"Hi," Carly greeted Spencer as she, Sam, Freddie and Tommy all entered the Shay apartment.

"Hey, you guys, how was school?" Spencer asked as he carried a heavy box over to the table.

"I got an A on my geometry test," Carly bragged.

"I took down the whole wrestling team while we did a wrestling lesson in gym class," Tommy said proudly.

"I had fish sticks for lunch," Sam added.

"Sam broke into my locker while Tommy and I were in gym class and cut the sleeves off my shirt and the legs off my pants," Freddie complained as he gestured to his bare arms and legs.

"Why do fish sticks always make you rambunctious?" Carly asked.

"I think it's the tartar sauce," Sam answered.

"Your head's full of tartar sauce," Freddie spat.

"Hey, watch it, before I - -"

"Okay," Tommy said as he stood between his two friends to keep them from fighting like cats and dogs. "Remember we're all friends here."

"This thing is not my friend," Freddie said, pointing at Sam.

"She is too," Carly said.

"Wrong." Freddie then turned to the blonde. "And you're coming to my house right now and explain to my mom."

"Will that make you happy?" Sam asked in a teasing baby voice.

"Kind of."

"Fine." The two frenemies then marched their way across the hall.

"Can't believe you just break into my locker and violate my clothing," Freddie muttered as they exited the Shay apartment and made their way to the Benson home. "My mom works really hard that I have nice things to wear and she's not going to be happy to find out - -" He was cut off by Sam pushing him in his apartment once he got the door open, "Sam, don't!" Just then, a loud crash was heard and Sam smiled to herself as she heard Mrs. Benson's worried voice.

"Freddie!"

"His mom was totally cool about it," Sam fibbed. Bracing himself, Spencer pulled a gigantic orange block out of the box.

"Whoa, is that cheese?" Sam asked.

"Thirty pounds," Spencer confirmed. "It's for my camping trip."

"Cool," Carly said. "Who's all goin'?"

"Ah, me, Socko, these two girls we met at the junkyard and Socko's grandmother."

"Why are you taking Grandma Socko?" Tommy asked as he took a sip from a bottled apple juice he took from the fridge.

"Yeah," Carly agreed with a light laugh.

"In case there's bears," Spencer answered. "And while I'm gone Mrs. Benson's gonna look in on you."

"No!" Carly complained. "Last time you had Mrs. Benson do that, she made me watch a puppet show about personal hygiene."

"Sounds so boring it's torturous," Tommy said darkly.

"And now you don't have lice," Spencer said to his sister.

"I never had lice," Carly said. She then checked her scalp to make sure. Spencer paid no attention to this as he scanned his notepad, which had a camping list with all the things he needed.

"Have you seen my sleeping bag anywhere?"

"Yeah, it's in our storage unit down in the basement."

"Awesome. And my flare gun?"

"Please don't take your flare gun."

"I gotta in case there's an emergency."

"Spencer with a flare gun?" Tommy asked in a whisper as he and Sam sat down. "That's an emergency." Sam then laughed quietly as the two siblings continued to bicker.

"But - -" Carly pleaded.

"Oh, I think it's in my closet," Spencer said as he ran to his room with Carly following.

"You don't need your flare gun."

"Yes, I do!"

"You know you're just gonna - -" She was cut off by Spencer screaming as he ran into his room, Carly stopping as the doorbell rang.

"If that's Freddie's mom, tell her I moved to Guadalajara," Sam said.

"But you're sitting right here," Tommy said. Carly then opened the door, finding a red-headed girl standing there. She wore a yellow jacket with short, ruffled sleeves over a violet shirt.

"Hi," Carly greeted.

"Hey, Shay," the girl responded with a smile.

"Missy?" The two girls then screamed as they embraced in a hug. Confused, Tommy and Sam made their way over to their friend and this stranger named Missy.

"I can't believe you're here," Carly said.

"I can't believe I'm here," Missy echoed.

"You look so great!"

"So do you!"

"Your hair got so long."

"That's what happens when you don't cut it."

"Oh, my gosh, I know!" The two then screamed as they hugged again.

