Prison

"That was way too long of a car trip," Carly moaned as her, Spencer, Sam and Freddie dragged their feet into stadium, where that years webicon was being held.

"Tell me about it," Sam nodded. "It was so boring."
Carly glared at her.

"What?" Sam frowned.

"You can't complain about being bored when you entertained yourself with your boyfriend's lips the whole ride!" she snapped.

Sam and Freddie exchanged embarrassed looks.

"It wasn't the whole time," Freddie mumbled.

"Oh, look! There's the Medieval Mayhem section!" Spencer said excitedly, adjusting the tip of his jousting spear.

"The what section?" Sam said.

"It's his new online obsession," Carly explained. "It's some dumb game where everyone tries to take over some kingdom from an ogre or something."

"Um, it happens to be the greatest MMORPG to hit the Internet since War of Warlords," Spencer defended. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go talk to some jesters."

"Where do we check in for iCarly?" Freddie asked as Spencer ran off.

"Um, over there, at that desk I think," Carly said, nodding over to a large countertop at the other end of the entrance. The three teens headed over, where a man was waiting for them.

"You guys are iCarly, right?" he asked.

"Yup, that's us," Carly smiled. "We're all set for our Q&A session."

"Great, I'm your liaison" the man smiled. "I'll just go grab your VIP passes and then I'll take you to your conference room."

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Sam asked as the man disappeared. "I mean, last time this just turned into one big fanwar."

"I know, but the people in charge here promised that weren't going to let in anybody who was involved in that last year," Carly assured her. "And they're also not letting anyone in with Seddie or Creddie t-shirts, posters, signs, or anything else. This time webicon is going to be strictly about iCarly for us."

"Good, because I promised my mom I wouldn't have any more cop trouble, and if any of those Creddie fans start with me about dating Freddie, they're going to be in for some of Mama's fist," Sam said.

"Aw," Freddie chuckled, putting his arm around her.

"I'm telling you, there's nothing to worry about this time," Carly said.

"Alright," their liaison said, coming back with three passes. "Let me get you guys to your conference room so you can set up. Oh, but make sure to stay close, though. There are some extreme iCarly fans we'll be passing."

"What?" Sam exclaimed.
"Um, I'm sorry," Carly said. "But, I thought the webicon directors were going to make sure we just had a calm Q&A session this time, no crazy super fans."

"Yeah, we don't want to deal with another fan war," Freddie nodded.

"Relax," the liaison chuckled. "These fans aren't Seddiers or Creddiers. They just really, really like your web show."

"Oh," Carly said. "Well, that-that's fine then. Great, actually."

"So if you'll just follow me then," the liaison said.

The three teens complied as they followed the man out of the entrance into the heart of the stadium.

"Holy smokes, it's iCarly!" the suddenly head someone squeal, and they turned around to see a mass of people all screaming at the top of their lungs at the sight of them.

"Oh man," Sam said. "There's got to be like, four hundred people there!"

"Four hundred and eighty three," the liaison said. "But only fifty have tickets for the Q&A session."

"Well, that's good," Freddie said. "Because it'd be a little hard to try and answer everyone's question in this-Ah!"

Freddie had too busy speaking that he didn't notice how close he was getting to gated off section of fans, and was suddenly grabbed by group of screaming girls.

"Freddie we love you!"

"Freddie, will you marry me?"

"Freddie, you're the hottest guy on the Internet!"

"Oh my God! He got mobbed by girls again!" Carly exclaimed.

"Yeah, hopefully that lame shirt he's wearing will get ripped," Sam shrugged. "Hey, so where do you think they're hiding the Fat Shakes here?"

"Aren't you going to go save your boyfriend?" Carly asked.

"Why? That takes effort," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

"So you don't care that he's literally being torn apart by a sea of hormonal girls who'd love nothing more than to be Mrs. Freddie Benson?" Carly frowned.

"They're all freaks," Sam said. "It's fine."

"Freddie, go out with me!"

"Freddie, I'd be your perfect girlfriend!"

"Freddie, we'd be so cute together!"

Sam's smug smile suddenly faltered.

"Is it still fine?" Carly asked knowingly.

"Nope!" Sam said, starting towards the crowd. She quickly spotted Freddie's plaid collar and his poor brown-haired head bobbing up and down.

"Move!" she bellowed, shoving her way into the crowd. She grabbed Freddie's shoulders and yanked him out of the mob, much to the displeasure of all the girls.

"It's like a prison riot in there!" Freddie gasped as Sam pulled him back over to Carly and their liaison. "I-I think one of them stole my wallet!"

"Good, you deserve it!" Sam frowned. "That's what you get for diving into pool of girls!"

"I didn't dive in, I was forced in!" Freddie defended. "You think I enjoyed being tampered with like a piece of meat?"

"Yeah, well, just don't get used to it," Sam mumbled.

"Aw, are you jealous baby?" Freddie chuckled cockily.

Suddenly a pink sock came soaring through the air and landed on Freddie's shoulder.

"Freddie! Breathe on my sock!" the girl who threw it yelled. "My feet need you!"

