The following day at school, right after third period, Sam stood in front of a locker on the third floor. It wasn't hers, but she was pretty sure the owner could help her.

"Puckett," came the voice she was looking for, from behind her. She turned.

"Rodney."

"What can I do for you? Concert tickets, Fat Cakes, I've even got hall passes – spelled right this time," the boy they called 'Rip-off' went into his sales pitch.

"I need a little girl," Sam cut him off.

Rodney was taken aback, "I don't do kidnapping, or is this some kind of indecent proposal."

Sam grabbed his collar, "The only thing indecent around here is your prices! Word is, you can get anything for anyone, if the price is right."

"That's true, so what girl are we talking about?" Rodney questioned as she let him go.

"You saw the Nevel Papperman video on Splashface, right?" Sam asked. When Rodney nodded, she continued, "I need to know who the little girl is. I need to get in touch with her for iCarly."

"That's a really tough get, gonna cost you more than a t-shirt this time," the con-artist warned.

"Sam Puckett Legal Defense Fund," she replied.

"Meet me here this time tomorrow. I'll have a name and phone number."

This was actually going to be easy for Rodney, but he wasn't about to let the intimidating blonde know that. The girl was actually his second cousin on his mother's side, he recognized her the first time he saw the video. Rodney's mom had the phone number in her address book at home. Easy money, he thought.

Friday afternoon, Sam told Carly she had to "do a thing for her mom," and that she'd be at Carly's in time for the show. She took the cross-town bus and walked to a small house just a few blocks from Nevel's mansion. She rang the doorbell. A woman in her mid-twenties answered. To Sam, she looked a little like Carly in about ten years. "Angela?" Sam asked.

The woman smiled, "Yes. You must be Sam?"

"That's right," Sam answered. "Are you and your daughter ready?"

Angela nodded, "Molly's so excited to appear on your show. She thinks she's going to be on TV. I told her it was close."

With Sam in the passenger seat and Molly securely in back, Angela drove to Bushwell Plaza, following Sam's directions. As they walked toward the entrance, Sam stopped them. "You wait out here until I text you. I'd tell you to wait in the lobby, but Lewbert..."

"What's a Lewbert?" Molly asked.

"The meanest doorman in all of doormanity," Sam replied, in a scary voice. "He hates everyone, but especially little girls."

Two minutes later, Sam strode into apartment 8C without knocking. Carly was surprised, "Sam, you're early!"

"Spencer around?"

"Shower."

Sam strode over to Carly and pulled her close. "I couldn't wait to see my favorite Cupcake," she grinned.

"I better be your only Cupcake. Now behave," Carly playfully admonished.

"Is that anyway to treat me when I bring you such a wonderful present?" Sam mocked. She pulled out her cell phone and sent a quick text.

Carly knew her partner was up to something, but she didn't know what. Knowing Sam, though, it wouldn't be good. The doorbell rang less than 2 minutes later.

"You'll want to get that," the blonde suggested.

"Someone get the door, I'm getting dressed," Spencer shouted from his bedroom.

Carly opened the door, and was greeted by the sight of young Molly, holding a shopping bag, her mother standing behind her. Her jaw dropped. She motioned for them to come in and shook hands with Angela.

"Can you excuse us for a second?" Carly asked, grabbing Sam by the hand and dragging her up the steps. In the hallway outside her bedroom, they stopped. "Sam, how?"

Sam was grinning from ear to ear, "I knew you wanted her on the show, Cupcake."

"But how did you find her?" Carly was still in shock.

"Let's just say I blew half of the Sam Puckett Legal Defense Fund. You're just going to have to keep me out of trouble for awhile," Sam half-joked.

"I can do that," Carly grinned. "I love you, Sam!" she cried, pulling her girlfriend in for a kiss.

After a few seconds, Sam pulled back. "Easy, Cupcake. Kid downstairs,"

By the time they got back to the living room, Spencer was busy chatting up Angela, who turned out to be a single mom with a fascination for art. The girls took Molly upstairs to the studio and hid her backstage to await her cue. They left Angela with Spencer shortly before Freddie and Nevel showed up to start the show.

After more Gibby torture, this time involving African Blowfish, the girls introduced Nevel. The disgraced web reviewer walked on-camera, dressed smartly in a suit and tie. He shuffled the papers he was holding, then began to read.

"My name is Nevel Amadeus Papperman. I stand before you tonight to sincerely apologize for my inexcusable..." Nevel's voice started to crack. He tried again."Inexcuse..." Finally he threw the papers down, When he spoke again, even Sam believed that he meant every word. "I don't know why I acted the way I did. I do know that it was very, very wrong, and for that I apologize. I just wish I could apologize to that little girl."

Carly knew they couldn't have planned that better. She spoke to Nevel, but knew that Molly was listening from backstage, "Nevel, you have something to say to Molly?"

No one had ever heard Nevel sound so contrite as when he apologized to Molly. When she told him that it was okay, Sam could see Carly's eyes misting over. When she told him that she brought him something, Carly's tears began to flow. When Molly pulled out a jar of bread and butter pickles, Carly collapsed against her girlfriend, her head resting on Sam's chest. Sam grimaced at such a girly scene, but she couldn't help enjoying it as well. Carly looked up at her and silently mouthed the words, "Thanks, Mama."

Spencer and Angela had been downstairs drinking root beer and watching the webcast. When Freddie had quickly cut to the girls, and he saw his sister crying against Sam, he thought it might be a good time to get her to come clean. Excusing himself, he ran upstairs, but as he entered the studio, he realized that he didn't want to intrude on their moment. Freddie had already caught him on camera, standing behind Nevel and Molly, and he just stood there, looking awkward until Feddie said "And... we're out."