AN-So this chapter is a sequel to chapter 336, where Sam buys Freddie a really expensive Galaxy Wars present, and he worries that she may have stolen it, but it turns out that she really sold a rare Fat Cake wrapper that she loved to get the money.
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Poster
"Well, I did it," Spencer said proudly, getting to his feet and wiping his clay covered hands on his jeans. "I made an entire sculpture in one day."
"Why'd you have to make it in one day?" Carly asked, sitting down on the couch next to Sam, placing a bowl of grapes on the coffee table.
"I didn't, but I was just so excited when one of the owners of this really fancy art shop emailed me and asked me if I could make him a sculpture," Spencer explained.
"What is it?" Sam asked. "A cat wearing a hat?"
"Yeah, that's what the owner told me he wanted," Spencer shrugged.
Carly got up and headed over to the computer on the kitchen counter, where the email from the shop owner was still up. "Um, Spence?" she frowned. "You didn't read this email very carefully, did you?"
"Why?" Spencer asked.
"Because it says, 'Please make me a sculpture of a cat wearing an elegant monocle, and under no circumstances, put him in a hat. I cannot tell you how overdone that absurd idea is, and will simply puke if I am forced to see inappropriate hat usage on any sculpture that passes through my shop door'."
"Huh," Spencer said. "Well, I'm going to go scream into a pillow now. Bye!"
"I wonder what Frothy would look like if I put him in a monocle," Sam said thoughtfully as Spencer retreated to his room.
"I'm sure he'd be the classiest three-legged cat around," Carly grinned.
Just then the front door opened and Freddie walked in.
"Hey, is Spencer here?" he asked.
"No, he gave his cat a hat instead of a monocle so now he's screaming into a pillow because some art shop owner's going to puke," Sam said, giving her boyfriend a quick kiss.
"Ah," Freddie nodded. He opened up his backpack and pulled out a hammer. "I just wanted to give this back to him."
"What were you doing with a hammer?" Carly asked.
"I was putting a display shelf up above my bed so that I could stare at my super cool Gold Phaser of Gorwanda that my amazing girlfriend gave to me," Freddie said, putting his arm around Sam. "You guys should see it, I have it right next to my poster of Nug Nug."
"Whoa, so you mean your room's even cooler now?" Sam asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Hey, you're the one encouraging his nerd habits by buying him phasers and stuff," Carly pointed out.
"I actually bought two display shelves," Freddie said, ignoring Sam's comment. "Because I wasn't sure what size would be best. You want the extra one, baby? I thought it'd be nice to set up in your room so that you could put that fancy Fat Cake wrapper on it. I mean, right now you're just storing it in your sock drawer. You love that thing; why not show it off?"
"Um, that-that's okay," Sam said quickly, exchanging glances with Carly. "You can keep it."
"But I don't need another shelf," Freddie said.
"Well then why don't you put up in the studio?" Sam suggested. "We could always use more shelves up there, right Carly?"
"Y-Yeah," Carly nodded.
"You sure you don't want it?" Freddie asked Sam.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Sam said, leaning over and kissing him. "Thanks though."
"Spencer left his toolbox in the upstairs bathroom," Carly told Freddie. "He was trying fix the scale in there after it told him he was ten pounds more than what he thought…you can put the hammer back in there."
"Okay," Freddie said, getting to his feet and heading upstairs.
Once he was out of sight, Carly turned to Sam. "Are you ever gonna tell him that you sold your Fat Cake wrapper to buy him that phaser?"
"No, I told you, he'd make a big deal out of it," Sam said. "Just let have his little toy and I'll start saving up box tops again."
"I still think it was incredibly sweet that you gave up your most prized possession for your boyfriend," Carly smiled.
"Yes, you've told me that ten times already, Carly," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "You know, maybe this is why I'm not sweet more often; I have you gushing about it nonstop!"
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"I still can't believe how insanely cool that phaser looks above your bed," Gibby said as him and Freddie sat down at their table at the Groovy Smoothie.
"I know, right?" Freddie grinned. "How lucky am I to have a girlfriend who'd actually go out and buy me that?"
"The best present I ever got from a girl was that stupid motorized scooter," Gibby mumbled, sipping his smoothie. "Hey, did you ever figure out how Sam afforded that phaser?"
"No," Freddie said. "But-But you know what? I don't care. Sam told me she got it for me legally, so I'm not going to press my girlfriend for information. It's insulting to her."
Just then two guys sat down at the table next to him.
"Just show it to me one more time," the smaller of the two boys said.
"Fine, keep your loafers on," the larger boy said, pulling something out of his backpack. "Here, the one-of-a-kind Fat Cake wrapper from the first one ever made."
"Whoa, do you see that?" Gibby said to Freddie, looking over at the table. "How cool is that?"
"Eh, it's probably a knock off," Freddie shrugged. "Don't you remember? Sam has the wrapper from the first Fat Cake ever made. She won it in that sweepstakes last year."
"Oh yeah…she made me cut out box tops for ten hours straight," Gibby nodded. "You know, I still can't hold a spoon properly from all those hand cramps."
"I can't believe you managed to get your hands on this," the small boy said, looking at the wrapper with admiration.
"Neither can I," the other boy nodded. "But I was at the pawn shop the other day, looking for a Bah Mitzvah gift for second cousin, and I saw it! The owner said that he bought it off some blonde girl for five hundred dollars. Little did she know that this baby's worth over ten thousand dollars. Luckily I had some cash saved up from that line of male lotions I put out."
