- A little mayo,
some mus-tard,
some turkey breast-is...
Slice of tomato,
little iceberg off the port bow.
Back off, jerk!
Carly! Where's the flyswatter?
- CARLY: I threw it away. - Why?
- CARLY: Because it's not nice to kill things.
- Oh yeah, I guess you're right.
I'm gonna kill you so hard.
- CARLY: What are you doing? - Nothing!
Just reading the Bible.
This Pharaoh guy is really giving Moses a hard time!
Oh, you want to rest there for a minute, Mr. Fly?
Okay, that's cool.
It's a comfy countertop, isn't it?
Don't mind me.
I'm not going to kill you with an umbrella or anything.
It's just that today's weather forecast calls for death!
Aw, dang it!
You made me break the countertop!
- What happened? - What was that noise?
- I don't know. I was reading this Bible.
- This is a Mexican cookbook.
- We can still learn from it.
- How did the counter get broken?
- Some lady came and--
- You were trying to kill the fly!
- Flies like to die.
- Ahh. - Ahh.
- Hello! Can I come in?
Okay, thanks. - Freddie!
- Hey, what's up?
- Guess what's in this box.
- Donuts? - No.
- Muffins? - No.
- Corndogs? - No.
- Chocolate? - No. No, it's not food.
- Then who cares?
- What's in the box? - Oh, just some photos.
- Of donuts? - No!
Me.
[laughter]
What?
- It's just a funny pose. - It's a natural pose.
- Of course it is. I do this all the time,
don't you, Carls? - Totally.
I find it both natural and not stupid-looking.
- Say girls, how do your chins feel?
- Mine's warm.
- Mine's firm. - Oh!
- All right, enough!
- Why do you have a billion pictures of yourself?
- Just a thousand.
And they're for me to autograph at Webicon.
- Your mom's gonna let you come with me and Sam?
- My mom doesn't control me anymore.
- Did she say you have to sit
by the emergency exit on the train?
- Yes.
- And text message her five times a day?
- No. - Six?
- Maybe.
- You know, I read that this year's Webicon
is gonna be twice as big as last year's.
- Another reason I don't want to go.
- Oh, come on.
- Everyone who's anyone in the web's gonna be there.
- Yeah, but most of them are nerds and losers and stub rags.
It's like a Benson family reunion.
- You know, I'd be more offended
if I knew what a stub rag was.
- Oh! She stuck her tongue in my ear!
- Yeah, lucky you.
- Oh, man, I thought I killed you!
- Spencer! - He's a fly!
Why shouldn't I try to-- mm.
- Uh, it's on your --
- I know. Shhh!
Got him!
- You didn't get him. - Oh, no?
Well, then look at the-- oh!
Stub rag!
- In five, four, three, two...
[upbeat music]
- ♪ I know you see ♪
♪ Somehow the world will change for me ♪
[together] ♪ And be so wonderful ♪
- ♪ Live life, breathe air ♪
♪ I know somehow we're going to get there ♪
[together] ♪ And feel so wonderful ♪
♪ It's all for real ♪
- ♪ I'm telling you just how I feel ♪
♪ So wake up the members of my nation ♪
[together] ♪ It's your time to be ♪
- ♪ There's no chance unless you take one ♪
♪ Every time you see the brighter side ♪
♪ Of every situation ♪
♪ Some things are meant to be ♪
♪ So give me your best and leave the rest to me ♪
♪ Leave it all to me ♪
-♪ Leave it all to me ♪
♪ Just leave it all to me ♪
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- Whatcha doin'?
- Checking the "iCarly" e-mail.
- Anything good? - Yeah. Here's a fun one.
"Hey, guys, I love watching 'iCarly,' but my mom says
Sam's a bad role model."
- Smart mom. - I know, right?
- Hey, toss me my red thumb drive.
Thanks. - What are you doing?
- Pre-packing for Webicon. - Ugh.
- Don't you guys love how travel-size bottles
make you feel like a giant?