"So you guys know each other?" Sam asked rather awkwardly.

"Yeah," Tommy said. "Introduce us to your new friend."

"Sam, Tommy, this is Missy," Carly introduced. "We were, like, best friends when our dads were stationed at the same naval base in Seal Beach."

"Cool," Tommy hummed. "How long ago?"

"Wow, like, seven years?" Missy said as she checked out the hot hunk of a boy that stood in front of her. Carly shook her head at the miscount.

"Eight," Carly corrected. "So what are you doing here?"

"My dad got transferred again," Missy answered, taking her eyes off of Tommy to look at Carly.

"To Seattle?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna be going to Ridgeway with you." The duo screamed one more time as they embraced again, causing Tommy to clutch his ears in pain.

"You guys aren't going to do that every day, right?" Sam asked as Tommy let go of his ears.

"Found it," Spencer's voice said from his room.

"Who's that?" Missy asked.

"Spencer," Carly answered.

"Oh, yeah, your brother. Didn't he go to law school?"

"Well, he went for like three days but now he - -" She was cut off by a red flare soaring over the four teens' heads and crashing through a window, setting the hallway on fire.

"Found his flare gun," Carly finished.

—

iCarly.com

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"All right, listen up," Mr. Howard said over a bullhorn the next day at school as he held up a picture of a cruise ship with spaces underneath for students to sign their names. "I am going to post this sign-up board for the School at Sea drawing. If you are interested, then sign your name and one of you little demons will get to spend the next six months pretending to study on a cruise around the world." Freddie smiled as he listened with Sam, who didn't look too interested, and Tommy, who just yawned. Mr. Howard then set the board up on the wall near some lockers.

"There," the evil teacher said without his bullhorn, "now I want you all to form a neat, single-file line - -" However, the students stopped listening as they charged toward the board with pens in hand. "Hey, I mean it!" Mr. Howard then got out with a traumatized look on his face. "Animals!"

"Man," Freddie said as the teacher ran away from the mob of children in fear, "I wanna win that School at Sea cruise so bad."

"Bad enough to penetrate that freakish mob?" Sam asked. Bravely, Freddie pulled out a pen, took off his backpack and handed it to Tommy.

"Go for it, bro," Tommy said as he patted Freddie on the back.

"I'm going in," Freddie said. With a yell, he charged at the mob, only to get pushed away. Getting down on his hands and knees, Freddie crawled past the children to get to that board so he could sign his name. At that moment, Carly and Missy walked down the stairs.

"And this is kind of the main hallway," Carly said, finishing up the tour. Carly then noticed a boy eating his lunch alone. "Oh, and that's Kevin."

"Kevin?" Missy asked.

"Yeah. When he asks you if you want to see his onion ring, just say no."

"Why?"

"Just say no." The girls then walked up to Sam and Tommy.

"Hi," Carly greeted.

"Hey, Sam, Tommy."

"Hey, 'sup?" Sam asked as she closed her locker door.

"I've just been showing Missy around," the brunette answered before pointing at the locker between Carly's and Sam's. "There it is."

"Oh, awesome," Missy said as she dialed in the combo and opened the door.

"Whoa, how'd you get the locker between ours?" Sam asked.

"She had to give Ms. Murdock a tip," Carly answered.

"If Ms. Murdock wanted a tip," Tommy said, "she should've taken my advice to lay off the eyeshadow and lipstick."

"Oh, hey," Missy said to Carly, acting like the brunette's other friends didn't exist, "I forgot to tell you. My dad is taking me on a navy helicopter ride over Seattle. You wanna come?"

"Sure, when?" Carly asked.

"Tomorrow after school."

"Aw, I can't. Sam invited me to go with her to the meat festival and Tommy was gonna come to make sure she stayed out of trouble."

"That's okay," Sam said.

"No, why don't you guys come with us on the helicopter ride?" Missy asked.

"Really?" Tommy asked, rather fearfully.

"Yes. Why?" Tommy then mumbled something.

"What?" Carly asked. The blonde boy then echoed his mumble.