"Whoa," Freddie whispered, turning to Gibby. "Do-Do you know what this means Gib?"
"Yeah, I need to get on the Internet and find some of that male lotion," Gibby nodded. "Because I think I'm getting this rash and-"
"No!" Freddie exclaimed. "Sam's the girl who sold that wrapper to the pawn shop!"
"Why would Sam sell her wrapper from the first Fat Cake ever made?" Gibby frowned. "She loved that thing!"
"Because she needed the five hundred bucks to pay for my phaser," Freddie said. "That's how she got the money!"
"Whoa, Sam actually sold that wrapper for you?" Gibby said.
"Yeah," Freddie said softly. "She did."
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"I can't believe your neighbor just sits out on his porch all day in that kiddie pool," Carly said as her and Sam walked into the Puckett house after school.
"I'm just glad he remember his bathing suit this time," Sam shrugged. "So you really think that vest thing I have would work for Gibby's costume for tomorrow night?"
"Yeah, if you don't want it anymore," Carly nodded.
"Nah, I spilled gravy on it last time I wore it," Sam said.
The girls started upstairs, and just as they were about to go into Sam's room, they heard a loud thud from inside.
Carly frowned. "What was that?"
"Um, I don't know," Sam said. "Frothy was downstairs, and my mom's not home…"
"You don't still have that baby chipmunk, do you?" Carly asked.
"No, you made me get rid of poor little Julio," Sam said.
They heard another thud.
"Maybe we should call the cops," Carly whispered.
"And have them see my mom's illegal workout DVD collection?" Sam said. "No way. Those things are finally making it manageable for me to deal with her bikini parades." She unzipped her backpack and pulled out her butter sock. "If anyone's in there, they're gonna have to deal with the sock."
She slammed open her door, butter sock at the ready to attack any intruders.
"Oh, hey Sam," Freddie said as his girlfriend burst into the room.
"Freddie?" Carly said, confused. "What are you doing here? I thought you had AV club on Wednesday's after school."
"Nah, it was canceled today," Freddie said. He turned back to the wall above Sam's bed, where he was holding a large shelf in place and began to hammer it in again.
"Um, what are you doing?" Sam asked.
"Well I know you said you didn't want my extra display shelf," Freddie said. "But I really think you'll like it. Just wait and see what your fancy Fat Cake wrapper of yours looks like on here, and if you still don't want it, I'll take the shelf down."
"Aw crab," Sam muttered under her breath.
"Maybe you should just tell him you sold your wrapper," Carly whispered to her.
"Maybe," Sam mumbled. "But I-"
Just then Freddie jumped off of Sam's bed, the shelf firmly in place. "Okay," he said, smiling proudly at his work. "Now let's get that wrapper up."
"Um, listen, Freddie," Sam began. "About that wrapper. I sort of-"
But Freddie reached down into his bag and pulled out the one-of-a-kind Fat Cake wrapper and set it right in the middle of the shelf. "There…what do you think, Sam?"
"I-I-" Sam stuttered, her eyes widening as she looked over at Carly, who seemed just as lost as she was.
"I think it looks really good, if I do say so myself," Freddie said. "Really draws your eye when you come into the room, doesn't it?"
Sam sighed. "You know, don't you?"
"That you sold your most prized possession at a pawn shop just so you could get enough cash to buy me the best Galaxy Wars item in existence? Yeah, I know," Freddie nodded. "Sam, I-I can't believe you did that."
"It's no big deal," Sam said quickly. "I mean, you're always doing things like this for me."
"Of course it's a big deal," Freddie said gently. "Do you have any idea how much it means to me that you were willing to do this?"
"How'd you find out?" Sam asked.
"At the Groovy Smoothie yesterday, the guy who bought your wrapper at the pawn shop came in and was showing it off," Freddie replied.
"Well then how'd you get it back?" Sam frowned. "Oh man, you didn't actually sit there and give him five hundred dollars for it, did you? Because I didn't want you to do that, I just-"
"I didn't pay him," Freddie said quickly.
"Then how'd you get it back?" Carly questioned.
"Well, when the guy was putting the wrapper back in his backpack, I noticed that he had a fencing mask in his bag, so I went up to him and we got to talking," Freddie explained. "Turns out the guy's kind of cocky about his fencing skills. So I challenged him to a quick match down at the gymnasium, and he agreed that if he won, I'd let him come onto iCarly and show off his fencing, and if I won, he had to give me the wrapper."
"He went for that?" Sam grinned.
"He told me he could beat a tech-nerd like me with one leg tied behind his back," Freddie smirked.
"I think that'd be kind of uncomfortable," Carly commented.
"And you won?" Sam asked.
"Shoosh yeah I did, don't you see the wrapper up there?" Freddie laughed.
"Well…you still didn't have to do that, you know," Sam told him, though she was staring up at her beloved Fat Cake wrapped longingly. "I was fine giving up that-that treasure for you."
"And like I said, knowing that means the world to me," Freddie smiled, leaning down to kiss her. "But hey, how often am I going to get a chance to fence for your honor? Or, well, fence for your Fat Cake wrapper?"
"It is pretty romantic," Carly pointed out.
"Yeah," Sam said softly, blushing madly. "It is."
