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"Why are we doing this again?" Sam demanded as Spencer set up the pieces of an old board game he had brought up from his storage unit.
"Because," Carly said. "We found all this cool stuff in the storage unit that has just been sitting there, unused, for way too long. I mean what use is it having all these games if we never play them?"
"You know, I love board games," Gibby said. "When I was little, my therapist used to-"
"Alright, I've got the hot chocolate," Freddie said, coming from the kitchen with a large tray of mugs.
"Cool…not like I was telling a story," Gibby frowned.
"Sweet! I love hot chocolate and board games," Spencer beamed, reaching for one of the mugs.
"Oh wait," Freddie said. "Not that one, Spence, it's Sam's. It has peanut butter and chocolate chips mixed in it for Sam."
"Mama's favorite," Sam grinned as Freddie handed her the mug Spencer had been about to grab. "Thanks, nub."
"No problem, I remembered how particular you are about your chocolatey beverages," Freddie chuckled. "Alright, so are we ready to play?"
"How does this game work?" Gibby asked.
"It's trivia," Spencer explained. "So when it's your turn, another player asks you a question from a card that matches which color space you land on."
"Trivia?" Sam frowned. "This is just a game with homework!"
"No, the questions for this game are about weird, random facts," Carly said. "Not boring school stuff."
"Good, so Fredwad's dorkiness won't give him an edge," Sam smirked.
"Ha, ha," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.
"So are we gonna start?" Gibby asked. "I have to be home by ten; my cat gets antsy when she's alone for too long."
"Alright, I'll start," Spencer said, reaching for the dice.
"Hey, why do you get to go first?" Sam asked.
"Because you're all sitting around my living room eating my popcorn and drinking my hot chocolate," Spencer replied.
"Fair enough…" Freddie said.
"Well hurry up and go," Carly told her brother. "I can't wait to hear what some of these questions are."
"Okay, okay," Spencer said, rolling the dice. "Six! Let's see…that puts me on the blue spot."
"Alright," Carly said, picking up a blue card. "Here's your question: When is National Horse Day?"
"National-What?" Spencer frowned. "There's no National Horse Day!"
"There has to be, or there wouldn't be a question for it," Freddie said. "Hey Sam, you used to ride horses when you were a kid. Is there a National Horse Day?"
"I dunno," Sam shrugged.
"Wait, you rode horses?" Carly frowned.
"Oh yeah, for a year when I was around four," Sam nodded. "My uncle owned this little dude ranch and he gave me lessons. But then he got arrested for this thing with some dairy farmer and had to sell the place."
"I never knew that," Carly said. "That's pretty cool."
"Wait, Spencer still has to answer the question," Gibby said.
"Oh, right," Carly said, turning back to her brother. "So National Horse Day is when?"
"Never!" Spencer said firmly. "It's a trick question; there is no National Horse Day."
"Well, you're wrong," Carly said. "National Horse Day is on December 10th. Let's see, since you didn't answer correctly you now have to move all the way back to start."
"What?" Spencer exclaimed. "That's not fair! How the heck was I supposed to know there was a National Horse Day? I hate this dumb game!"
"Hey, it was your idea to play," Freddie pointed out, taking the dice. "Alright, my turn."
He rolled a five and moved his game piece to a purple space.
"Okay, Fredbutt," Sam said, picking up a purple card. "Oh, you'll get this one. What is the maximum number of times a normal sheet of paper can be folded?"
"Alright, now these questions are just getting ridiculous," Spencer said. "I mean who in their right mind would know how many times-"
"Seven," Freddie answered promptly.
"Huh?" Spencer said, flabbergasted.
"Correct!" Sam grinned.
"Okay, why did you know that?" Carly asked.
"Because he knows how to do origami," Sam replied.
"No way, really?" Gibby gasped.
"Yeah," Freddie nodded.
"And you never told me?" Gibby exclaimed, offended. "Dude! Do you know how many swans we could've made?"