Grrr, shampoo! Rrrr, mouthwash!
Errrr, ahh, ahh!
- Yeah, add that to the list. - Of what?
- Reasons why you don't have a lot of friends.
- Ooh, here's an email from a fan.
- Play it. - How do I put it up
on the monitor? - Command-J.
- Hello, "iCarly."
I mean, I doubt you're really watching this,
because you guys probably get a gajillion emails a day.
But if you are seeing this,
"iCarly" is my life.
- I see a girlfriend for Freddie!
- My name is Nora Dirschlet.
- Dirschlet?
That's not funny.
- Okay. This Friday is my 16th birthday,
and I heard that "iCarly"
is gonna be at Webicon this weekend,
which is only 15 minutes from my house.
So I was wondering if you guys
would come to my sweet sixteen birthday party.
- Will you delete this? - Don't be mean. Watch.
- Last year when I turned 15,
I had a party, but nobody showed up.
Anyways, I was thinking if the iCarly gang
comes to my party, maybe other kids would come,
since you guys are all cool and popular.
- This is so sad. - Should we go?
- Yeah! - What?
I don't want to go to Nora Dirschlet's
lame birthday party!
- That girl has a sad life! - So does Freddie.
We can't fix the world!
- Shh.
- It could be a really fun party.
There's gonna be games...
- Gross! - And karaoke...
- Lame!
- And a clown... - Oy!
- And a big chocolate fountain.
- I say we go.
- Aren't there professionals that fix countertops?
- Excuse me, I am a sculptor.
I think I can fix a little broken countertop.
Ow! Owie!
- Just call a dude. - I am a dude.
- A real dude. - Dude!
[knock at door]
- Hey, Sam's mom here yet? - No, they're late
'cause she was bleaching her moustache.
Sam's gonna text me when they drive up.
Are you sure you don't want to come to Webicon with us?
- You know, I so would, but I so don't want to.
- Hey look, I typed up a complete itinerary
for our whole trip.
- You're so your mother. - Don't be vicious!
Okay, the train gets into Olympia at 7:07.
We take a cab to Nora's house, arriving there by 7:26,
party until 7:45, and cab it back to the hotel,
getting there by 8:05. Then we check into--
- When do we go to the bathroom?
- That is up to your bladder.
- Do girls have bladders?
- No. We store pee in our feet.
- Don't joke about urine!
- Sorry.
[phone chimes] Sam's here.
- To Webicon!
- Whoo!
[knock on door]
- Just a moment!
Gibster! What up, little weirdo?
- Not much. Carly here? - No.
She just left with Freddie and Sam for Webicon.
You can catch them if you hurry down--
- No. I don't need to catch them.
I just wanted to return this sleeping bag.
I don't need it anymore.
You should probably wash that.
- Don't you need that for camp? - No.
I just found out I'm too old for camp.
- Too old? - Yeah, once you turn 15,
they won't let you go anymore.
- Aww. Well, I know how you feel.
I remember when they said
I wasn't allowed to go to camp anymore.
- Because you were too old? - No...
So if you can't go to camp, what are you gonna do?
- I don't know.
Sit home. Take a bath.
Watch reruns of "Diff'rent Strokes."
- Hey, how would you like
to go to camp right here in this apartment?
- What you talkin' about, Spencer?
- I'm going to call your mom and tell her you can come
to Camp Spencer right here for the next few days.
What do you say to that?
- I say, dynomite!
- You watch a lot of classic TV.
- What do you mean?
[train horn blowing]
- Ah.
- Oh.
- Check it.
[doorbell rings]
- Yeah, looks like a rockin' sweet 16 party.
- Can you improve your attitude?
- Maybe, with some kind of medication my mom can't afford.
- No way!
"iCarly?"
- Happy Birthday! - Feliz Navidad!
- I can't believe you guys really came! I'm Nora.
- Hey, I'm Carly, and this is--
- Yeah, I know who you guys are.
Enter, enter! - Thanks.
