Carly With Another Chance: schilling

schilling_klaus

Carly With Another Chance

Sep 27, 2009 07:03

Carly With Another Chance

Klaus Schilling

Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: I don't own Sonny With A Chance , iCarly

Fandoms iCarly , Sonny With A Chance Genre Novelet Fluff, Family, Friendship, Science Fiction Characters Carly, Fredward Benson/Samantha Puckett,Jake Crendle/Sonny Munroe, Spencer Shay, Nevel Papperman/Zora Lancaster, Nico Harris, Chad Dylan Cooper/Tawni Hart, Duke, Grady Mitchell, Marshall Pike Summary Mr. Pike hires Carly as a host for his new talk show. Freddie and Sam join in. Nevel tries to spoil their career.

Table of Contents

Talk Host Wanted

Marshall Pike had gathered his actors and staff. "Our competitors Nockoledien and Sidney both ahve got talk shows for tweens and teens ..." he complained. "And we definitely need one. But where to get a cool talk host from?"

"Don't they grow on trees?" Chad replied.

"The Talkhost shop ..." Tawnie didn't know what to say.

Marshall stared oddly at the kids.

Sonny just shrugged helplessly.

Grady had an idea. "You know, my cousin Duke lives in Seattle ..."

"And so?" Marshall Pike didn't recognise a breeze of relevance for his concern.

"Some girls there run really cool web shows." Grady added.

Marshall started recognising a connection. Yet he was not downright convinced. "So, basically, what you say is that we should hire some arbitrary webshow host? Just because your cousin, whom you've repeatedly called a dumb wrestling bull, says that they are cool?"

Sonny shrugged. "Why not watch the web show?"

Everone looked oddly at Sonny, because that was simple and straightforward, and they felt envious because they had not had that simple idea.

Alas, Zora Lancaster, the little genius, wasn't quite content. "Personal impressions may cheat! We need an objective opinion about those shows!"

"Sounds fair, either ..." Marshall admitted. "But where do we get such an objective opioion from?" he walked up and down.

"Nevelocity ..." Zora yelled. "That's a site with millions of daily clicks, and they hold recommendations for everything cool on the web, and a warning against everything dumb and pointless! The site master has a brain even bigger than mine! ... Maybe ..." Zora whimpered enviously. She feared competition, but, evidently, she trusted someone of her intelligence class more than average people, and tons more than some bully wrestling jock like Grady's cousin from Seattle.

Grady had sent a message to Duke, and he receioved an ansswer pretty fast.

The name of the coolest show is iCarly DOT com. The tech producer is really smart, and I would have failed in science without his incessant tutoring. The moderator is a hot yet clever chick. But the co-mod is crumpy and rude. OK, off to the fridge, grabbing some raw beef. Proteins!!!

Sonny, Nico, and Chad opened the indicated web site. "Wow! It looks cool!" They watched the highlights of a few of the back issues.

Zora insisted in checking Nevelocity for a so-called objective judgemment. After fumbling with that site for a few minutes, she found what she had been looking for.

iCarly, or, as it should be called more appropriately, iCranky, is a boring, dull show hosted by some unsympathetic teenage girl Carly Shay ... you would rather prefer going to prison than watching iCarly.

For Zora Lancaster, that was clear enough. "Carly Shay would be a disgrace for our channel!"

Mr. Marshall checked the web site thrice, and he couldn't find much of a fault with iCarly, at least as of yet. Sighing deeply, he aimed for a compromise. "OK, what we shall do: First, we ask Carly Shay and her parents." He did not know that Carly lived with her elder brother Spencer as her guardian. "Then, we arrabge a probatory show in our studios. And we will invite someone from Neverlossity, or whatever it's called, into said probatory session, making him explain the desastrous judgement."

Sonny and Zora shrugged helplessly, but they accepted Mr. Marshall's compromise.

"Dinner, baby!" Spencer Shay had just cooked spaghetti and tacos, and a spicy salsa which he named salsa with nice spice, and was waiting for his little sister.

"Wait a moment, I've got to check my mail!" Carly answered. She smiled. "Wow, yet another offer from Hollywood, it seems."

Spencer sighed. "I don't think that iCarkly is meant for TV. Think of that debacle with Zebo the dino and Amber Tate ..."

"I'll be careful, promised!" Carly smiled. "Wow, it's from Pike Marshall, producer of So Random."

