"Hola, muchachas!" Freddie said while entering Carly's apartment.

"Hey, Freddie," "Yo, Frednerd," were the various responses from the couch. Both Carly and Sam were watching So You Think You Can Eat Those Pants when Freddie plopped down next to Sam, taking a grape from the bowl on the coffee table.

"So you guys, some iCarly fans sent us this really awesome video that I think you should-"Freddie was saying before Sam stuck a grape in his ear. "SAM!" he yelled.

"What?"

"You just stuck a grape in my ear!"

"Shh… Ryan Seacrest is about to eat some British trousers!"

The three were finishing watching the show when an email pinged on Carly's computer. was the email address, and Carly immediately hopped off the couch and shushed everybody.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! It's Adam! I think he forgave me for leaving him in the mob of iCarly superfans!" Carly squealed.

"That's just great," Sam said without any emotion in her voice.

"What's up with you all of a sudden?" Freddie asked.

"Nothing, I'm just hungry. Carly, do you have any jerky here?" Sam replied nonchalantly. Freddie however, was still suspicious of Sam's behavior and made a mental note to ask her about it later. Another email pinged on the screen and this time, the email address said, .

"Gibby? I wonder what he wants." Carly questioned. "'Carly, can you please come help me this weekend with my grandpa? He is really irritating me with all these questions about Lady Gaga, Inside-Out Burger, and the crunchiness of tacos. Thanks if you can, Gibby. P.S. Guppy wants you to bring french fries and ointment with you.' "

The trio gave equal confused looks as Carly finished reading the email.

"Oh, Gibby. And his grandfather. I guess I know what I'm doing this weekend," Carly said

"Wait, no! You can't!" Sam pleaded.

"Why not?"

"Because this weekend, I was gonna ask you if you wanted to come with me to my Aunt Mitchell's house in Michigan. She told me I could invite a friend to come and see Lake St. Clair, but I forgot to tell you until now," Sam rushed.

"Aunt Mitchell?" Freddie asked, but quickly shut up when Sam looked as if she could shoot daggers out of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sam! I already sent the email to Gibby saying I could, and it would be really mean if I cancelled out on him. Why don't you ask Freddie?" Carly suggested.

Sam gaped, then turned and glared at Freddie, while Freddie just gulped and stared wide-eyed. Right as Sam was about to start yelling, however, Spencer walked inside the apartment, cutting Sam off. "Hey, howdy, hi, I got news!"

"What's up?" Carly asked.

"T-Bo asked me to join him at a Ways To Sell Food convention. Apparently, they're having a big thing about food on sticks," Spencer replied, "So this weekend, I'm going to be learning about the pleasure of oranges on a stick."

"Well, that sounds fun," Carly was back to emailing Adam on the computer. "Maybe you'll see T-Bo there."

"I told you: T-Bo's gonna be there, he-"

"Shhhhh! Sorry, but I gotta go talk to Adam upstairs, I need to see what was so important that he was about to say," Carly interrupted, "Sam, ask Freddie to go with you; Freddie, say 'yes'; and Spencer, enjoy doing something."

Spencer caught Sam glaring at Freddie, and quickly decided to leave the room before the punching and yelling began. As soon as Spencer was gone, Freddie took a glow-in-the-dark lamp off the table and held it up as if to defend himself. "If you even try to hurt me, Sam, I have a weapon!"

Sam took a deep breath and said, "Relax, Benson, I'm not going to kill you-yet, but I'm going to actually invite you to come with me to my aunt's."

"Really? Is this a prank or something? Are jellybeans going to fall from above right after I say this?" Freddie asked while glancing up, just in case.

"No, Freddumb, a tiger is going to rush out of Spencer's room and chase you around the room," Sam said sarcastically, "There is no prank. I've just decided to try and listen to good people, just like my parole officer told me to do. Do you want to come or not?"

"Well, sure, I guess. I've always wanted to see one of the lakes in Michigan, even if it's not a Great Lake. I just have to ask my mom," Freddie replied.

"You're such a dork."

"You tell me that every day. Aren't you getting tired of insulting me?"

"Nope, it never gets old. Now go ask!"

With that, Freddie exited the apartment, as Carly rushed downstairs. "SAM! Guess what, guess what?"

"You got the new vibrating hair brush?" Sam asked randomly.

"No, guess again."

"Let's see… A hobo came up to you and gave you a hug?"

"Absolutely not! One more try…"

"Um….Gibby's grandpa learned how to play the guitar with his feet?"

"No! Gibby's grandpa doesn't even have a guitar! And I heard he's missing a toe from the war in Korea."

"Oh, well that's sad. Everybody should have their toe-"

"Anyway! Adam asked me to go to the Cheesecake Warehouse with him this Saturday night!"

"That's great, Carly. I hope you have lots of fun. What are you going to wear" Sam said half-heartedly. Carly, however, was too excited to notice.

"I don't know yet, but I need to go shopping tomorrow. Speaking of tomorrow, aren't you supposed to leave tomorrow for your aunt's house?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that to Freddie."

"You asked him?" Carly said in disbelief. "And did you just call him Freddie?"

"Yeah, I asked him. I decided to listen to good people, like you. And about the other question, it's twelve times the fun when he gets irritated by the names I call him, but he's not here, so… " Sam replied.

"So, what did he say?"

Just then, the door swinged open and Freddie came in, followed by Mrs. Benson. "I can go!" Freddie exclaimed. But Mrs. Benson had a few words to say before Sam could be happy about Freddie coming (not that she would admit that to anyone).

"Freddie, when you go on the airplane, remember to apply some lotion to your hands, face, and ears. Also take at least one tick bath at the house. I'll give you the shampoo." Mrs. Benson instructed.

"Mom-"

"If you go into the city, remember to have your cell phone with you just in case. When you're by the lake or on a boat, always wear a lifejacket."

"Mom-"

"If you get a fish bite, go see a doctor immediately, and have Sam's aunt call me right away. Remember to call me anyway five times a day. If Sam tries to harass you, use this shocking pen to keep her away."

"Okay, Mom? 1) Do fish even bite? 2) I'll be fine everywhere. 3) No tick baths. And 4) I will need the shocking pen," Freddie told his mom.

"Hello? Standing right here. I know you have the pen, little tick-shampoo using Fredward! There's no use in using a shock pen unless the other person doesn't know about it," Sam said. "And by the way, we're leaving tomorrow. So go pack!"

Freddie and his mom left the room, leaving Sam and a very amused Carly. "You know you're going to be spending a whole four days with Freddie, the person you supposedly hate. What if the full moon affects you and you end up loving Freddie?"

"Trust me, Carls; nothing is ever going to happen between me and the nub."