Tomato

"Guess what I just bought?" Sam said excitedly, dragging a huge bag into the iCarly studio.

"Sam, I swear, if that's more Mexican yo-yos I'm going to-"

"No, those got banned last month," Sam said. "I got these!" She opened the bag, and hundreds of tomatoes spilled out.

"Okay. Why?"

"My mom's dating a farmer this week," she explained. "He brought us all this food last night."

"So you're going to sit here and stuff your face with tomatoes?" Carly asked, rolling her eyes.

"No. I already ate two dozen." She pulled a large bull's-eye out of the bag. "Mama's gonna work on her aim."

"You better clean up when you're done."

"Ha!"

Carly frowned. She turned to leave the studio just as Freddie walked in.

"Please make sure your girlfriend doesn't kill anything with those," she told him.

"I can't make any promises," Freddie said.

"Bull's-eye!" Sam said happily as the tomato she threw landed smack in the middle of her target.

"Can I try?" Freddie asked.

"No."

"Whatever," he shrugged. "I just came up here to check something on the site anyway."

He headed over to his computer cart and began typing on his laptop. Suddenly, a huge tomato hit him square in the chest.

"Sam!"

"Sorry. Your chest looked like a bull's-eye."

She proceeded to throw another tomato, which hit him in the face.
"That's it," he said, wiping the red goo off his face. He ran over to the bag, grabbed three tomatoes and hurled them at Sam.

"Benson! You're dead!" Sam yelled, retaliating by throwing one towards an area she knew would cause Freddie maximum pain. Sure enough, he fell to the ground, but not before he threw two more tomatoes at the blonde.

Within ten minutes the huge bag of tomatoes was gone, and the iCarly studio was covered with red goo.

Somewhere within the epic battle, the couple had begun making out, which is what they were doing when Carly came up.

"This is the third time this month!" Carly yelled, causing the two to pull apart. "First it was ice-cream, then it was gravy, now this. Get the mop!"