"That's my favourite show!" Spencer beamed. "TV Show, that is ... iCarly will always be my webshow #1!"

Carly turned her computer off and walked over to Spencer, wrapping her arms around him. "OK, Spencie. You're my favourite artist, in turn!"

"Would ypu go without Sam and Freddie?" Spencer asked.

Carly shook her head. "No way! It's all of us or none!"

Spencer smiled while he distributed the tacos. "That will be cool! My sister is a movie star in my favourite show!"

"It's a talk show related to Mr. Pike's shows ... interviews with the actors, background info , stuff like that." Carly clarified. "No acting as such!"

Spencer shrugged. "OK, I'll go to the Bensons after dinner, and you may call Sam. She may have the rest of our dinner."

"Asusual ..." Carly beamed. She knew that she was not turning into an actress, but maybe some tiny job as an actress in So Random was in it, wasn't it?

Nevel had received a message from Marshall Pike, and he grinned mischievously. "Carly is soon going to rue the day. She's so going to rue it!" He was determined to sabotage both Carly's future talk show and, if necessary, So Random.

Carly in Hollywood

Freddie's mom was worried about her son. "Los Angeles ... aren't there poisonous scorpions? Spiders? Rattle snakes?"

"Yeah, but ..." Spencer had to calm Marissa Benson.

Freddie's mom sighed. "OK, you may go, but don't forget your medical aid case!"

Freddie sighed. What a paranoidal hypochondriac pest!

Mrs. Benson went of to the next pharmacy shop where she was going to order antidotes for all the poisons of Californian animals. She would never let Freddie go to Hollywood without any of those. The suitcase was going to be very heavy, indeed.

"And what will be my job?" Sam wanted to know on the phone.

Carly could not answer the question appropriately. "I don't know, but I know that, unless thye assign you a reasonable, appropriate task, they will get to see my hindside on site!"

"There isn't much to see ..." Sam remarked sarcastically.

"Sam!" Carly pouted, which, of course, Sam did not notice via phone.

"Anyways ..." Sam continued. "As long as I get free spare ribs with barbecue dip, I don't care what job they give me ... barring the dino costume, that's a no no no ..."

Carly chuckled. "OK ..."

Sam agreed. Now nothing could stop them from exploring the world of Hollywood ...

"So ... Fredward Benson ... you want to apply as a tech expert for our studioes?" the technical production chief of Condor Studio asked Freddie.

"Tes, Sir!" Freddie beamed proudly.

"OK, your mail says that you've worked in such a role for a webcast." The tech professional started asking Freddie a few questions about advanced media technology.

Freddie had no problem answering most of them.

"Next question: What does MPEG stand for?" The old man asked Freddie.

Scratching his chin, Freddie tried to concentrate. His memory was like blown away.

"Motion Picture Expert Group!" Sam intervened. "When will you ever learn, you dork?" she whispered into Freddie's ear.

"Correct!" The technical production chief congratulated Sam. "You're our technical producer!"

"Me? But ..." Sam was shocked. "Freddie applied for the position ..."

"Yep ..." The chief grinned. "But you knew how to answer the master question. Hence you're the new TP, and Fredward Benson will be your personal slave, er, assistant!"

Freddie choked hard. "What?"

Sam grinned. "Who is sad because he won't be the technical producer?" She taunted Freddie mercilessly. But she sighed. Unless they worked together well, they would soon have been going to lose their jobs, both of them.

Carly wasn't quite happy. "Sam as a TP?" She sighed. "But ... who will be my co-moderator?"

"Don't worry ..." Mr. Condor said. "According to mr. Pike, each of your sessions will be co-moderated by one of the stars of the shows that he runs regularly."

Carly beamed. "Such as Chad Dylan?" She beamed brightly, as she had got sort of a fan crush on this heartthrob ... als, which girl didn't have such a crush on him ... barring Sam who was talking abrasively about just any guy.

Mr. Condor nodded. "Yeah, sure, Chad will be one of them ... "

Carly bounced up and down, smiling like a sun. She swooned ecstatically and fumbled with her lip gloss. She had to look perfect, just in case Chad happened to show up without warning.

Freddie heard Carly talking appreciatively about the top girleater of their generation. "Awwww ... I should do some things to him ... terrible things ..."

Sam chuckled. "Aw ... who is jealous?" She taunted Freddie excessively and grinned like a devil.