"I never knew you knew how to do origami," Carly said. "Hey, maybe we can do an origami bit on iCarly."
"Yeah," Sam said. "That actually wouldn't be too lame! Oh, but don't make those weird flower kinds. Make the ones that look like goldfish; those are the best."
"I thought you liked the ones that looked like pigs," Freddie said.
"Oh yeah," Sam grinned. "Hey, remember that time when you were making an origami pig and you-"
"Ha! I do remember that!" Freddie laughed. "And you wound up-"
"Oh yeah!"
"Man…" Freddie said, shaking his head. "And you know, I still wince whenever I see shopping cart?"
"I bet," Sam chuckled.
Carly, Spencer and Gibby all exchanged confused looks.
"Um…anyway," Carly said. "Gibby, it's your turn now."
"Oh, sweet," Gibby said, rolling the dice and moving his game piece two spaces, landing on a green square.
"Now lets see what this ridiculous question is," Spencer said, picking up a green card. "Alright, Gib, in what state is it illegal to carry ice cream in your back pocket? What the-There are states that try to put even more restrictions on your ice cream?"
"Well it's a good thing Washington doesn't have a rule like that," Freddie said. "Because Sam would've been in Juvie even more often."
Sam rolled her eyes. "Hey, at least I didn't leave chewed up bubble gum in my pocket."
"You're the one who put that there!" Freddie said. "Remember? After we were trying to see if you could break the record for blowing the world's largest bubble. Oh, speaking of which we still need to send the pics in to the world record book people."
"Oh right, we can do that later," Sam nodded.
"You know what?" Spencer said, throwing the card with the question he had just read over his shoulder. "I quit this game! It's nothing but depressing and useless trivia that's making my head hurt. And I'm losing! Now I know why this game wound up in the storage unit where it belonged."
"Hey, I knew the answer to that one!" Gibby said. "It was Puerto Rico, right?"
"Wait, so we're done with this game?" Sam asked. "Finally! I mean…darn. Oh well. Hey, Freddifer? Let's go send the world record stuff now while we're thinking about it."
"Sure," Freddie nodded as him and Sam got to their feet. "Oh, and we can take another crack at trying to break that record for most pieces of toast eaten in a minute."
"Well, at least now I can get back to my cat," Gibby said as Sam and Freddie headed out of the apartment. "Hey, if you're not gonna play this game again, you mind if I take it? I love useless trivia."
"Take it!" Spencer said. "And never bring it back into his home again!"
"Okay, I think you're being a bit dramatic," Carly said, shaking her head.
"Thanks," Gibby said, picking up the game box. He picked up one of the trivia cards. "Hey! Did you know that-"
"No more!" Spencer yelled. "Out!"
"And now I remember why we never play board games," Carly chuckled as Gibby left. "You're a sore loser."
"A sore-I am not a sore loser!" Spencer exclaimed. "I just prefer to win and get quite irritable when I don't!"
"Well, either way, I'm gonna put the rest of these board games back away," Carly said.
"Good," Spencer said, heading into the kitchen. "Hey, I was wondering though, when did Sam and Freddie ever get back together?"
"Huh?" Carly frowned. "What are you talking about? They're not back together."
"You mean they're not a couple?" Spencer asked, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and taking a bit.
"Nope," Carly replied.
"But they seemed so…connected today," Spencer said. "They were laughing and finishing each others' thoughts and now they're breaking records…I really thought I saw something between them. Huh…guess I was just imagining things."
Carly laughed. "No, Spence, you weren't imagining anything. Anybody with eyes could see it; Sam and Freddie are still totally into each other."
"Well I don't get it then," Spencer said. "If they're both obviously into each other…why don't they just get back together?"
"Because," Carly sighed. "That would be the logical thing to do. And Sam and Freddie don't do logical. They're gonna go crazy keeping their feelings for each other all bottled up inside of them until one of them winds up in a mental hospital again."
"But that's insane!" Spencer said.
"Yes it is," Carly nodded. "Welcome to my life."