- You can put your bags there. - Here? Okay.
- All right. Hi. - My suitcase is weird.
It doesn't work very well.
- So where's everybody else?
- I don't know. I told everyone at my school
local youth group that I invited the "iCarly" kids,
but I guess they didn't think you'd really come.
- Oh, well, maybe some of them will show up soon.
- I don't know.
- Anyway...
so I see the clown's here.
- Yay, a clown.
- Yeah, he's 87 years old,
and his name is Cramps.
- Hey, Cramps, what's up? - What's up, Cramps.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Oh, and here, I'll put on some music.
Ooh. Here's a tasty tape.
- Tape?
[mellow music]
♪ ♪
- Oh, no.
I...no.
- Dance me.
♪ ♪
[knock on door]
- Come in!
- Hello, fellow camper!
- Hey, Gib. Where's your mom? - She dropped me off.
- She didn't want to come up and see me?
- Nope.
- Okay. Whoa! Nice lanyard. - Thanks.
I made it at camp last year.
- Shut up! - True chiz.
- Awesome!
- So, what's our first camp activity?
- I was gonna plan some stuff, but then I got stuck working
on this countertop all day, and it's still not fixed.
- No problem. Let's fix the countertop together,
then start camp.
- Who's awesome?
- Gibby! - Yeah!
- Possible dead clown at 4286 Longleaf Drive.
- Is Cramps gonna be okay?
- Maybe.
Probably not.
- Aww. - Wow.
- Well, happy birthday!
- Thank you.
- Gee, Nora, I'm really sorry your clown had an aneurysm.
- I'm sorry he had an aneurysm while I was dancing with him.
- [crying]
- This is the saddest thing I've ever seen.
- Poor Nora. What a horrible birthday.
- Can we go?
Well, this one said we were only gonna be here 20 minutes,
and it's been an hour! I want to go to our hotel,
order room service, and get ready for Webicon tomorrow.
- It's her birthday, and she's sobbing into her fireplace.
- Her clown had an aneurysm.
- We can't just leave her here all alone.
- I wonder where her parents are.
- Yo, Nora, where's your mom and dad?
- They took a vacation to Stanker, Wyoming.
- Wait, you're their only kid, and it's your 16th birthday?
- And they picked this week to take a trip to Stanker?
- Well, they got a good deal on the plane fare.
Usually round trip tickets to Stanker
are 300 bucks,
but they got a super saver deal
for only 290.
They had to snatch that opportunity.
- If you just heard a loud crack,
that was my heart breaking.
- Nora, we're really sorry
that this birthday isn't going so great.
- It's okay, I've had worse birthdays.
- Dude, your parents abandoned you,
nobody showed up to your party,
and then your clown burped and had an aneurysm.
No offense, but how could you have had a worse birthday?
- [crying]
- All right, I know what we can do.
- Go to our hotel and pretend this never happened?
- No! Nora, you said you told
every kid you know we were coming here,
but they didn't believe we'd show up, right?
- Uh-huh. - Okay.
So let's do a little "iCarly."
- Sure.
- How are people gonna know we're on?
- We tweet. - No way!
You guys are going to do "iCarly" live from my house?
- No. - Yes. And then people will see
we really are here, and maybe they'll come.
- Oh, they will. I just know they will!
This is so exciting.
I swear! I could just...
[gags]
oh, that's bile!
I think I'm gonna boot!
[gagging]
- Spence? I don't mean to be rude,
but I've been sitting here for two hours
doing nothing!
- I know! I'm sorry.
- You said this would be like camp!
How long is it gonna take you to fix that countertop?
- It's done. - It is?
- I just applied the lacquer, now I test it
by setting this bottle right here
on the previously broken corner.
- Nice work! - Thanks!
- Time for camp? - Yep.
I was thinking we could start with--oh!
- Maybe you should have waited longer for it to dry.
- Really?
- In five, four, three, two...
both: Supreez de supreez!
Woohoo!
- Ooh la la! - Oui oui!