"I'm not jealous!" Freddie replied angrily, his voice exposing his pure envy.

"Face it dorkward!" Sam grinned even more. "Carly would never want you, with or without Jerk Dylan!"

"Awww ... " Freddie slammed his head against the fake brick wall which was, fortunately, just a cardboard screen.

"Chad ... Chad ... Chad ..." Carly whistled appreciatively. "I'm going to meet Chad ..." She bounced around merrily.

Marshall Pike finally met Carly at the stage entrance. "OK, you know what it is about ... this is a trial session in the likeness of your future talk show."

Carly nodded solemnly. "Will Chad Dylan be my co-host?"

Mr. Pike smiled, yet he had to shake his head. "He can't do that today. Grady will do that ..."

Carly choked. "The cousin of Duke?" She looked disappointed. She expected Grady to be as much of a dumb wrestling bull like Duke.

"Hey, he isn't the brightest head in Hollywood ..." Pike explained. "But don't forget that he's the one who has suggested you and your show unto me!"

Carly sighed. "OK, Sir!"

Mr. Pike showed Carly to her spot. "The co-host has also got the task to announce the surprise guests."

Carly wondered. "Surprise guests?"

Marshall Pike nodded. "There will usually be one guest in each session you don't know in advance. Today, it's part of your test. But it's a popular segment of many established talk shows, as well."

"OK ... " Carly smiled. She was sure that no surprise could hit her hard.

Freddie and Sam had activated the cam.

Grady may have looked like Duke, but he was way less of a dumb jock. Yet he wasn't a dream of a co-host. Fortunately, that task was going to be passed around the stars of Mr. Pike's shows.

"On air in 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ..." Freddie counted, as he used to do in the web show.

Grady grinned. "Today's surprise guest is ... Nevel Papperman from Nevelocity!"

Carly choked and passed out.

Do You Rue It?

The director ordered a break of half an hour. The session was not to be broadcasted anyways, it was just going to be archieved, with some scenes used for commercials in not yet determined future. Hence, the delay did not cause any immediate troubles to the team.

Nevel grinned. He wanted to to bellow "Do you rue the day, Carly? Do you rue it?" at Carly Shay, but he didn't, because she wouldn't have heard it any ways.

Zora watched from behind the stage. "Nevel Papperman is a tweenie?" She was really surprised. "What a genius!" She beamed brightly.

Finally, Freddie and Sam achieved reanimating Carly.

"Where am I?" Carly looked around.

"Behind the stage ..." Freddie answered, trying to sneak a kiss from Carly, yet he was as unsuccessful as usual.

"Nevel ..." Sam bellowed with disgust.

Carly sighed deeply. She walked back to the stage. Then she faced Nevel again. "OK ... Nevel ... so you run one of the best visited websites ..."

Nevel calmed down and answered normally.

During the interview, Carly alluded smartly to the interview she had given unto Nevel when he was going to write his first review about iCarly.

Nevel was a bit nervous when Carly got to the point where he kissed her without her permit.

Carly sighed. "OK, thanks, Nevel!" Then she recited the words poetic Nevel had said unto her after the kiss, whereupon she had covered his face with tapenade.

Nevel sweated. "My words ..."

The director intervened. "Stop! What a scenario! What a poem!"

Flabbergasted Nevel glared at the director.

Mr. Pike nodded and entered the stage. "Nevel, that was brilliant! Have you already thought about writing sketches for a show like So Random??"

Nevel shrugged.

Mr. Pike smiled. "We need you for our show! Welcome on board! And Carly, your interview was perfect, you've got the job."

Carly beamed brightly.

Freddie and Sam bounced around merrily.

"We've made it!" Freddie beamed. "Wait ... Nevel is going to do what?"

Sam looked downright consternated. "Oh no! He's going to write the sketches!"

Nevel grinned when he walked off the stage.

"Chad! Chad! Sweet Chad!" Carly beamed brightly. Now that she had secured her job with Condor Studioes, it was just a matter of weeks when she was going to have her first date with heartthrob Chad Dylan Cooper. Carly swooned like nobody's business.

Freddie turned jealous when he heard Carly whimpering like that. How could Carly prefer such an inflated egomaniac over him? He shook his head with disgust.

"Face it, Fredweird!" Sam remarked in a dry manner. "Carly will never want to kiss you!"

Freddy pouted and sneered at Sam. "One day, I will be Carly's second husband, and noone will be able to prove what has happened to her first groom!"

