YAY! New update, and it's the BIG CHAPTER! Here you go! Oh, and two new POVs: General, and Spencer's! Whoo!

(Sam and Carly are doing iCarly in this one, if you couldn't remember.)

GENERAL POV
Sam (solemn voice): Good evening

Carly (solemn voice): If you have tried to access iCarly dot com

Sam: You are at the wrong place

Carly (in English accent): Because this is..."

Carly and Sam (shouting): THE WORLD OF ARNOLD AND FUFFERSHUFFINS THE PYGMY CHICKEN!"

Sam (after a pause): Wait, Carly?

Carly: Yes, Sam?

Sam: We're not Arnold or a pygmy chicken.

Carly (scratching head): Hmm...You're right.

Sam: So this must actually be...

Carly and Sam (shouting) ICARLY!

Carly: Ok, guys. We have a fantastical show for ya'll tonight. As you may notice, we're not in the in regular iCarly studio.

Sam (screaming and running in circles): WE'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED!

Carly: No, we haven't.

Sam: Oh, yeah. We're actually...

Carly and Sam: AT THE WHITE HOUSE!

Freddie turns the camera at the audience, specifically on the First Lady, Spencer, and Bailey. He then turns it back to the girls.

Sam (in funny accent) And we gotchoo a ruddy good guest star, ain't we, Carls?

Carly: We sure do! It's not Fuffershuffins the chicken,

Sam: Or a sketchy Venuezalean architect who sells balloons…

Carly: It's the President's own son, Dylan Long!

Dylan runs on to the stage.

Carly and Sam (doing a conga line): Yeah Dylan! Yeah, yeah, Dylan!

Carly: Hi, Dylan!

Dylan (waving): Hi, Carly, Sam. It's so great to be on iCarly.

Sam (poking Dylan): Well, you sir, are going to do something special we like to do on iCarly for special people.

Carly: The game you're going to play is called

Carly and Sam (sticking their faces into the camera): Is that psycopath... or a small poodle?

Carly: Please, swivel your head so it faces the monitor to the left.

Sam: Ready, Dylan?

Dylan: Bring it on!

Monitor lights up and shows a purple dog with fluffy bows.

Dylan: Ooh! Ooh! It's a small poodle!

Sam and Carly (look at each other, then at the camera): That's... correct!

Sam pushes a button on her remote and a dinging song goes off.

Carly: Ok. Here is the next round... PSYCOPATH OR SMALL POODLE? (She gestures to the screen.)

Moniter shows Nora Shershlit, making creepy face.

Dylan (jumping up and down): Psycopath! Psycopath!

Carly and Sam (turn towards each other and whisper dramatically): That is... correct!

Sam presses another button on her remote and a cheering sound comes out.

Carly: And now…

Sam (in a funny accent): Zee final questeen. Eet is a wee beet harder zan zee otherz.

Carly: Dun dun dun!

Dylan: My eyeballs are ready!

Monitor shows the pink dog from Clifford.

Dylan: SMALL POODLE!

Sam: Correct!

Carly (dancing around): We have a winner! Your prize is...

Sam: A balloon filled with toothpaste! (She holds out the balloon to Dylan, who takes it.)

Dylan: Thank you so much. Having a balloon filled with toothpaste is my dream, and it had been fulfilled.

Carly: Ok, now, we have a video for you guys

Sam: That shows these two kids

Carly: Doing ... things.

Sam (jumping around): Crazy things, ya'll!

Carly: And the only way to see these crazy things is to ... look at the monitor!

Monitor shows two guys using leaf blowers to blow bright feathers at each other, all while screaming "Ay ay ay!"

Sam (laughing): We don't know what those two freaks were doing

Carly (laughing): But it sure looked like a feathery good time!

Sam: Oh, Carly. That makes no sense.

Carly (grinning): I know, I don't make any money off it! (A/N: HA! Get it? That makes no cents? Oh, I'm so lame.)

Sam (laughing and rolling her eyes): Now, it's going to be Spencer's birthday soon

Carly: And we decided to make him a birthday cake!

Freddie turns around and films Spencer, who is jumping up and down

Spencer: OH BOY!

Sam: But this isn't an ordinary cake for your birthday, Spence.

Carly: No, Sam, it isn't, because we are going to make Spencer

Carly and Sam (shouting): A birthday cake shake!

Dylan comes in wheeling a huge blender on a cart, which also has a huge cake on it.

Sam: Let the blending begin!

Sam, Dylan, and Carly stuff the cake into the blender. They turn it on, and Spencer walks onstage.

Spencer: Well, hey guys. What have you guys got there?

Carly: Well, Spencer, since it's your birthday

Spencer (whispering to Carly): Wait, it's not my birthday-

Carly: Shush! (She flicks the switch to the blender, which turns on and starts to mush up the cake.)

Sam: Wow, where's Emmett when you need him?

Dylan (pouring shake into cup): Bon appetite, Spencer!

Spencer (drinking the shake): Hmm, that's not bad. It has a creamy texture, and it's very...sweet.

He runs off the stage, and Freddie pans the camera over to Spencer. He is spitting out the shake into the trashcan. Freddie directs the camera back to Sam, Carly, and Dylan.