"What are you saying, bro?" Sam asked.

"I can't stand heights," Tommy said finally.

"Wait," Carly said, trying to hold back laughter, "you mean to tell me that the fearless Tommy Oliver, who brought the whole wrestling team to their knees just yesterday, is afraid of heights?"

"You girls go on without me," Tommy said as he waved them off. "And yes. Heights can bring down the mighty Tommy Oliver just like Lewbert's wart scares you."

"So it'll be just us girls," Missy said to the girls. "I'll text you guys the deets."

"Awesome," Carly said.

"Cool," Sam added. Just then, Freddie crawled out from the mob in pain.

"I got my name on the list," he said as Tommy handed him his backpack. "Animals!"

"Aw, man, here she comes," Sam said, pointing at Ms. Murdock with her tons of blue eye shadow and lipstick.

"Lookin' good, Ms. Murdock," Carly fibbed as the teacher walked away. The four teens then shuddered in disgust.

—

The next day, down in the apartment building's basement, Spencer ran down to get his stuff from the storage unit as he spoke to his friend on the phone.

"Hey, Socko," he said. "Yeah, I'm all packed up except for my sleeping bag. Yeah, I got the cheese, 30 lbs. I know." He then opened the unit and entered. "Yeah, I just gotta load up my motorcycle and I'll meet you guys at the campsite around 5:30. Uh-huh. Later, Socks." He then hung up as he looked around. "Alright sleeping bag, where you hidin' there, buddy? Ah, there you are." He then pulled the item off the rack, only for the whole thing to fall on top of him.

"Aah," Spencer groaned in pain. "Okay, that wasn't good." Meanwhile, Carly and Missy all laughed as they entered the apartment via the elevator.

"And I always thought I'd be scared of helicopters but that was, like, the most fun ride ever," Carly said with a smile.

"Wasn't it?" Missy asked.

"Yeah. And I can't believe you got your dad to let us land and get pizza."

"I know, right. How freaked out were those guys in the parking lot?"

"So. Wahoo Punch?"

"Yeah, punch me." Just then, Sam entered the apartment in anger, dragging a multi-colored donkey pinata behind her.

"Hey, there you are," Carly said.

"Yeah, here I am," Sam said.

"Where were you?"

"Yeah, why didn't you show up?" Missy asked.

"Oh, I showed up at a pinata factory."

"Pinata?" Missy asked as she poured herself a glass of the red liquid.

"You blew us off for Mexican candy?" the brunette asked with a hand on her hip.

"Oh, no, the factory just makes the pinatas," Sam said, "no candy, just these colorful shells full of empty promises. And I didn't blow you guys off. Missy texted me the wrong address and then you guys didn't answer your phones when I called."

"Well, Missy said we had to turn 'em off 'cause they interfere with the helicopter's radio."

"Anyway," the redhead said as she checked her phone, "I'm sure I texted you the right address."

"Yeah?" Sam asked. "No, you didn't."

"Here," Missy said, closing her own phone, "toss me your phone." Growling, Sam tossed Missy her phone, only for the device to bounce off of Missy's hand and fall into the pitcher of Wahoo Punch, much to everyone's surprise. "Ohhh."

"Oh, man," Sam groaned as she pulled her device from the liquid. "She wahoo-ed my phone."

"I don't know what to say," Missy said.

"You didn't mean to," Carly said to her old friend.

"Oh, I got it," the redhead said. She then reached into her bag and pulled something out. "Here. I want you to have these." She handed the box to Sam, who took them.

"What are they?" the blonde asked.

"Persian chocolates from my aunt Gloria. They're really hard to get and they're supposed to be amazing."

"I'll be the judge of that," Sam said as she opened the box and took a chocolate. Back downstairs, Spencer struggled to free himself, which proved fruitless.

"Aah, now I'm stuck," he groaned in agony. "Aah. Okay, no worries. I'll just call for help." Spencer then tried reaching for his phone, only for it to be way out of reach as it let out a ringtone. "Ah-ha." Spencer reached, only to find it was far out of reach. "No, come on. And why did I pick that for my ringtone?" Back upstairs, Sam had just finished a few chocolates.

