"I've already told her the deal, and she agreed, so now you have to agree too," Carly said, "besides, you know she doesn't wanna kiss you."
"Well that's true."
"And aside from that, do you want to get the mocking for chickening out of a bet that Sam agreed to do?"
"Oh alright! I'll do it."
"Cool. This is gonna make Christmas so much better."
