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When Sam got back from her still being played out adventures in petty vandalism, she planned on kicking back with some leftover mammoth and enjoying some of the weirder videos people submitted to the iCarly website.

Seriously, she couldn't believe some of the stuff people wanted to put online. Sure, it didn't beat out running megafauna off a cliff, but then, few things did.

When Carly messaged to v-chat, well, that was just frosting on Sam's cupcake-y day.

"Holy crap!" Carly said when Sam's webcam clicked on. "Sam, that rib is taller than you!"

"I know," Sam said happily. "Isn't it awesome? This is grade a wooly mammoth right here."

Carly pouted. "Just because I believe in Bigfoot doesn't mean I'm going to fall for 'this is a wooly mammoth rib'."

Sam gave a long suffering sigh. "One of these days, I'm gonna prove it to you."

"Sure you will," Carly said. "Anyway, that's not what I messaged you for. You have to check out this v-mail I got. I'm forwarding it to you, now."

Curious, Sam set the enormous rib bone she was gnawing on aside and clicked open the v-mail in question. As she watched, her eyes got wider and wider.

"Ohmigosh," she said.

"I know," said Carly.

"Sweet chiz on a pickle!"

"I know!"

"Hannah Montana?!"

"I know!" Carly beamed. "You totally have to get me her autograph."

"Wait, she's coming here? To Fandom?"

"Her agent said Fandom would work better. Something about less crowds."

"I hope she likes snow," Sam mused. "OH MY GOSH HANNAH MONTANA IS COMING TO DO ICARLY."

After that, things mostly devolved into bouncing around squealing. Over v-chat. With a giant rib bone.

[ooc: door is closed, post is open, and squeals of joy are likely audible up and down the hall. HM's agent gently modded with permission.]

Date: 2011-07-21 01:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
Freddie himself had wandered down to ask Sam about something completely different related to iCarly. So when he knocked on the door, he was sort of weirded out by whatever noises he could make out through her closed door.

Date: 2011-07-21 02:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
"Nice to see you too," Freddie told Sam. He then peered around her to look at Carly on the computer. "Is it... George Clooney?"

Date: 2011-07-21 03:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
"Yeah, he totally won too," Freddie said with a grin. "That man is talented in ways we never knew."

He turned his attention back to Carly. "So who is it?"

Date: 2011-07-21 03:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
Freddie's jaw metaphorically hit the floor. "You're kidding," he said. "That's huge! Like, bigger than David Archuletta huge!"

He was already so torn. It was severely exciting, and big for the show. But it was also very daunting, from a technical standpoint.

Date: 2011-07-21 05:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
"Oh man, there's so much I have to get ready," Freddie said, nearly in a panic. "I mean, she'll be the biggest star on our show ever! And she'll probably need extra microphones, and lights, and... I hope she likes cinnamon raisin toast."

Because nothing impressed the ladies like making them cinnamon raisin toast.

Date: 2011-07-21 05:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
"I hope so," Freddie said. "I mean, if not, we're gonna be scrambling to find a real studio or something. And... hopefully she likes the cold."

Date: 2011-07-21 05:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
Freddie nodded with all seriousness. "We're not joking," he said, momentarily distracted. "Just like I'm not joking when I say today my class was taught by a pony."

Date: 2011-07-21 06:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
"Seriously," Freddie said, simply. "Remember that episode of iCarly that aired with the little green monsters? I didn't fake that. That really happened."

Date: 2011-07-21 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
"...I could always send her the video of you acting like an animal," Freddie said, seemingly having momentarily lost all sense of self preservation.

Date: 2011-07-21 06:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
Freddie was already covering his face with his hands, just in case. "I think I was mistaken!" he said, already worried for his safety.

Date: 2011-07-21 06:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
"You do?" Freddie said, peeking out from behind his hands. "Of what?"

He was mildly worried.

Date: 2011-07-21 06:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
"...Jack as in Carter?" Freddie said.

Poor guy never seemed to catch a break.

Date: 2011-07-21 07:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
"He was a dog at the time!" Freddie said. "He probably didn't know what he was doing."

Date: 2011-07-21 07:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
"I think it's a hard sell," Freddie said. "Lewbert's easy for our viewers to hate. Jack... I think people like him better than that, and might not want him tortured."

Date: 2011-07-21 07:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
Freddie put up his hands, totally unsure what was going on.

"Fiesta muchachos," he added, unhelpfully.

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