Pose

"See, now what I don't understand is why this train didn't just go around the hill," Gibby said, shaking his head as he flipped through the children's book he was reading. "It would've saved him so much effort!"

"Because it's trying to teach kids to work through barriers in life," Freddie said. "And to never give up."

"But shouldn't we be teaching kids to find the solution that requires them to use the least amount of energy?" Gibby frowned.

"Gib, kids are lazy enough nowadays," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "Don't ruin one of the few stories that actually still motivates them. I mean, we don't want to end up with a generation of Sams, right Sam?"

"And she fell asleep," Freddie smiled, looking down at his girlfriend, who was resting her head on his shoulder, deep in her slumber.

"You know, it is getting sort of late…" Carly yawned. "I'm pretty tired myself…Yup, pretty tired."

"You trying to politely kick Gib and I out?" Freddie asked knowingly.

"Well yeah," Carly admitted.

"Alright, I need to get some sleep anyway," Freddie said. "I need to wake up early so I can ship that DVD of our best iCarly clips to that Teen Web Awards competition."

"Oh yeah," Carly nodded. "You know, I like web competitions that don't require us flying across the world on questionable planes full of possums."

"I wasn't invited to that!" Gibby said indignantly. "I could've checked some species off of my possum explorer's guide list!"

"Um, you-you weren't exactly relevant back then," Carly told him.

"It is pretty easy for us, just having to send in this DVD to compete," Freddie said, getting to his feet and heading over to his tech cart. "Hey…where is the DVD? I thought it was here."

"I thought so too," Carly frowned. "That's where Sam was supposed to put it."

"Sam," Freddie said, shaking her shoulder. "Sam, wake up."

"What?" Sam moaned. "Go away, Fredifer, I'm sleeping!"

"Where's the DVD of our iCarly skits I'm supposed to bring to the post office to send tomorrow morning?" Freddie asked.

"I put it on your stupid tech cart like you said to," Sam mumbled, closing her eyes again.

"Um, no you didn't," Freddie said. "Because if you did, it would be there. Which it's not."

"Yes it is!"

"Sam, I just looked," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.

"Well then your eyes are as defective as your brain," Sam said simply.

"You know, your tech cart is a little cluttered," Carly pointed out. "Maybe if you got rid of some of that stuff-"

"Get rid of-How dare you!" Freddie gasped. "That stuff is valuable!"

"It's junk," Sam said, her eyes still closed. "Maybe that's why you can't find the DVD that I did put over there. If you got rid of some of that junk you'd find it in no time."

"Says the girl who can't find any of her textbooks because her room is filled with food wrappers."

"Watch it…" Sam warned.

"Look, it's late, and if I don't get to bed soon, I'm gonna turn into Crabby Carly," Carly said. "Just come over here tomorrow and clean off your tech cart and I'm sure you'll find the DVD. And if not, Sam will personally remake it."

"What?" Sam exclaimed, her eyes flying open.

"Fine," Freddie said, satisfied. He leaned down to give Sam a quick kiss. She kissed him back, but still glaring at him.

"Let's go, Gib," Freddie said.

"Seriously, I would've been such a better train than this chump," Gibby said, closing his copy of The Little Engine That Could andshaking his head as he followed Freddie out of the studio.

"Can you believe the nerve of that nub?" Sam said as the boys closed the door behind them. "Accusing me of not putting the DVD where it was supposed to go. I should've kicked his dorky butt into Canada!"

"Wow…it's so nice how sweet you are to your boyfriend," Carly said, rolling her eyes.

"He deserves it," Sam said, rifling through her bag to find the sweatpants she had brought over to sleep in. "He should no better than to-uh-oh."

She pulled out the DVD of iCarly clips.

"So you didn't put it on the tech cart," Carly said.

"Well I thought I did!" Sam defended. "And then I-Oh I know, I got distracted by this funny video Wendy sent me of an elephant running after a congressman."

"Well just go run across the hall and give Freddie the DVD," Carly shrugged.

"No!" Sam said firmly. "He doesn't get to be right!"

"But he was right," Carly frowned.

"Well he doesn't get to know that!" Sam snapped. She went over to the cart and placed the DVD underneath several loose cords. "There. Now when he comes over tomorrow he'll think it was there all along, like I said, and he'll have to admit I was right."

"I'm too tired to point out how wrong this is," Carly said, shaking her head. "But just know…it's wrong."

…..

