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The Park, Friday night -- iCarly broadcast!

The first week of classes for the semester was over, and Sam was feeling pumped, enough so that she dragged Freddie's rig out into the park for an outdoor iCarly broadcast. What? She totally emailed Freddie to let him know she was doing it.

Okay, so she remembered to do that a good five minutes after she dragged it out to the park. Still! She notified him!

[ooc: This isn't late, I swear! *looks shifty* As usual, guests are welcome to wander through. The more the merrier!]

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Sam was looking forward to telling Freddie he was late, for once.

Okay, three, two, one, let's -- wait, wrong intro.

Random costumes and world salad! Woo!

Whatever it is!

drum roll please!

What could the word be?

Is he really like that? Or is he doing a character?

Until next time. . . .

For wrapping up and teasing each other.

Hey, look, we remembered to get this up this time!

Look out for an updated info/sign up post possibly this week!

Freddie was pushing his A/V cart as fast he felt was safe, and so when he arrived he was a little sweaty and out of breath.

"Fudjahaha!" he exclaimed, so eloquently.

"You're late!" Sam told him, far too pleased with herself.

"You changed where we were gonna be!" Freddie said. "How was I supposed to get here any earlier?"

"I sent you an email." It wasn't her fault if he hadn't checked it earlier, right?

. . . Okay, so it was her fault that she hadn't sent it earlier.

Freddie just gave Sam a look as he hooked up the laptop to his Pear Phone for internet and the feed from Seattle popped up on the screen.

Which was a shot of Spencer's face as he was looking right in the camera.

"Helloooooo, is this working?" Spencer said.

"I'm Carly!" said Carly.

"And I'm Sam!" said Sam.

"And this is . . . iCarly!"

"It's a brand new semester," Carly said.

"At both our schools," said Sam.

"And you know what that means."

"Time to bleach the binder paper!"

". . . What?"

"This semester," Sam continued, unperturbed, "I'm signed up for a grand total of two classes!"

"And they say this is a real school," Carly mused.

"That's right," Sam said. "Yours truly is going to be learning about classic literature -- through violence -- and how not to be evil."

"Well, I guess you'll at least be good at one of them."

"Huh," said Sam. "Spencer, you've got a cavity."

"I... I do?" Spencer said, covering his mouth self-consciously. "CARLY YOUR FRIENDS ARE READY!" he shouted, stepping away from the camera.

"Took you long enough," Carly added as she walked in. "Whose responsible for this?"

She had her mom-voice going.

Freddie pointed at Sam. And pouted.

Sam also pouted. And pointed -- aaaaaaaaaaat a nearby tree.

"Damn," she said. "I could have sworn someone would be over there."

"And now for a special segment from our own Gibby Gibson," Carly introduced, as the Seattle camera panned over to see Gibby bite into a radish like it was an apple. He chewed for a moment, swallowed, and then looked right at the camera.

"Gibbaaaaaaaahy," he said, while nodding with some sort of strange self satisfaction.

He then took another bite of the radish.

"Ooooookay then," Carly said, stepping in front of the camera. "Now I regret ever telling him about them. Radishes, I mean."

"She changed where we were shooting from at the last minute!" Freddie said. "I got out here as fast as I could. Which is--"

"Which is why you're all sweaty and disgusting?" Carly asked.

Pinkie was out for an evening walk. Well, trot. Well . . . bounce. Either way, she was making her way cheerfully through the park, going "tra la la la la!" at the top of her lungs, when she stumbled upon a clearing in which two students were having what looked like a great teeny weenie itty bitty twinkie party.

"Wow! Whatcha guys doing? Can I help?"

Freddie was more than happy to turn the camera on Pinkie.

"And look what we have here, internet! This is one of the teachers here at our school. Say hello to the internet, Miss Pie!"

"It's why he's all sweaty, anyway."

What? She'd told her teacher today that she hadn't publically humiliated Freddie in weeks. In front of Carly, Spencer, and Gibby didn't count.

"Really?! The whole internet is in there?" Pinkie leaned in reeeeeeeeeeally close. "OooooOOOOOooooooOOOOOoooooo! Hi internet!"

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The Park, Friday night -- iCarly broadcast!

Before the broadcast

Broadcast

Opening bit

Please enjoy this video/picture/sound effect of a . . .

It's time for our very special guest. . . .

And now a word from our Spencer

Iiiiiit's Gibby!

Closing bit

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