Okay, we know this isn't our regular night.
- We're irregular. - But don't freak out.
both: This is still "iCarly"!
- Whoo! Yeah!
- Now, if you live in Olympia...
- And go to school at... - Ponderosa High School.
- Ponderosa High School...
- Then you may know this chick!
- Hello, peers!
I told you guys "iCarly" might come!
- That's Nora. - And it's her 16th birthday!
[cheers and applause] - Whoo! 16!
Now, if Nora invited you to this wingding...
- And you want to meet Sam, Freddie, and me...
- Then get your butts over here to Nora's house!
- You can meet my chicken, Maurice!
- So come on down to Nora's house, people.
- Better hurry. - You already missed a clown!
- [whimpers]
- You've really got to take the whole countertop off?
- Yeah! I told you. I need to set it on its side
so I can epoxy the corner back on
and secure it with clamps until the epoxy dries.
- And then we get to do camp stuff?
- I promise!
Now, come on and help me lift the counter off.
On "lift."
One, two, three, lift!
- We did it! - Gibby!
- Hi! Welcome. Enter, enter.
Shh, "iCarly" is happening.
- And now, the cowboy and the idiot farm girl
who thought the cowboy's chicken was a sports car...
- Hey, Cletus, you want a sip of this here root beer?
- Hey!
- Well, hello there, young farm girl!
- You're a cowboy!
- Why yes'm, I surely am that.
- How much did your sports car cost?
- Pardon me?
- The sports car. Was he expensive?
- Oh, now, missy, surely you must have taken
a handful of idjit pills!
Well, this here ain't nary a sports car. Him's a chicken.
[knock at door] - Does he have leather seats?
- No, ma'am, he's a-made of feathers!
- Does he come with GPS navigation?
- What the-- now listen here, she-dummy!
This here's the Old West.
Ain't no GPS navigation done been invented yet!
- That's my chicken, yeah!
- [sniffs] Mmmm!
I love that new car smell!
- I would thank you kindly not to sniff my chicken!
- Come on, Gib, just a few more feet!
- Man, it's so heavy! - That's because it's made
of granite, solid rock, heavy stuff.
- Why couldn't we just fix to the old countertop?
- Gibby! Anyway, granite countertops
are better; they're real classy.
- We never installed granite countertops in my camp.
- I told you, as soon as we get this fixed, it's camp time.
- Yeah, you're telling me a lot of things!
- Okay, now let's gently set this countertop
on top of the cabinet. Watch your fingers.
Lift it. Lift it. A little more my way. Careful.
- Okay, back it up. Back it up. - Right in there, slide it.
Oh!
Perfect!
- That's a nice piece.
- Thanks. Now all I gotta do is take this drill and...
- [crying]
- Don't cry. Don't cry, come on!
- I just want to go to camp, man!
- Are you guys having fun? - Yeah.
- Totally! - I swear, Nora,
this may be the best party of the year.
- Really? - Yeah. Thanks for inviting us.
- No, thank YOU for coming!
Excuse me.
You guys, oh, my gosh, this is the best night of my life!
- That's really nice. - I'm so excited,
I could just... [gagging]
- Calm down. It's okay, no need to vomit!
- I'm okay. I started to vomit,
but then I swallowed it.
- Hey, Nora, you've gotta come see this!
- Oh, my gosh, no one's ever asked me
to come see anything before.
- Well? - Go see it.
- I will! I'm gonna go see it!
- Come on, one, two, three, four, lift!
All right, to the left. No, no, no, my left.
- What? - The other way!
- You said left! - Ooh!
- We hit the column! - I can fix that.
- But it cracked the ceiling! - I know.
With a little spackle...
- Yeah, this is just like camp! - Gibby!
- See you at school. - Great party.
- Oh, it is so cool
that you got "iCarly" to come to your party.
- Aren't they wonderful? - Hey, um, next weekend,
a bunch of us girls are going to get mani-pedis.
You want to come?
