AN-So apparently the plot where Sam and Freddie move to Chicago is a pretty popular one, lol. Here's another continuation of the plot where Sam and Freddie took everyone out for some Chicago style pizza. Again, sorry that sequels for chapters are out of order, but I do requests in the order I get them.

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Clause

"Oh my God!" Carly said, her mouth full of pizza. "You weren't kidding; this stuff is amazing!"

"Right?" Sam smiled. "I'm telling you, the only place where you can get better pizza than this is in Italy itself."

"My mouth is so happy right now," Spencer said, taking a bite of his slice.

"It would taste better with a smoothie," T-Bo mumbled.

"Teebs, Chicago's just not that big on smoothies," Freddie said, carefully pouring red pepper flakes onto his pizza.

"Well then Chicago doesn't know how to live, now does it?"

"Hey, Sam," Gibby said, swallowing his pizza. "You're going to have the baby before Christmas, right?"

"Yeah, two days before it," Sam nodded, eyeing Freddie's slice of pizza, which he was now adding parmesan cheese to. "Why?"

"Well I was thinking..." Gibby said. "That I could dress up as Santa Clause for the little baby!"

"What?" Carly frowned. "Why would you want to do that?"

"Because I happen to have a lot of respect for the guy," Gibby snapped. "Going to every house in the world in one night, checking up on all the little kids, having to deal with the annoying elves and all their 'union talk'. I mean the guy pays them in cookies, what more can they want?"

The others looked at each other. They had learned to just go with these Gibby moments.

"I was actually thinking of dressing up as Santa Clause for the baby," Spencer said.

"No way, I called it!" Gibby said loudly.

"Well I brought a Santa costume, so ha!" Spencer said triumphantly.

"So did I!" Gibby retorted.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Carly said. "There was enough room in the car for two Santa Clause costumes, but not enough room for me to bring my shoe suitcase?"

"Or my golf bag?" T-Bo exclaimed.

"You play golf?" Sam frowned.

"Yes," T-Bo said. "What? T-Bo can't play golf? I have other skills besides smoothie crafting, you know!"

"Look, guys, it's really nice that you both want to dress up as Santa for the baby," Freddie said to Spencer and Gibby. "But I don't think the kid will even notice at two days old."

"Yes, baby's absorb these kinds of things," Spencer told him. "They're like little sponges."

"Well then why can't both of you dress up?" Sam asked.

"Two Santa's?" Gibby scoffed, insulted. "Please, why don't we just elect two presidents, or have two Groundhog's Days, or have two belly buttons?"

"That would be so cool," Spencer said. "I'm always saying life would be easier with an extra belly button."

"You know, I thought it was supposed to be the Easter Bunny that came on Christmas," T-Bo frowned.

"What?" Sam exclaimed.

"T-Bo, why would the Easter Bunny bring presents on Christmas?" Carly pointed out.

"I don't know, my mamma never read me fairy tales," T-Bo defended.

"But she clearly dropped you on your head," Sam mumbled.

"So do I get to be Santa Clause or not?" Gibby asked.

"I get to be him!" Spencer argued.

"How about one of you dresses up for half the time," Freddie suggested. "And the other for the other half?"

"Fine," Gibby conceded. "But the real Santa Clause would never put up with these conditions. If you were still a kid, you'd be at the top of the Naughty List by now."

"Wait, so if the Easter Bunny doesn't come on Christmas," T-Bo said. "Then when does the Tooth Fairy come into the picture?"

"You know I almost caught the tooth fairy when I was nine," Gibby said. "But then it turned out to just be my turtle."

"And then who comes on Labor Day?" T-Bo continued. "Is there like some Labor Day Dog or something?"

"A Labordor?" Carly laughed.

"I don't get that," Spencer frowned.

"You know," Freddie said, smiling at Sam. "I've really missed this."

"Yeah," Sam nodded as T-Bo and Spencer began a heated discussion about leprechauns. "Me too."