"Well?" Carly asked.

"I don't know, it's - - Oh, man, this is good stuff," Sam answered.

"So you forgive me?" Missy asked.

"Yeah, I forgive you. Oh, this is so good."

"Oh, hey, did you ask Spencer if you can sleep over at my house tonight?" Missy asked.

"Ah, no, I forgot," Carly answered. "He's already left for his camping trip. Here, lemme give him a call." Carly then dialed her brother's number and looked down at the chocolates. "Can I try one?"

"No," Sam said as she pulled the box away. Back downstairs, Spencer continued to struggle as his phone rang when a little boy came down the stairs. He bounced a ball on a tennis racket and paid no attention to Spencer.

"Oh, hey, kid," Spencer said, grabbing the boy's attention. "Oh, man, thank goodness you're here. I got stuck under this thing. Ah, wait, I think I'm almost out." Unknown to Spencer, the kid stole his phone and closed the door, locking it. "Come help me. There. Ahhh, I am free. Whoo." Spencer then stood up, finding himself trapped. "Dude, what up?"

"You don't recognize me, do ya?" the boy asked.

"Uh-no. Why should I - -" Spencer stopped as he looked in the boy's eyes, finding the face of his greatest enemy. "Oh, my gosh. You're the kid from the lobby when I was filling in for Lewbert."

"Yeah," the kid answered. "You told my dad on me and got me grounded."

"Right. Look, I'm really sorry, but - -"

"Aw, it's too late for sorry. Now you're grounded, monkey." He then hit his ball with his racket at the cage, forcing Spencer to cry out in shock and pain as he stepped back, prisoner to the evil child named...

Chuck.

—

That night as the gang got ready to do iCarly, Sam walked into the studio, coughing like a mad thing as she held a garbage can close to her, grabbing the attention of Freddie and Tommy, who were inside already, getting ready for iCarly.

"Whoa," Freddie said to his frenemy. "You look horrible."

"I'm sick," Sam coughed. "I feel like butt."

"You alright?" Tommy asked.

"No," Sam coughed. "You remember when Freddie dared me to lick the swing set?"

"No," Freddie corrected, "I said: 'Sam, don't lick the swing set' and then you said: 'Don't tell me what to do, Benson', and then you licked the swing set."

"Whatever. I'm even sicker now than I was then."

"What'd you eat?" Tommy asked as he did his best to help his friend.

"Missy gave me rancid chocolate," Sam answered.

"Why would she do that?" Freddie asked.

"'Cause she's trying to get rid of me."

"Oh, come on. Why on Earth - -" Freddie was cut off by Sam's coughing.

"Look at the facts," Sam growled as she grabbed Freddie by the shirt, saying everything Missy did between coughs. "She sent me to a pinata factory, she wahoo-ed my phone and she gave me rancid Persian chocolate. She's out to get me."

"Hey, guys," Carly said as she and Missy entered the studio. "Who's ready for a little iCar- -" She was cut off when she saw how sick Sam was, who was coughing into the can. "Ew, Sam. You look horrible."

"I've heard."

"Did you lick another swing set?"

"No," Tommy answered. "She said Missy gave her rancid Persian chocolate."

"No, I didn't," Missy said. "I swear."

"Don't play innocent with me," Sam threatened the redhead before coughing again.

"Alright," Carly said. "There's no way you can do iCarly tonight."

"I can do the show," Sam said. "I'll be fin- -" she was cut off by a strange feeling in her stomach, "aw, man." Running backstage, Sam's retching could be heard. "That's not pretty." The blonde then reemerged, trying to lick the nasty taste out of her mouth. "Does anyone have a mint?" Just then, a beep was heard from Tommy's computer.

"Guys," he said, "we have 30 seconds until the show's about to start."

"Come on," Sam groaned. "In five, four - -" She was cut off by another coughing fit as she fell to the floor.

"All right, that's it," Carly said as she knelt next to her friend. "We're canceling the show."

"No," Sam said as Tommy and Freddie walked over to help her stand.