"Alright, I guess I'll humor Sam and look again for this DVD, but I know it's not here," Freddie said the next morning as him and Gibby walked into the studio. "And of course, I'll be the one who winds up redoing the DVD because Sam will bat her eyes and do that one thing with her tongue-"

"Ugh!" Gibby cringed. "I just had my Fiber-O's!"

"I can't believe she called this stuff junk," Freddie said, ignoring Gibby's comment. "Who would call a 64 gigabyte external hard drive junk?"

"Hey man, I just want to go to the Pottery Barrel," Gibby said.

"We will, after I have the DVD to send at the post office," Freddie said, moving a few items around. "You know, this tech cart is like a child to me. And what kind of parent just throws away parts of their child? A sick parent, that's what kind. Seriously, without half this stuff, iCarly just wouldn't-Ah!"

"What?" Gibby gasped, startled. "Is it a spider? Kill it!"

"No," Freddie said, slowly picking up the DVD. "I-I found the DVD."

"Oh," Gibby shrugged. "Well then I guess Sam was right after all."
"Gibby!" Freddie snapped. He stared back down at the DVD. "Oh man…this is bad. This is real bad."

"Why? You have the DVD, now we can go to Pottery Barrel," Gibby pointed out.

"No, don't you realize what this means?" Freddie said. "If Sam finds out she was right all along, I'll never hear the end of it! I'll be hearing about this until I'm ninety!"

"But she was right," Gibby replied.

"Well she's not going to know that!" Freddie said. He took a deep breath and broke the disk in half.

"What did you do that for?" Gibby yelled.

"I'm destroying the evidence," Freddie said. "Trust me, it's for the best."

"But now I'm gonna have to wait for you to make a new DVD before we can go to Potter Barrel!" Gibby moaned. "They're gonna be all out of glow-in-the-dark bath mats by the time we get there!"

"You can go without me," Freddie said. "Just promise me, Gibby, Sam never finds out about this."

….

About an hour later, Freddie was sitting in the Shay's kitchen, working on the DVD when Sam came downstairs.

"Hey," she said pleasantly.

"Morning," Freddie said as she leaned down and kissed him.

"So," Sam said, grabbing a bottle of orange juice. "Did you look through your tech cart again this morning for that DVD?"

"Yup," Freddie said simply. "I did."

"Uh-huh…and did you find it?"

"Nope," Freddie said, causing Sam to almost choke on her orange juice.

"What do you mean?" Sam exclaimed.

"I mean you must've misplaced it, baby, because I took everything off that cart and I still couldn't find it," Freddie replied. "But don't worry, I started redoing the DVD myself."

That's impossible, I just put that DVD there last night! Sam thought to herself.

Letting out a groan of frustration, Sam ran back up to the studio and looked underneath the cords she had placed the DVD under the previous night.

"What the-where is it?" Sam frowned. "It was right there and-oh…"

Slowly, Sam began to connect the dots. Freddie must've done the exact same thing she did in order to keep her from being right.

She had to admit, she was mildly impressed. She couldn't even tell Freddie she knew he moved it because she would have to admit that she put the DVD there after he left last night and wind up proving she had been wrong in the first place

"Okay," Sam said slowly. "If that's how he wants to play...He'll learn the hard way, though, you can't beat Mama."

All she had to do was make a new DVD, pretend it was the original, hide it back on the tech cart, and she'd be ahead again. Freddie wouldn't be able to say that he had taken the original, after all, without admitting defeat.

Sam smirked as she grabbed her laptop to set off to work. Freddie might be smart, but when it came to things like this, she was the genius.

"Sam? What are you doing?" Carly frowned, walking into her room a few hours later, seeing Sam frantically typing away on her laptop.

"Trying to make a new DVD, but it's so dang hard!" Sam exclaimed.

"But I thought you put the original DVD on Freddie's tech cart," Carly said. "You know, in your quest to prove you were right…when you were wrong."

"Well that nub got the same idea and must've got rid of the DVD to show that he was right because he thought he had been wrong!" Sam replied.

"Okay…I thought you two had a confusing relationship before, but this is ridiculous!" Carly said, shaking her head.

"This is gonna be great," Sam said, apparently not hearing her best friend. "I'm gonna put this new DVD back on Freddie's cart and then I'll make sure I'm there when he discovers it! He won't be able to do a dang thing without admitting he was wrong all along! Ha!"

"So you and Freddie have spent pretty much the entire day working on this DVD just to prove one another wrong…" Carly observed. "You realize all of the more productive things you could've been doing with this time? You could've gone shopping or done some homework or did yoga with me!"

"You don't do yoga," Sam scoffed.