- Oh, yes. I'd love to get both a mani and a pedi with girls.
- Bye. - Bye, see ya.
- You rock, Nora!
- No, we all rock. Together.
- Yeah. Okay.
- Yeah, bye. - Nice meeting you.
- Later. - Goodbye.
- Thank you, thank you. Bye. - Thanks for coming.
Drive safe!
- See you guys. Bye-bye! Thanks for coming!
- Ahh!
Best night ever!
Thank you!
- You're welcome. - We're leaving now.
- Oh, must you go?
- Yeah, we really need to get to our hotel.
- Uh, where is our luggage? - Oh, I put all your bags
down in the basement so no one would grope them.
Follow me.
- All right.
- Who gropes luggage? - Shh.
- Step, step, step, step, step, step,
step, step, step, step, step.
- Whoa!
This is a Yatsubishi 256-track audio mixing board!
- Cool! Why don't you use it to beam yourself to Jupiter?
- Is that necessary? - I could have said Uranus!
- Why do you have this?
- Oh, my dad's in the jingle business.
Like, you know that backache commercial where they sing...
♪ I don't need nothing ♪
both: ♪ But a backache ♪
- I love that jingle.
- Your dad wrote that? - Yep.
Recorded it right in there. Go take a look!
- I want to see it. - Okay, cool.
- I love that.
Look at the chain, how it goes down.
- [muffled & inaudible] Why'd you close the door? - Oh.
I'm sorry, Carly, I couldn't hear you.
Again, please?
- I said, why did you close the door?
- Oh, because I can't let you leave.
- Locked!
- What do you mean, you can't let us leave?
- I mean that tonight was the first time in my life
I was ever popular.
You're angels that were sent to me to change my life!
I can't let my angels fly away!
- Nora, we have to go! - No. I can't let that happen.
- Okay, I'm calling Spencer.
- Looking for these?
Ahh.
- Ahh!
[muffled] Ahh!
- Sam, stop! - No!
- You've been doing that for hours.
- It's not gonna break.
- I've got to get out of here, man.
I feel like I'm back in juvie!
- Good morning, angels!
I trust you all slept well. - No!
- We did not sleep well! - Why not?
- Because I had a nightmare that a psycho monster
locked me in a cage and wouldn't let me leave!
- Well, that monster won't bother you anymore.
You're safely trapped in my sound booth.
- How could she not get my metaphor?
- You'd better let us out of here,
or I'll smash my way out!
- Oh, silly Sam, you can't smash it.
That's Maxiglass.
- Maxiglass? - It's a transparent polycarbon
and thermoplastic that's highly resistant to--
whoa!
- You were boring me!
- Will you just please let us out of here?
- Oh, no.
- Why not?
- Because with you as my friends,
I'm finally popular!
I can't go back to being the lonely nub
with only a chicken to talk to.
- You know, Nora, if we don't show up
at Webicon this morning,
people are going to know something's wrong.
- Yeah. And they're gonna come looking for us.
- No, I contacted Webicon this morning,
said I was Carly, and cancelled your appearance!
- What! - Nora!
- Yeah.
- When our families don't hear from us,
they're gonna call the cops! - Yeah, the cops!
- Which is why I used your cell phones
to text message your families
and tell them everything's going just fine.
- You did not! - Did too!
Here, I'll read you their responses.
- Spencer texted back, "Coolio. Have fun."
Freddie, your mother texted back,
"Remember to apply your ointment."
And Sam's mother texted,
"I finally popped that thing on my back."
- Wow, she's been squeezing that thing since Christmas!
- Augh!
Oh!
Gibby, hey, Gibby, wake up!
Rise and shine, little camper!
- Morning. - Okay!
So you want to hear the schedule
for Camp Spencer today?
- Sure. Read it. - Okay.
We're going to play some kickball, make some lanyards,
do some archery, rewire a light fixture, cook some wieners--
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Hmm?
- You said "rewire a light fixture."