"You want me to help you do the show?" Missy asked Carly.

"Would you?" Carly asked.

"Sure."

"I can do it," Sam said.

"You're too sick," Carly scolded. "Now go downstairs and lie down on the couch." Looking down, Sam continued to lightly cough as she made her way downstairs. "I'll be down as soon as the show's over to take care of you." Looking heartbroken, Sam closed the door.

"You know what to do?" Carly asked Missy once Sam left.

"Sure," Missy answered, "I've seen iCarly a bunch of times."

"You ready?" Freddie asked as he and Tommy took their positions. "In five, four, three, two - -"

"You're live," Tommy said.

"I'm Carly."

"I'm Missy."

"And this is iCarly," the two girls said simultaneously.

"Sam isn't feeling well tonight," Carly explained.

"But no worries," Missy said, "the show must go on." Smiling, Carly pressed a button on Sam's remote.

"Random Dancing," the echoey voice said as the music played and the disco lights flashed through the room, the two girls dancing. Unknown to anyone, Sam was still watching through the door's glass in a mix of heartbreak and jealousy. Finally, unable to watch anymore, Sam turned around and left.

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After the show, Carly walked up to Sam, who was laying on the couch, with a bowl in her hand.

"Here you go," Carly said with a smile. "Chicken soup."
"Aw, just like my mom never made," Sam said as she took the warm broth.

"You feelin' better?"

"Well, I haven't violently puked in an hour. That's probably a good sign."

"Eat your soup."

"Okay." Sam was about to eat a spoonful before an idea entered her mind, causing her to set it back down in the broth. "Missy didn't touch this, did she?"

"Missy isn't out to get you," Carly said.

"Yeah, she is." Sam then set the bowl down on the coffee table.

"No, she likes you. She invited you on a helicopter ride. She offered to buy you a new phone. She gave you fancy Persian chocolate."

"Yeah, check out the expiration date on the chocolate." The blonde then picked up the box and handed it to the brunette, who took it and read the date printed on the box as she lay a towel on her forehead.

"I can't read this," Carly said. "It's written in... foreign."

"Well," Sam said, "I looked it up. It says 1992. That chocolate's older than 'The Fresh Prince of Bel Air'." Carly sighed as she set the expired chocolates down.

"Look, I've known Missy for a long time and she'd never try to hurt anyone."

"She's trying to replace me as your best friend," Sam said as she removed the towel.

"Ah, you're just being paranoid again," Carly said.

"When have I been paranoid?"

"Uh, when you first met Lewbert, you thought he was an undercover cop."

"No one has a wart that big. I thought it was a pus-y surveillance camera."

"And last year, you were sure Gibby was a mermaid."

"He hates wearing shirts. Coincidence?"

"Can I ask you something?" Carly asked.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Are you jealous of Missy?"

"Not even a little."

"Then will you just give her a chance?"

"I gave her a chance and she gave me a Persian chocolate stomach bomb!" Carly sighed at Sam's stubbornness.

"That's it," the brunette said. "Get up."

"Why?" Sam asked as Carly stood her up.

"You and I are gonna go talk to Missy and straighten things out."

"Fine." Sam was about to follow, but picked up the turned chocolates and opened the box. She was about to eat one when Carly smacked it out of her hand.

"What are you doing?" Carly asked.

"Havin' a piece of Persian chocolate," Sam answered.

"You said it was a stomach bomb."

"But it's so good." Sam was about to eat another piece when Carly smacked it out of her hand, stole the box, set it down on the coffee table, grabbed Sam's hand and dragged her over to meet Missy somewhere. Meanwhile, downstairs, Chuck sat in a lounge chair as he played a game on a gaming console, Spencer still stuck in the storage cage.

"Hey!" the adult said, grabbing the kid's attention. "Come on, kid. I've suffered enough. Let me out of here."

"Uh, I'm trying to focus on this game," Chuck said, sounding like a spoiled little brat.

