Buffalo, NY
"My back's going to freeze off," Freddie said as he eased himself into a stadium chair.
"Relax, you'll be fine," Sam shrugged, plopping into the chair next to him. "Maybe I should've thought this through better," She said to herself.
Sam had purchased tickets to a football game off the internet without checking the weather first, and heavy snow had been forecasted for the day of the game. She had originally planned to take the whole group, but they all declined after seeing that it would be very cold. Sam then resold all her tickets except for two, for her and Freddie. She was actually kind of glad it was just the two of them now.
"How do they even see out there?" Freddie asked. He took a sip of his smoothie, and immediately spit it into the person in front. "Chiz! She gave me a Kiwi Blast and I asked for a Strawberry Splat!"
"Hey! What's your deal!?" The person in front asked angrily, wiping smoothie out of his hair.
"Hey, sorry, it's just that the lady gave me a flavor I really don't like," Freddie explained.
Instead of answering, the man ripped the lid off of his own smoothie cup and threw the contents at Freddie's face.
"Now you'll see how it feels!" He told him. He wasn't expecting a blow to the face from Sam's butter sock, though.
"It'll be harder the next time," Sam said, swinging her butter sock back and forth.
By this time, the man's friends had noticed, and all began throwing their smoothies at Sam and Freddie. Eventually, they stole other people's smoothies.
Sam hit every person she could with her butter sock, but it was beginning to be too much. A crowd was starting to form in the bleachers.
"Let's go, Fredwad," She shouted over the commotion, throwing him into a fireman's carry and pushing her way to the aisle. They were sitting in the lower level just behind one of the endzones. Sam easily made her way onto the field, despite security calling for her to stop.
"Sam, what the heck are you doing!?" Freddie yelled, still upside down.
"Making sure we don't get killed or arrested," Sam said, running right through the play as the snap was occurring.
The visiting team's quarterback threw the ball in the direction of Sam and Freddie, and it just happened to land right in Freddie's hands.
"Out of my way!" Sam yelled as she barged into the visiting team's sideline.
"Can I get off now!?" Freddie questioned as Sam tried to find her way to the parking lots.
"Not until we're back in the RV," Sam said. The rest of the iCarly gang agreed to catch some sleep after getting into Buffalo late the night before.
Sam received a text from Carly.
Carly: Theyre saying theres chaos in the stadium? Was it because of u guys? Do we need to pull up by an exit?
Sam: Some dude went all crazy when Freddweeb accidentally spit smoothie in his hair. Ya, pull up near the east exit.
Carly: Aw Sam, u guys were finally gonna get some more alone time!
Sam: Eh, its all good. We'll have more when we get to nubby boston. Man, that dude was a stubrag.
Carly: I guess. We'll be waiting at the east exit. Where 2?
"Uh, Sam? There's an angry mob of people with smoothies running towards us!" Freddie informed.
Sam looked back, and sure enough, there was a large group of very annoyed looking people with smoothies of different flavors sprinting towards them, and gaining. She increased her speed, with the east exit in sight.
The man who Freddie had originally spit his smoothie into nearly grabbed them as Sam practially pushed through the exit door, and flung open the RV's door.
"GO!" She yelled as she pulled it closed.
"They must be pretty mad," Gibby commented.
"No chiz, hopefully they don't all get in their cars and chase us," Sam said.
"They probably all parked in different lots," Freddie said, regaining his bearings from being upside down for several minutes.
"Did they continue the game?" Spencer asked as he smashed through the barrier at the lot exit.
"They're saying about a quarter of the crowd is gone, but they're continuing it. I think we ruined whatever running thing the visiting team was doing when we ran up half the field."
"Their opening drive," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "This was supposed to teach you a little about football."
"Isn't there a team for all of New England or something?" Freddie asked.
"Yes," Sam said. "We'll try going to one of those, since we've probably been kicked out of that stadium."
"I hate to interrupt your football lesson, but where the heck are we going?" Spencer asked.
"Let's drive to Syracuse. That'll probably take as much time as the game would've taken, maybe less," Sam said. "We'll make the last run to nubby boston tomorrow."