Fladoodles!: Hmmm..... I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.

Sam Puckett, a.k.a Princess Puckett or the blond demon, sat on Carly's couch and watched Girly Cow.

*GRRRR*

Sam's eyes opened wide as she rubbed her flat tummy.

"Momma needs some food!" she said quietly. Then she yelled, "CARLOTTA, WHAT'CHA GOT TO EAT?"

Carly came from Spencer's room, where she was trying to get Spencer's head out of the toilet (don't ask).

"We have some Fladoodle's that Mandy keeps sending us."

Sam scrunched up her face, "Is that the only thing you got?"

Carly rolled her eyes, "Yes, last time you were here you ate EVERYTHING! Plus I haven't been able to go to the store yet!"

"Fine," Sam sighed and got up. Carly immediately ran back as Spencer began gurgling.

Sam checked the cupboards and found the big bag of Fladoodle's marked 'Barbeque'. Sam shrugged, closest thing she was gonna get to an actual barbecue. The door opened and closed; Sam knew who it was.

"Ugh, go AWAY Fredward!"

"I don't think I will Princess Puckett, it's a free country and Carly's my friend too." Freddie said.

"Sure .... friend." she said as she plopped back on the couch and started eating the fladoodles.

"Hey! Can I have some?" Freddie asked.

"Won't your momma be upset? These chips aren't the healthiest things on Earth."

"Since when do I listen to my mom about food? I ate Galini's didn't I?"

"Because we took you there," Sam reminded him. "And because you didn't ask your mom."

Freddie glared at her and said nothing. Instead, he lunged for the bag of the slightly-tasty potato chip.

But before he could snatch any out of the bag, Sam's hand landed on his.

"Give me some Sam!"

Sam's mouth curled into a devilish smirk; she started pushing his hand inwards making him cry out in pain.

"What's the matter Fred Fries? Can't handle a little pain?"

Freddie attempted to put on a brave face, "Do your worst."

Sam kept on hurting Freddie, but he barely winced. Which only enraged Sam even more.

"Not bad, Benson......maybe I've gotta get a technique." Sam said to him wistfully.

"Yeah, I guess." he answered.

Sam sighed disappointingly and let go of him. She threw the bag of Fladoodles at him and turned on the TV.

"Does this mean I win?" Freddoe asked, his eyes opened in bewilderment.

"No," Sam said as she looked at him with a sly smile, "This just means I've got to find another way to cause you pain."

Freddie gulped. And Sam let out an evil laugh.

"I will get you back, Fredweirdo. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow....but I'm gonna get you."

And leaving behind a very nervous Freddie, Sam got up and left.

Carly came running out at the sound of the door slamming.

"Hey Freddie, when did you get here? And why do you look so pale?"

And with that, Freddie ran to the kitchen.....and proceded to throw up.