"Yeah, I'm real jealous of those spazes," Sam said.

"You know," Carly said thoughtfully. "This is the second crazy mob of girls that has attacked Freddie…Where's our mob of dudes?"

"Carls, every dude in here looks like he hasn't seen day light in ten years!" Sam scoffed. "You want to be mobbed by them?"

"Bro, come on! We're gonna miss the start of the jousting tournament at the Medieval Mayhem station!" a tall, muscular man said, rushing past the teens.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" the man's equally attractive friend said, hurrying after him.

"You were saying?" Carly grinned.

"Freddie, I love you!" came another shriek from the sea of females, causing Sam's fists to clench.

Suddenly, one of the girls broke out of the gated off area and ran over to Freddie.

"Freddie!" she squealed, pushing an old water bottle under her nose. "Can you sign this? Please? Please?"

"Um, okay," Freddie nodded, clearly trying to hide his discomfort. "Wow, a water bottle…you know, I have some paper in my bag if you'd rather I sign that."

"Oh no, I spent an hour rooting through that garbage can out front after I watched you throw it out," the girl said at once. "I could never part with this."

"You were watching him?" Sam frowned.

"Okay, something tells me we'll be making a few phone calls to the cops later today," Carly whispered to her best friend.

"Not to rush you, but we need to get set up in the conference room," the liaison said as the girl rushed back into the crowd, holding up the water bottle triumphantly.

"Oh, right," Carly nodded. "Sorry.
"I think I dislocated my shoulder in that swarm," Freddie mumbled, holding his hand out for Sam as they began to follow the liaison away from the chaos.

"Um, hey, actually, I-I'm gonna run to the bathroom," Sam said. "I'll meet up with you guys, in a few."

….

"Where is she?" Carly groaned, frustrated, as she paced anxiously behind the curtain that separated her and Freddie from the audience that was filling up the conference room.

"I don't know!" Freddie said. "I've called her, I texted her…I hope she didn't get lost."

"She's probably strung out on Fat Shakes," Carly mumbled. She poked her head out from behind the curtain to get a peek at their audience. "Oh man, the place is full. That means we have to start soon!"

"Maybe we can stall," Freddie said, looking out from the curtain as well. "And then one of us can go and try and find-hey. Do-Do you notice anything about the audience?"

"No," Carly frowned. "Why? They seem like a normal bunch of guys. Or well, normal for guys that camped out in front of the stadium for days to get into Webicon ahead of everyone else."

"Yeah, exactly, they're all guys," Freddie nodded. "There's not one girl in that audience."

"Whoa!" Carly exclaimed, seeing that this was true. "You're right! But…I don't understand. What happened to all those screaming girls that attacked you? They were at the head of the line to see us."

"I have no idea," Freddie said.

"Well, at least I kind of got my mob of boys now," Carly said. "But that doesn't help with the fact that Sam's gone AWOL! I swear, if she misses this, I'm going to-"

"Hey, Fat Shakes for everyone!" Sam said brightly, hurrying over to the two, handing them each a beverage.

"Where were you this whole time?" Freddie asked his girlfriend.

"I went to the bathroom and then got these," Sam said, sipping her shake.

"It took you over an hour to do that?" Carly asked suspiciously.

"There was a long line for the Fat Shakes; they're in demand!" Sam pointed out.

"You know, these are pretty good," Freddie said, tasting his Fat Shake. "Thanks, baby."

"No problem," Sam said sweetly, leaning up to give him a kiss.

"Okay you guys, are you ready to go on in five minutes?" the liaison asked, coming over to the teens.

"Now we are," Carly nodded.

"Great," he said. "Oh, and just so you know, you'll probably have a long wait trying to get out of here after you finish up."

"Why?" Freddie asked.

"Security's freaking out," the liaison sighed. "There was some big scene about a half-hour ago near here. Apparently there was suddenly this huge cloud of red smoke around where all those screaming girls were earlier, and when it cleared away, all of the girls' shoes were glued to the floor."

"What?" Carly exclaimed. "How did that happen?"

"Who knows," he shrugged. "But the fire department's on their way over to help them get unstuck, but in the meantime, they lost their seats in here. It says in the fine print on their Webicon tickets that in the event that one's shoes get stuck to the floor inexplicably, they are still not exempt from our 'no refund' policy."

"Oh, how…smart," Freddie said.

"I'll go get ready to announce you guys," the liaison said, heading out on stage.

Carly and Freddie turned towards Sam.

"Sucks about their shoes, huh?" Sam said innocently, finishing the last of her Fat Shake. "But hey, maybe since they can't really move for the next two-to-six hours, they'll have time to think twice about mobbing people's boyfriends." She looked at her empty cup. "I'll go throw this away."

"So," Carly sighed, crossing her arms as Sam headed over to the trashcan. "Do we want to know?"

"I have a feeling we don't," Freddie grinned.

"Why are you all perky?" Carly frowned.

"Because I was right," he said triumphantly. "She was jealous."

"You're such a boy," Carly said, rolling her eyes.