"All right," Spencer said, putting his foot down. "If you don't let me out of here in the next 30 seconds, I'm gonna tell the cops that you kept me prisoner in here and then you're gonna be in more trouble than you - -" He was cut off by Chuck setting down his game and picking up a water gun, spraying him with a strange liquid. "Wait. Is this water?"

"You wish it was water," Chuck said.

"Dude, I gotta get out of here! So just tell me what you want, okay? You want money, power, an ostrich?"

"I want you to suffer the way I suffered."

"What?"

"You got me grounded for two days. So that's how long I'm gonna keep you in there." Chuck then returned to his game when Spencer got an idea.

"Okay," the adult said. "I really shouldn't tell you this, but come here, come here." Setting his console back in the chair, Chuck stood up and walked over to the closed up fence-like cage.

"What?" Chuck asked.

"You gotta promise not to tell anyone. You see - - gimme the keys." He then grabbed a struggling Chuck by the shirt.

"No, get off!"

"Give me that. Give me that. Ahh, you little monster!" Spencer then screamed as Chuck got free and grabbed his water gun. "No, don't." Chuck opened fire. "Stop! Don't! Quit it! Help! I'm being sprayed!" Spencer then opened an umbrella to block Chuck's attacks. "It's not water! Please help me!"

—

"You see?" Carly asked as she, Sam and Missy all sat at a table at the Groovy Smoothie. "It was all a misunderstanding."

"Absolutely," Missy said to Sam, "I would never get between you and Carly. And if you don't believe me, I swear I'll walk right out of here right now and never bother either one of you guys ever again."

"Okay, bye," Sam said, hoping Missy would leave.

"Sam," Carly scolded.

"Okay," the blonde said to the redhead, "maybe I was being a little paranoid."

"I would never do anything mean to you on purpose," Missy promised. "I am just so sorry about everything." Sam then looked down without saying a word.

"Sam," Carly said, "isn't there something you wanna say?" Taking a deep breath, Sam spoke.

"I still think Gibby is a mermaid."

"Anything else?"

"I'm sorry that I thought you were tryin' to get rid of me," Sam said to Missy.

"It's okay," Missy said with a smile.

"The important thing is that we're all friends, right?" Carly asked.

"Uh-huh," the redhead answered.

"Yep," the blonde said.

"Cool," Carly said with a smile. "I say we celebrate with the sipping of smoothies. Be right back." Carly then stood up to grab the drinks, leaving Missy and Sam alone.

"So, has Carly changed much since you guys hung out together in Seal Beach?" Sam asked, trying to strike up a conversation.

"Oh, shut up," Missy said, revealing her true colors. Not taking the hint, Sam turned around to try and find someone, but found no one.

"Uh, who were you just talking to?" the blonde asked.

"You. Carly was my best friend first and I'm taking her back."

"I knew it. Carly's too nice and good to see the evil in people but luckily, I'm not so nice and good and I hope you know your blood type 'cause I think you're gonna need some when I'm done with you."

"I know you can beat me up, Sam. But you won't."

"What makes you think - -"

"If you do anything bad to me, Carly's gonna think you started it. I mean, look at what's happened this week. You were right about everything you accused me of, and Carly still didn't believe you. And anyway, you really think Carly's gonna like you after you beat up her best friend?"

"I'm her best friend," Sam said.

"Yeah, try were," Missy said.

"Yay, smoothies for three," Carly said as she brought the drinks with a smile, unaware of Missy's evil plot. "One for Missy and one for Sam." As soon as Sam picked up her drink, she glared at Missy and squeezed it, causing the cup to break and the colored liquid to spill out.

"Whoa," Carly said as she stood up and pointed at the mess, "defective cup."

—

After the "truce-making" session at the Groovy Smoothie, Sam ran over to Tommy and Freddie's places and told them what happened.

"I don't believe you," Freddie said.

"Okay, one more time," Sam said. "'Carly was my best friend first and I'm taking her back'."

"There's no way Missy said that."

"She did."

"Tommy," Freddie said to his best friend, "do you believe her?"

"Well - -" Tommy began.

"Of course he does," Sam interrupted. "He trusts me, but you never will."