"Dream on, Dorkward!" Sam bellowed.

"Hey Nevel!" Zora stepped up to the boy after the studio had closed its doors.

"You are?" Nevel asked.

"Zora Lancaster" Zora replied. "I'm a member of the So Random! team."

"Zora et labora!" Nevel boomed. This was an allusion to the motto Ora et labora employed by Benedictine monks, meaning work and pray.

Zora beamed. "You're really smart!" She fumbled at a new device she was about inventing. "And you may smell what shampoo I use?"

Nevel nodded and demonstrated that.

Zora cheered. "Yeah, that's it!"

"And those wires you hold in your hand ..." Nevel guessed. "You're building an accoustic distorter!"

Zora smiled. "Exactly! I want to confound my colleagues Tawni and Sonny, making them not recognise their own voice while they are talking."

"Aw, that's great! I know a few people whom I could use that on!" He thought, of course, of Freddie, Sam, and Carly.

"People here call me weird or a spaz." Zora sighed. "They can't get away with that!"

Nevel nodded solemnly. "I know this feeling too well. Carly Shay is the worst of all."

Zora comforted Nevel. "I've explored the ventilation system here, thus I may sneek into about anyone's cabin when needed."

"Wow! Exploring the ventilation system, that must be interesting!" Nevel grinned.

Zore nodded. "Follow me, I'll show you the way!"

Nevel beamed proudly.

The tweenies walked away hand in hand, chuckling.

"So ... who will be my co-moderator for the first real show?" Carly asked Marshall Pike. She so hoped it to be Chad Dylan Cooper.

He nodded. "That will be Sonny Monroe. According to my latest polls, she's the most popular member of my crew."

Carly sighed with disappointment. No Chad ... but at least Sonny was known as someone who was easy to get along with, way easier than Sam had ever been.

"Even more ..." Marshall Pike anounced. "We need new musicians for our shows, especially the themes need to be updated." He sighed. "We use your show in order to introduce various artists to the viewers, and then we let them decide ... it's not completely democratic,but they are needed to help us with our decision."

Carly nodded solemnly.

Mr. Pike explained that the next surprise guest was going to be one of the musicians that had been chosen for the probatory cast.

Carly wondered who that could have been.

Seeing Jake again

Nevel and Zora hid in the ventilation.

"Aw, I smell something ..." Nevel moaned. "A scent of Carly's shampoo and Tawni's cologne ..."

Zora smiled. "You must have an absolute sense for smelling! Their cabins are really close ..."

Nevel nodded. "Also, I may discern dystoned instruments very well." He beamed.

"Do you make nusic?" Zora wondered. "I play the violin, just like the great Albert Einstein!"

Nevel beamed. "Serves you well ... given that you're smarter than Einstein. Also, I play the piano!"

Zora smiled. "Cool! We should play something together! How about Bach's requiem?"

"I like Bach!" Nevel grinned. "And requiems are good for the soul: Death, judgement, apocalypse, ..."

Zora swooned ecstatically.

"Hey! There are Tawni and Chad!" Nevel remarked when he looked through the ventilation grid into Tawni's cabin. Then he was close to throwing up.

"Are they making out?" Zora wondered.

Nevel nodded. "Like pigs! Is that part of their roles, and they are just rehearsing?"

Zora shook her head while she took a few pictures of Tawni and Chad smooching. Maybe there was once going to be a need for using those pics in order to blackmail Chad or Tawni? "Pike would never let such a thing get past! We're making shows for tweenies, not pornographs."

Nevel nodded solemnly. "Mouth kisses are disgusting, hence I 've kissed Carly on the cheeks only. But she was upset."

Zora nodded. "Carly lacks the intelligence to appreciate your affection ... she rather makes out with dumb idiots like Chad!"

Nevel nodded. "I remember when she was after some Jake Crendle, a shallow rake with no brain ..."

"Would you mind kissing a girl with enough intelligence to appreciate your affection?" Zora asked.

Nevel nodded and pecked Zora slightly on the cheeks.

Zora swooned. "You're so sweet, Nevel!"

"Online in 5 ... 4... 3 ... 2 ... 1..." Sam counted the seconds.

Freddie opened the first official broadcast of Carly's talk show.

Carly was nervous. "I'm Carly!"

"I'm Sonny!" Looking at Carly, Sonny tried to calm her down. "We're here at Carly's Corner, the new talkshow for tweenies."