"Well I started today, and I'm pretty good at that laying-on-the-floor pose!" Carly snapped.

"Yes! I'm done!" Sam said triumphantly, taking the disk out of her computer. "And now to plant this baby on his cart again."

"You and Freddie make absolutely no sense!" Carly called after Sam as she ran out of the bedroom.

"That's why you love us!" Sam smirked.

"Yeah, yeah," Carly smiled.

….

Sam ran up to the studio, quickly placing the new DVD under the some papers.

She then ran to the top of the stairs. "Frednub! Come up here!"

"No, I'm working on this DVD still because somebody lost the original copy!" he yelled back.

"Come on, my tongue is bored and I wanna make-out," Sam said, knowing that would get him.

Sure enough, Freddie was upstairs three seconds later.

"Oh, I thought you were working?" Sam grinned.

"I needed a break," Freddie said simply, wrapping his arms around her.

"Hold on, in here," Sam said, opening the door to the studio and leading her boyfriend inside, conveniently stopping by the tech cart. She put her arms around her neck, standing on her toes to kiss him deeply.

The two stayed like that for several moments, and just when Sam figured Freddie was distracted enough, she suddenly pulled away.

"You okay?" Freddie asked, his face flushed.

"Yeah," Sam said sweetly. "Hey, what's that thing on your tech cart there?"

"On my tech cart?" Freddie frowned.

"Yeah, underneath those papers," Sam nodded. "It looks like some sort of DVD."

Freddie picked up the papers, revealing the DVD Sam had just placed.

His eyes grew wide.

How did that get there? he thought frantically. I destroyed it! There's no way it could've gotten-Oh! Oh…She made a new copy! That's what she was doing up here all day! I can't believe her! Well, she's not winning that easily…

"Hey, it's the DVD!" Freddie said. "Wow, this saves me time finishing up the new copy downstairs."

"Yeah, I guess it does," Sam said, her eyes sparkling. "So is there anything you would like to say?"

"Yeah, I should go find Carly and thank her for finding this," Freddie said. "She must've found it somewhere earlier today and put it here for me. Wasn't that considerate of her?"
Sam's smile fell. "Or," she said. "It was here all along like I said."

"No, I don't think so," Freddie said brightly. "I mean I did search this entire cart. My twenty-twenty vision is something I pride myself on, so I doubt I missed it."

"Well you did," Sam frowned. "Because that DVD was here the entire time!"

"No it wasn't!" Freddie retorted. "I know for a fact when I came in here and looked this morning, there was no DVD under those cords!"

"You're just being-" Sam started, but then she paused. "Wait…you just found the DVD under those papers…Why would you say anything about those cords?"

"I-I-I didn't," Freddie said lamely. "I just-"

"Boom!" Sam yelled victoriously, jumping up in the air. "Ha! I win! You had to have found that DVD here this morning and then destroyed it to prove you were right! Well not today, nub, because I was right. You're gonna have to wake up earlier than that to try and outsmart Sam Puckett!"

"Fine, fine, you win!" Freddie snapped. "Now can you please just be an adult and not brag about it?"

"Nah, I'm feeling pretty braggy," Sam said happily as she continued to dance around.

"Hold on…" Freddie said slowly. "You must've known all along that the DVD was under those cords since you were so quick to point that out…If you knew they were there, why didn't you just say something last night and proved me wrong on the spot?"

"I-I was tired," Sam said quickly.

"No," Freddie said, a smile creeping onto his face. "You knew exactly where on the cart the DVD was because you must've put it there last night after you realized that you were wrong! Ha! I win! Boom, baby!"

"Okay, okay, whatever!" Sam said, crossing her arms. "Now be an adult like you said and shut your mouth."
"Nah, I'm feeling pretty braggy," Freddie smirked. "I win, I win, I win!"
"The only thing you'd ever win is a game show to find out who was the biggest freak in America!" Sam snapped.

"Aw, baby, are you feeling a little bitter because you lost?"

"Shut up!"

"Sounds like something a loser would say."

"Dude…you're this close to getting a Texas Wedgie."

"Fine, I'll stop," Freddie conceded. "Now that I had my little gloating session, I'm willing to put this behind us and forget all about it. Now would you like to come with me to the post office to send in this DVD once and for all? We can get some churros after…"

Sam rolled her eyes. "Okay…I guess."

"Great," Freddie smiled, reaching into this pocket for his wallet. "I actually have these coupons for some churros. Two for one…Now where did I put my wallet…Wait, Sam! You took my wallet!"

But Sam was already running down the stairs, laughing.