Sam: Wait. You do like broccoli, right, Spencer?

Spencer (with cake on his face and shouting): NOT IN MY BIRTHDAY CAKE SHAKE!

Carly (laughing): Whoops! Sorry Spence!

Spencer (shouting miserably): I'LL BE IN THE RESTROOM!

Sam (laughing): Ok! We have for you guys...

Freddie: Another pathetic play! Today's play is another edition of the Cowboy with a Hat and the Idiot Farm Girl who thought the Cowboy's Hat was a UFO.

Sam (in cowboy outfit): Well hullo there, little farm girl.

Carly (in farm girl outfit): Hiiii! ... I like your UFO.

Sam: What you talkin bout?

Carly: You know...that UFO on your head.

Sam (holding hat): This ain't no U-fo! (A/N: Pronounced ooo-fo. Just to let you know.)This here is one genuine cowboy hat.

Carly: No it isn't! It's an unidentified flying...flying...flying object!

Sam (angry): Now looky here, you idiot farm girl. This is my cowboy hat. Not one o' your fancy shmancy U-fos!

Carly (innocently): Are there any aliens in your UFO?

Sam (slamming hands on table): I dang told you, this here is a hat

Carly: I met an alien once! (Looks confused) But he didn't want to talk to me. (Pause) I gave him a mailbox to bring to his home planet.

Sam (rolling her eyes): How grand o' ya.

Carly: Maybe I should give him your UFO so he can go home! (She grabs the cowboy hat and runs off.)

Sam (getting up): You dang idiot farm girl! You give me back my hat!

Carly (running around): I need to give it to the alien!

Sam and Carly run around for a few minutes before bowing in front of the camera.

Sam (hitting her applause button on her remote): Thank you, thank you!

Carly (grinning and waving): You all are too kind!

SPENCER POV
I went into a bathroom to wash out my mouth. Carly and Sam's insane shake was really odd, but the taste was actually pretty good. It was an acquired taste…Maybe I should get T-Bo to start a whole new line of Cake-Shakes. Yeah, that sounds good.

"Euhh," I moaned to myself as I washed off my tongue. I dried my hands on a fancy towel, and when I let go, it dropped on the floor. I was about to pick it up, but then it caught on fire.

"AHH!" I shouted, kicking it with my foot. I threw some water on the fire, and it eventually went out. Why does this happen to me?

Maybe the Fire Gods hate me, because I've done them some bad deed or something. Maybe I should offer them some sacrifice. Hmm...

I held up the blackened towel and knelt on the floor.

"To the all hallowed Fire Gods, may peace be unto me with this ever precious sacrifice," I announced in a deep voice.

Suddenly a maid opened the door and came into the bathroom. She looked at me with a weird look on her face.

"Oh, hey," I said, smoothly standing up and slicking my hair back. I tried to lean on the sink but fell, my face falling right on the towel that was previously on fire.

"Ahh! Ahhh! Get it off me!" The towel covered my face and I was blind. It was so dark; I needed to see the light again! I tried to go get help, so I ran around the room, looking for the light. I slammed into something hard.

The towel fell off of my face, which revealed the object I ran into. It was a wall.

"Are you...okay?" the maid asked nervously. She had a look of complete astonishment on her face.

"Yeah...Totally." Awkward! I brushed past the weirded out maid and staggered out of the room.

I really need to be less clumsy.

I quietly went back to the room where the kids were doing iCarly. The girls were throwing popcorn at each other, and Dylan was taking tally who caught the most in their mouth. Man, their webshow is weird!

The girls finally stopped eating popcorn. It must be the end of their webshow:

"And so ends another edition of iCarly," Carly began, looking off in the distance.

"I would say this was one special webcast," said Sam in a very serious voice.

"Especially because..."

"We had Dylan Long, the president's son on here!" Carly and Sam shouted. Sam pressed a button on her remote and clapping noises came out. I wish I had a remote like that!

"Get out here, Dylan!" Sam shouted. Dylan ran onto the makeshift stage.

"Bye guys!" Dylan said, grinning. I sure like that kid. Carly and Sam were waving, too.

"But wait!" Sam said, like in an info-mmercial where they sell you weird stuff. Like those potato gloves!

"We forgot one thing!" Carly exclaimed. Sam hit another button on her remote, and "RANDOM DANCING!" was said in a deep voice.

"With Dylan Long!" Carly shouted as the lights dimmed and multi-colored lights flecked the walls and floor. Music blasted from speakers somewhere. Freddie must have installed a disco ball or something in here.

"And multi-colored balloons!" Sam said excitedly. Suddenly a wave of balloons and confetti fell down on Carly, Sam, and Dylan, hiding them from view.

When the balloons all landed on the floor, we could finally see the kids again. Carly was laughing and dancing, but Sam and Dylan were doing something different.

Sam and Dylan were kissing.

Everything immediately stopped. The lights turned off, the music went silent, and everyone froze.

Carly and Freddie stared at Sam and Dylan (who were STILL kissing), then both ran out of the room. Freddie's camera fell to the floor, making a large clunk as it did so.

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