Saturday evening, Carly was alone in her apartment. Her brother Spencer went out shopping for grocery foods, to be specific, to get more packs of butters. He needed money so he went to make a statue made of butter again that was melted down. Carly clicked the speed dial on her cell phone and called Sam to come over. Without any hesitation, Sam had her mother drop her off at Carly's apartment.

Freddie heard a strange voice, somewhat negative, more like mumbling about something. Much to his dismay, the blonde girl stood knocked Carly's door. He rather be playing with his camera than having his head bitten by his rivalry classmate. Freddie decided not to open the door and allow that girl to taunt him. Let alone peace, Freddie watched the back head of the blonde girl till she got in. Saturday was not Freddie's favorite day because most times, he didn't have anything fun to do that day. Her mother worked on Saturdays.

Finally, the footsteps came…Carly opened the door; Sam quickly entered the living room and jumped onto the comfortable couch. Sam grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. "Don't watch. Come with me," Carly pressed the TV power button and it went off. Sam shouted, "Hey!"

"Help me with the video segments," Carly told her with enthusiasm. Carly stepped her way to the upstairs. Sam got off the couch and got some snacks from the kitchen, took a bite of the banana. With her mouth full of banana – she muffled, "yeah I'll be right up there." She then hurried and caught up with Carly.

After listening to all the ideas Carly had came up with for the upcoming video segments to be webcasted. "Uh huh, got them scripted out yet?" Sam asked lazily, her arm lying on the computer desk, sitting on chair near. Something was still in her mouth. Banana. "See… you never wanted to do any work. You can't expect me to get them done on my own..? I even don't know if you pay any attention at all. Should I call Freddie? I bet he would like to help me with this!"

"N-n... n-ooo… w-aaiitttt," Sam finally swallowed and chewed banana completely.

When she got done, emptied her mouth, she replied with disgusting "I mean no! I don't say I don't want to work. It's just you know I can't eat and work at same time! Don't get the camera boy here. So let's work. Well, you got really good ideas."

"Mm, no actually it would be good idea to ask him for help." Carly got her cell phone and dialed Freddie's number. It rang more than three times. Freddie didn't pick up the phone.

"Weird. Normally every time I call him, he would have picked it up right away," Carly sat down on the couch. Sam went to sit down with her. "I want to sleep now. I promise I will help with the stuff! Just let me sleep," her voice sounded like she had a bad day. Carly took a note that Sam didn't have a good sleep.

"Why? Didn't you sleep?" Carly implied that Sam didn't.

"No. I did sleep. But I stayed up past my curfew," Sam told her calmly. As Sam saw Carly's eyebrows raised, "it's because I played video game. It was too good. Besides, it was Friday… I was happy to get out of school and have fun on weekends!"

Here went the noises, something back there. The elevator opened.

Carly questioned concerning, "Who could that be?"

"Spencer, of course," without giving any thought Sam said mind-absently.

"No it couldn't be him. He said he won't be home till 9 o'clock." Sam looked at her wristwatch and felt suspicious, paused "Oh? Weird. Then who could be here at this time?"

"Carly?" an adorable voice asked. Unlike Carly who tried hard to guess that person, Sam without a struggle, recognized that voice.