Carly smiled. "OK ... and today, I'm here with Sonny from So Random. And we need a new theme for said show."

Sonny nodded. "Hence we've invited a few artists."

"And we want to hear your opinion about them!" Carly beamed. She had overcome her initial nervosity. "Hello people! Yes, you ... and you ... your opinion counts! So sendus an SMS ..."

"Or visit our website ..." Sonny continued. "The numbers and addresses are available via video text, channel 555."

"Down to our tech team Sam and Freddie!" Carly triggered an artificial applause. "OK, Sonny, who is our first special guest?"

Sonny smiled. "Someone special for Carly ..."

Carly's heart beat faster.

"Carly is from Seattle!" Sonny smiled. "and so is our first special guest, the unflappable ..." She breathed, making the suspense increase step by step. "incredibel ... unstoppable ... Jake ... Crendle!"

"Hi people!" Jake smiled when he entered the stage.

"Hi Jake!" Carly plastered a fake smile. She was still upset because Jake had trashed her for some busty blonde after she had done everything to make his voice sound cool.

"Hi ..." Sonny was a bit timid. "He's nice and cute!" she whispered into her colleague's ears.

"He is, indeed!" Carly coughed while she kept smiling.

"Not again!" Freddie moaned.

"Do you really want to patch his voice again?" sam asked Freddie. "I'd hate that ..."

"No!" Freddie thundered with determination,

Freddie and Sam highfived secretly. They were so going to bust the shallow Adonis!

"OK, Jake ..." Carly answered. "You've been practising with your guitar since when?"

Jake answered the usual questions. "I've prepared some tune for you. The song is named Oh Sonny."

Sonny smiled. "Are you going to sing it?"

Freddie and Sam grinned mischievously.

Jake stepped up to Sonny. "Sorry, my voice is terrible ..."

Sonny gasped. How could such a cute boy have problems wiuth his voice? Anyways ... "Mind me singing for you? My grandma always said that I've got a beautiful voice."

Jake nodded. "OK, here's the text ..."

Sonny grabbed the sheet that Jake had rendered unto her.

"OK, ... it seems we're gong to hear a sort of duet ... Jake Crendle with his guitar, and vocals by Sonny ... Monroe! Applause!" Carly smiled.

Sonny and Jake started performing. And inspite of the whole thing having been unplanned, and the two of them never having practised together, the performance was fairly decent.

Mr. Pike swooned. When the performance was over, he stumbled over the stage. "Sorry for intervening! I've promised not to say anything before the last applicant has performed, but in this case ... I urge you all to give high votes to this combination: Sonny and Jake!"

Carly triggered the applause again. She wasn't sure what she should have thought about the whole thing, but she had come to accept it, at least for the time being.

Carly Meets Chad

Zora held a strange black box with a few wires in her hands.

Along came Nevel. "Oh, you're inventing some new gadget?"

Zora smiled. "Oh, Nevel, good you're around." She gave him the box. "Indeed, it is fairly new, but it doesn't work well yet."

"So, what is it meant to do?" nevel pondered.

"It's sort of a remote control for Fredward's and Samantha's gereen screen .." She grinned. "Just with the difference that not Fredward or Samantha are in control, but I ..."

Nevel beamed. "Cool!"

Zora nodded. "Look here, I've got that photograph galery on my laptop. With this box, my may transfer, in a wireless manner, pictures from my laptop to the greenscreen."

Nevel grinned mischievously. "That's going to wreak havoc!"

Zora nodded again. "You know those pictures that we've taken secretly when we hid in the ventilation channels?"

Nevel grinned. "Oh yeah ... I remember too well ... and I do know quite a few people who wish that we had not taken those pictures ..."

Zora and Nevel highfived.

"But now you've said that it doesn't work as it should ..." Nevel was worried.

Zora nodded. "The problem is: The transfer rate must be high enough in order to override the pictures that Freddie and Sam send to the green screen."

Nevel looked at the box. "So it is a bit slow?"

"That's it! I need to debug it ..." Zora smiled. "That is, if we brainstorm together, we will probably be able to fix it even before the next live broadcast of the talk show."

"Sure!" Nevel boomed. "Let's not lose any time!"

They sat down, opened the box, and played around with the electronics.

Carly's heart beat like a steam-driven sledge hammer when Marshall Pike told her about his decision who was going to be the next co-moderator.