"Actually, I think - -"

"But I'm his best friend," Freddie said. "He'll side with me!"

"I'm going home," Tommy said as he walked back into his apartment.

"You know, maybe Carly's right," Freddie said to Sam as Tommy left. "Maybe you're just jealous of Missy."

"Okay, just forget it," Sam said, giving up on trying to get someone to believe her. "Don't believe me." The blonde then turned and walked away as Freddie sighed.

"Tell me one reason why Tommy and I should believe you." Turning back to face her frenemy, Sam gave her answer.

"'Cause I came here. Have I ever come to you and Tommy for help before, for anything?" Sam then turned around and left Freddie to his thoughts, and little did she know that Tommy heard as well from behind his partially opened door. Sighing, Tommy walked out and found Freddie trying to open the door.

"Aww, butter!" Freddie said. He then sat down and leaned against the door, looking up at his friend.

"Maybe Sam is right," Tommy said.

"What?" Freddie asked.

"You heard me. I think Sam is right about Missy. If she wasn't, she wouldn't have come to us for help. She would've tried to take care of it on her own." Freddie then sighed. He knew Tommy was right.

"Also, need some help getting in?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah," Freddie said in defeat.

"Stand behind me." Standing up, Freddie stood away from his door as Tommy walked up to it, exhaled, and with a yell, kicked it open. "You're welcome."

—

The next day at school, Missy walked up to Sam, who stood in front of her locker and put books from her previous class inside the metal containment center. The two females said no words, but kept eye contact the whole time.

"What's up?" Missy asked finally.

"Ah, just puttin' stuff in my locker," Sam answered, "talkin' to some grungy mutt." Sam then closed the door as the two rivals continued to glare at each other.

"Oh, get over it, Sam."

"Hey, hey, you," Mr. Howard said as he walked up to the two girls, pointing at Missy. "Are you Missy Robinson?"

"Yeah, why?" Sighing, Mr. Howard removed a letter from an envelope with a cruise ship on the front.

"'Ahoy'," he read. "'The School at Sea program congratulates you on being the lucky winner of a fantastic ocean voyage'." Missy started to smile as Howard continued. "'Starting this Saturday, you'll spend the next six months traveling the world by sea as you study'. Blah, blah, blah. I couldn't care less about the words I'm saying. Blah, blah, blah. And now I'm supposed to do this." The teacher then pulled out a party popper and pulled the string, letting loose confetti and smoke. "Yaaay."

"Oh, my gosh," Missy said excitedly. "I won the School at Sea thing?"

"Yes, I just told you that." Howard then handed Missy the letter, rolled his eyes, and walked away. "Jeez."

"So, you're just leaving?" Sam asked. "I thought you were so psyched about being Carly's new best friend."

"I'm not as psyched as I am to go on a six-month cruise. How lucky am I?"

"Yeah," Sam agreed, "I guess sometimes good things do happen to hideous people."

"Aw, don't be sad, Sam," Missy said, unaware that Carly walked up behind her and heard what she had to say. "Now you can be Carly's best friend 'cause I don't need to get rid of you anymore."

"What?" Carly asked, causing the redhead to turn and face her.

"Carly."

"Ooops," Sam mocked.

"Ah, look," Missy said. "I won the School at Sea thing."

"You were trying to get rid of Sam," Carly said, not dropping the subject.

"But... we were best friends first and you can't have two best friends."

"Okay, you're a - -"

"Wack-job," Sam reminded Carly.

"Wack-job!"

"Carly!" Missy pleaded.

"And I don't have two best friends." Carly then walked over to Sam and draped an arm around her shoulders. "I have one. One awesome, cool, meat-lovin' best friend."

"Mama does love the meat," Sam said with a triumphant smile.

"Whatever," Missy said. "You two enjoy each other. I am goin' on a cruise." Missy then let out a few excited squeals as she made her way to the exit. As soon as Missy was gone, Sam then turned to face Carly.

"I should have believed you," the brunette said, feeling regret for not believing the blonde the first time.

"Yeah, no chiz," Sam said.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Kinda." Carly then raised her eyebrows at Sam, forcing the blonde to tell the truth. "No."