- Oh, yeah. See, I need to--
- You promised we were done with the home improvements!
- We just have to fix the stuff we already started.
See, when we knocked the granite countertop
into this column, we shorted out the switch
to the light over the island. See?
- But I want to do camp stuff.
- We slept in a tent last night!
- That's not a tent.
That's a bunch of garbage and duct tape.
- You slept like a bunny!
- Because I was exhausted from helping you
with all your fix-it projects.
- Look, we can stand around here arguing about
who used who as a day laborer,
or we can fix this stuff
and then start doing camp activities.
- Okay. As long as you promise that we'll...
I'll be in the garbage tent!
- So which photo of myself do you guys think
I should use on my SplashFace page,
side smile or ponytail?
- I don't know, Nora. - The one on the left's cute,
but the one on the right really captures your inner insanity!
- Do you really think this one makes me look cute?
- Dude, if I don't get some food in the next hour,
I'm gonna eat Freddie!
- Get her some food, Nora!
- Okay, I'll get you guys some food...
if I could get a little something from Freddie.
- What? - A kiss!
- Uh-uh. No chance! - Yes!
- When she opens the door, we can beat her down
and get out of here!
- Um...that room is filled with microphones,
and I don't want to be beaten down,
so I'll just kiss Freddie through the glass.
- Not happening!
- Then no food for the iCarlies!
- Just put your lips on the glass!
- Are you serious? - I'm hungry.
- Me too, but I'm not just gonna put my lips on--
- Come on! - Oh, no.
Oh, come on! - Shh, pucker up.
- Oh! - Come and get it, Nora!
- Oh, I will! I will get it!
- No, no, no, no, no, no!
No!
- Come on, slide 'em around!
- That is so romantic!
- No! Augh!
[doorbell]
- Gibby! - I'm getting it.
Mom, what are you guys doing here?
- Your little brother misses you!
- Oh, you do?
- How's Camp Spencer?
- I don't know, better than sitting at home, I guess.
- Well, can Guppy stay with you guys, just for tonight?
- Mom!
- He really wants to play with you.
- Okay. - Yay!
You be sweet and do everything your brother says, okay?
Yes, you can take off your shirt.
- Whip it off, kid!
- Bye, boys.
- You don't want to say hey to Spencer?
- No.
- Okay, Gup.
Go wait over there. I've got to hit the loo.
- Gibby, I found a measuring tape.
Who was at the door?
And what did they do to you?
- Pretty decent Chinese food, right?
- Yeah. - All right.
- I didn't order anything
with chicken out of respect for Maurice.
[chicken clucking]
It's pork!
This is so grand.
Just four pals and a chicken, hangin',
chewin', relatin'.
- Yeah, like that.
- You've been gnawing on that duck bone for 10 minutes!
- You're a duck bone!
- We've got to get out of here! - Yeah.
- But how?
- Hey, Nora!
- Yeah, what's up, Carls?
- Can I please have some hot mustard for my eggroll?
- Well, sure!
That's the kind of thing friends do for each other,
so I'd be happy to!
- Thanks.
- Let us out! [shouting]
- Release me!
Ahh! - Oh! Oh!
- Ahh!
- You'll be sorry! - No, no, no, no.
- I gave you the hot mustard!
- Nice try.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Say, guys, I have some cool stuff I want to show you all.
Wait here, okay? Not that you have any choice.
Ha, ha! Giggle.
- What are you doing? - Picking this lock!
- With a duck bone? - Yeah, I was chewing on it
to make the end sharp.
Although I did enjoy the marrow.
- I don't think you can pick a lock with a duck bone.
- I've picked locks with less.
- We're out! - Run!
- Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
- Ahh!
[all screaming]
- Well, that was a fine howdy-do!
I come down here all excited to show you guys
my Richard Nixon mask and my medieval hatchet!
And I catch you trying to run away?
Oh, I can't stay mad at you guys!
Sing with me!
