Decrease

"This. Cannot. Be. Happening." Sam said in horror, sitting on the Shay's couch. Carly and Freddie were on either side of her, trying to calm her down.

"Sam, is it really that horrible?" Carly tried to reason with her best friend. "So the Fat Cake company decided to decrease the amount of chocolate crème in the cake, is it really worth getting worked up over?"

"Um, yes!" Sam exclaimed. "The Fat Cake had the perfect balance of chocolate crème, coconut flakes, marshmallow fluff and strawberry sprinkles. Now the whole balance is thrown off and the Fat Cake will never be the same!"

"Are you crying?" Freddie asked, slightly amused.

"This is serious!" Sam said, punching him in the arm, which took the grin right off his face. "Fat Cakes were the only things in the world I truly cared about!"

"Thanks," Freddie said to his girlfriend. "Love you too."

"Why don't you just try the new kind," Carly suggested. "I'm sure they taste just as good as the original."

"I will not put one of those-those imposters in my mouth! I have standards!"

"Then why did you eat that egg salad sandwich that was sitting on the roof of some hippies car last week?" Freddie asked.

Sam punched him in the arm again.

"Okay, Sam," Carly sighed. "I'm sure the people at the Fat Cake company are very sorry they've done this to you, but they probably had no choice. They're probably cheaper to make now, and you know that whole economy thing…"

"But I never go to say goodbye to them," Sam said sadly. "All the stores only have the new ones now."

"I know Sam," Carly said. "How about I let you egg Lewbert's car? I won't yell at you for it or anything."

"Okay," Sam sniffed.

….

Next Day

Freddie poked his head into the Shay's apartment and saw Carly sitting on the couch knitting a scarf. "Hey," he said. "Is Sam here?"

"Yeah, she's up in the studio," Carly replied. "She's mourning Fat Cakes still. Go be a good boyfriend and cheer her up."

"I am," Freddie said. "Nice scarf, by the way."

"It's a sweater!"

Freddie took the elevator up to the iCarly studio and found Sam, wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt, sitting on a beanbag chair, flipping through last years Fat Cake catalogue.

"Hi," he said, sitting down next to her.

"Hey," she said, not looking up from the catalogue. "Look at them! So young and pure. Little did they know that soon they would be destroyed!"

"Yes, it's very…sad," Freddie said. "Anyway, I got you something that might make you feel better." He took a bag out of his backpack and placed it on his girlfriend's lap.

"Nothing can make me feel better. Unless you got me the head of the Fat Cake director who made this stupid decision…"

"Just open the bag," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.

Sam glared at him, but obliged and looked inside the bag. She gasped. It was two boxes of the original Fat Cakes.

"I-how did you-?" Sam stammered.

"I called a bunch of stores to see if they might have any left," Freddie explained, grinning at the sight of her awe-struck face. "I finally found one four hours away that had these two boxes left, so I drove there last night."

"You drove four hours to get these?"

"Well eight, if you count the return trip, but it's nothing," he said modestly.

Sam grabbed his neck and pulled him into a kiss.