"Good. So, after school, how about I take you to the mall and buy you a new cell phone?"

"Ah, you don't need to." Sam then reached into her pocket and pulled out a device. "I stole Missy's." Carly then chuckled as she and her best friend - - her only best friend - - walked off to their next class.

"You're the best," Carly said.

"Yeah, don't you forget it," Sam said.

"Forget what?"

"Watch it, Shay." The two friends just laughed as they continued to class, glad that rotten redhead was out of their lives.

—

Back with Spencer, the artist groaned in annoyance as Chuck continued to watch him like a hawk when a voice that struck fear in the boy's heart came out of nowhere.

"Hello? Chuck?" It was his father. "You down here?" Chuck then hid his stuff as his dad came down. "There you are."

"Hi, Daddy," Chuck greeted, trying to sound innocent.

"Ah," Spencer said as he stood up. "Ah, thank goodness you're here." Despite Chuck's faces, Spencer told the man the truth. "Your son, he trapped me and kept me locked in here for the past two days."

"Did not," Chuck lied.

"You did too. And he squirted me with fluids."

"Is that true?" Chuck's father asked his mistake - - I mean, son.

"No," Chuck lied.

"Chuck?"

"Yeah."

"Yeaaah," Spencer teased.

"Okay," Chuck's dad said, "that's it. You're grounded."

"Dad," Chuck argued.

"No arguments. You come with me right now."

"Yeah!" Spencer cheered as he laughed at the fall of his enemy. "Who's grounded now, Chuckie? Whoops, you are! It's not so funny when..." He trailed off, finding himself still trapped. "Wait, wait! No! I'm still locked in here! Come back! Hello?! What was in that squirt gun?!"

—

The next Monday, Carly, Tommy and Freddie all sat on a bench, the two boys helping their female friend study for a test.

"Austria," she said as she pointed at the country in a book.

"That's not Austria," Tommy said. "That's Australia."

"Oh, same thing." Just then, Wendy, a nice girl from class, walked up to the three and kept her eye on Freddie.

"Okay, Benson, you are too nice," she said.

"Huh?" Freddie asked.

"Why?" Carly asked. "What'd he do?"

"Yeah, what'd my best bud do?" Tommy asked. "Did he help Duke on his test again?"

"No," Wendy answered. "You know that School at Sea contest last week?"

"Yeah," Carly and Tommy answered.

"Wendy," Freddie said as he, Tommy and Carly all stood up.

"What about it?" Tommy asked.

"Uh, bye, Wendy," Freddie said, trying to get his classmate to leave.

"Freddie won it," Wendy answered.

"No I didn't."

"Yeah, you did."

"No he didn't," Tommy said before turning to Carly. "Didn't Missy Robinson win it?"

"Yeah, she did," Carly answered as they turned back to Wendy.

"No," Wendy said, "Freddie won it and then he told Principal Franklin he wanted to give it to Missy. Sweet boy." Wendy then pinched Freddie's cheek as she walked off, Freddie's two friends smiling at their friend.

"You gave up that cool trip just to get rid of Missy?" Carly asked.

"I was protecting iCarly," Freddie said.

"I don't think it's that," Tommy said. "You know, I think you and Sam are starting to respect one another. And you said she isn't your friend."

"Yeah, whatever," Freddie grumbled.

"'Yeah, whatever'," Carly mimicked as she poked him.

"Yeah, stop." The three then grabbed their stuff and started walking to class. "I just hate that that nasty Missy gets to live it up on a six-month cruise."

"Maybe she's got a sea problem like I have a heights problem," Tommy said hopefully.

"Oh yeah," Carly answered. "When we were little, she used to get really seasick. But she probably got over that."

"Too bad," Freddie said.

"Yeah," Tommy agreed. Meanwhile on the cruise ship, Missy retched as she upchucked her lunch over the side of the ship and into the sea, feeding the fishes.

"Let me off this stupid boat before I - -" She shouted, but was cut off by more of her lunch coming up, forcing her to lean over the railing again.

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