♪ 100 cartons of milk on the wall ♪
♪ 100 hundred cartons of milk ♪
♪ You take one down, open the spout ♪
♪ Drinkety drink till the milk runs out ♪
Sing it! Here, I'll turn up my volume!
♪ 99 cartons of milk on the wall ♪
♪ 99 cartons of milk ♪
♪ Take one down open the spout ♪
♪ Drinkety drink till the milk runs out ♪
[upbeat music]
[chicken clucking]
[rooster crows]
- Ahh!
[chicken clucking]
- Why did Nora leave the stupid microphone on?
- Hey, friends, who missed me?
- You left the mic on with the volume up!
- Your chicken blew our eardrums out!
- Sorry. I was upstairs microwaving this food pocket.
You know, my dad wrote their jingle.
[exclaiming, screaming]
Whoa! Ow.
I just burned the snot out of my mouth!
I forgot you're supposed to let a food pocket
sit for two minutes before you eat it. Whoa!
- Uh, Nora, you know
our friend, Gibby? - Sure.
I've seen you guys humiliate him on "iCarly" many a time.
- Right. Well, see, tomorrow's his birthday,
and we promised we'd send him a special birthday video
from Webicon.
- We did? - [whispers] Yes, we did.
So would it be okay if we made a video and sent it to him?
- All right, you can make a video, but no tricks!
I'll be watching your every move.
- No tricks.
Where's your camera? - Upstairs.
- Freddie left his camera upstairs.
Could you get it for us? - Okay. Back in a blitz.
Oh! Still hot.
Man, Jim Gaffigan was right, my palate is blistering!
Oh!
- Gibby's birthday was five months ago.
- I know. I have a plan.
[rooster crows]
- That's it, Maurice! When I get outta here,
it's you, me, and a bottle of barbecue sauce!
[chicken clucking]
- [groans]
Hey, Spencer! Spence?
Where did he go?
Ooh, a note!
"Gibby and Guppy..."
Shirt down.
"Went to buy supplies to fix kitchen.
"If you want breakfast, there's food pockets in the freezer.
"After you microwave them,
"be sure to wait two minutes before eating.
I cannot stress that enough."
Okay, Gup.
You get the food pockets out of the freezer,
I'm going to check my email.
Hey! A happy birthday message from Carly, Sam, and Freddie.
Nice!
Wait, it's not my birthday.
[together] Happy birthday, Gibby!
- Sorry we can't be with you on your special day.
- But at least you got to spend
the Fourth of July with us.
- Yeah, we're always together every Fourth of July.
- Every Fourth! - Word!
- Every Fourth!
- Word! - And now here's
our birthday message to you...
- Which starts now!
- Hi, Gibby!
- Have the greatest birthday.
- Go crazy. - Kiss your pretty girl.
- Sorry we're still trapped at Webicon.
- Forgive us. - Have fun!
- And please make sure you save some cake for us!
[together] Happy birthday!
- Happy birthday!
- You know it's not my birthday.
There's something suspicious going on.
- Every Fourth! - Word!
- Every Fourth!
- Word!
- Every Fourth...word.
- Every Fourth... word.
- Okay Sam, your turn. Give me a noun.
- Blood. - Okay.
Now, Freddie, you supply an adjective.
- Psychotic.
- Ooh, good one!
And, Carly, a verb.
- Choke.
- Well, you've already used choke three times, but okay.
Oh! Mad Libs are endless fun!
- Oh, man.
Gup, check out what it says if I play every fourth word.
- The... - Crazy...
- Girl.. - Trapped...
- Us... - Please...save...us.
- The crazy girl trapped us, please save us!
We've got to catch a train to Olympia!
- Happy birthday! - Come on!
[train horn blowing]
- Okay, just stay back and let me do the talking.
[doorbell rings]
- Happy birthday!
- Dude, you know it's not my birthday.
They just sent me that message to let me know--
- May I help you?
- Um, yeah.
My name is Gibby. - Oh, yes.
I recognize you from your appearances on "iCarly."
- Thanks. The show's a lot of fun.
Anyway, I was wondering,
do you have Carly, Sam, and Freddie trapped here?
- No. Good day!
- Wait, are you sure they're not here?
- Yes. There's no one in my basement.
- I didn't say anything about your basement!
- No one sees the wizard!
- Okay.
No problem!
I'll just go away!
- Oh!
Get out of my house!
- Where are my friends? - Ahh!
- Augh! - Ahh!
- Happy birthday!
- Why is Nora screaming? - Shh.
- Where are my friends? - Ahh!
- Is that Gibby?
- Gibby? Gibby!
[together] Gibby!
- Augh!
- Ahh!
- Ahhhh!
- Go, Gibby! Yeah!
- Ahh!
[together] Gibby, Gibby!
- Ahh!
Ahh! Ahh!
- Ahh!
- Yeah! Yeah!
- Ahh!
- It is Gibby. - Get her, Gib.
- Kick her butt, Gibby! Come on!
- Ugh!
- Ahh!
- Oh!
- Ahh! - Ahh!
- Yeah! - Gibby!
- Gibby, come on. Gibby!
- Pushy freak!
- Help me, Maurice!
- Come on!
- Ahh!
- Ahhhh!
- Oh!
- [grunts]
- Ahh! - Oh!
- Gibby, come on, please, get up!
Get up, Gibby! Get up! Get up! Get up!
Come on, Gibby! Come on!
[all shouting]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Take her down! - You can take her!
- Come on, you can do it! - Yeah! Yeah!
- Ahh!
- Yeah!
- Ahh! - Ahh!
- Gibby! Come on, get up. You can do it.
- Come on, Gibby!
- It's Guppy!
- Why is Gibby's little brother here?
- I don't know! Guppy, don't touch anything.
Guppy, come here! - Bring those here.
- Guppy, come here! Bring those over here.
Guppy, come here!
Yeah, take the shiny thing and put it in the--
put it in the little hole right there.
- Hurry. - Come on.
Great job, buddy.
- Gibby! - Gibby, get off!
It's fine. It's fine. - How did you get out?
- Come here. Stop, stop! - Let me go!
This is not how friends behave!
Ahh! - Shh.
- Ohh... - Shh.
- Getting sleepy feeling.
[chicken clucking]
- [laughs]
Good to see you, Gib!
- Yeah.
- Happy birthday!
- Thanks, buddy.
[together] Oh, Gibby!
- Now this feels like camp. - Uh-huh!
- See?
- Hey, you really did a nice job fixing the countertop.
- Easy, sarcastic.
I've already booked a dude to come fix everything.
- Good. - So this Nora girl,
what did she look like?
- Here.
- Why is she sleeping on the floor?
- She's unconscious.
- You did the Vulcan squeezie thing? - Uh-huh.
- What's that on her stomach?
- A chicken.
- Maybe we shouldn't have called the cops on Nora.
- She kidnapped us.
- Yeah, but she just wanted friends.
And she bought us Chinese food.
- She'll have plenty of friends in prison.
- Well yeah, but those aren't quality friends.
- Good idea. You guys want to sing a camp song?
- Sure! - Yeah, why not? - No.
- Ooh, I got one.
♪ 100 cartons of milk on the wall ♪
♪ 100 cartons of milk ♪
- ♪ Take one down, open the spout ♪
all: ♪ Drinkety drink till the milk runs out ♪
♪ 99 nine cartons of milk on the wall ♪
♪ 99 cartons of milk ♪
[chicken clucking]
- Sam!
- Just let me eat the chicken! - No! You need to go to iCarly.com.
- After I eat the chicken? - No, you should be on iCarly.com right now!
- Why, is there an awesome new video on iCarly.com?
- Yeah! - Is there a new blog on iCarly.com?
- Yeah, and pics, and other cool stuff. - All at iCarly.com? - All at iCarly.com.
- Come on, let's eat the chicken. - No. - Bummer!
[timer dings] - Mmm.
♪