"Chad Dylan Cooper!" Marshall boomed.

Carly told him to repeat it twice, just in order to be sure that she had heard right. "Chaaaaad!" She swooned. "Sweet Chad!" She had a heard time breathing. She was going to take a shower and to wear make-up more than she had ever done before.

"Aren't you a bit exaggerating?" Sam asked Carly in the latter's cabin. "Just a little bit?"

Carly didn't really listen when she renewed her lip gloss for the third time in a quarter. She just whistled seductively.

"What if Chad doesn't like you?" Sam asked.

Carly shrugged. "Why should he not like me? Ain't I likable?"

Sam shrugged. "I've heard that he's just a jerk!"

"Says who?" Carly wanted to know.

"Sonny, Portlyn, ..." Sam named a few more girls.

"And so?" Carly whistled innocently while she painted her eye lashes in a glistening manner.

Sam was seriously worried. Carly had made many fans and friends with her natural demeanour, not with her looks, especially not with her artificially popped-up looks. She really didn't need to act like a painted monkey, such as Tawni Hart or Amber Tate. But Sam knew very well that she couldn't dissuade carly from anything when she was that stubborn. She could just hope and pray that it was going to end well. Had Chad really just been waiting for Carly to come along? That seemed so unlikely.

Mrs. Benson, Spencer, and Gibby sat down in front of Spencer's flatscreen TV.

"Carly told me on the cell that she's so excited." Spencer smiled. "That's due to that Chad guy!"

"Chad is my idol!" Gibby beamed. "I want to become like him!"

Spencer shrugged. Gibby was too funny! He was never coming anywhere near to that Chad guy.

Mrs. Benson had prepared fat-free snacks for Spencer, Gibby, and herself. "The show is aboput starting!"

Spencer stuck two thumbs up for Carly.

Freddie and Sam had started the show.

Carly beamed. "Today with me: The one and only Chad Dylan!"

Chad beamed when the applause filled the studio. "Hi Carly! You're looking splendid tonight!"

"OK ... thanks, Chad!" She smiled like nobody's business. "What the girls among our viewers want to know ..." In fact, it's Carly who wanted to know exactly that. Most of the viewers were way too young for Chad, as it was a show for tweenies. "have you already got a girlfriend?"

Chad smiled. "The girls lie at my feet like sand," Chad admitted. "But, so far, none of them could really impress me ..." He shrugged. "Until, maybe, tonight ..." He looked suggestively at Carly.

"Wow! That's interesting ..." Carly was floundering with her breath. "Maybe we should have a date, then?" She suggested. "Sometime soon ..."

Chad Dylan grinned triumphantly.

Suddenly, the green screen was updated.

Freddie and Sam swore unto each other that it wasn't their work.

Carly looked at the screenn, and there she saw it: A picture of Chad and Tawni making out as if there had been no tomorrow. "What's that?" Carly's voice exploded for jealousy. Tawni didn't exactly look like no girl. That was too much for Carly's sensitive nerves to bear. She doubled over and threw up.

Freddie and Sam stopped the broadcast.

"Oh no!" Spencer screamed like a fury. "What's going on there?"

Mrs. Benson was consternated. Such a thing in a tweenie show?

Gibby started sobbing.

Mrs. Benson and Spencer ran to the phone. They had to find out what had been going on, and whether Carly was OK. This was going to be a long, sleepless night for both of them. And it wasn't easy to get through to those who were able to deal out some valuable information, plain chaos was holding Condor's ball and chain.

Nevel Again

Carly had passed out, not long after throwing up. Only Freddie and Sam were allowed to the infirmary with Carly.

Finally she woke up. "Freddie? Sam?"

Freddie nodded. "It's us, Carly!"

"I'm still a bit dizzy!" Carly moaned.

Sam nodded. "I bet Nevel is at the bottom of that attempt! And we can't prove anything, or else ... grrrr!!!! ... Spencer has called us, you should better go and answer him asap. Otherwise he and Freddork's mom will show up tomorrow and take us all home!" She sighed, gazing viciously at Freddie.

Carly sighed. "Hey! I should thank Nevel!"

Freddie and Sam were consternated. "What?! That dork?" Freddie and Sam thundered unison.

Carly nodded. "Nevel has opened my eyes about Chad Dylan Cooper, that reckless rake of the jerkish sort!"

"I'll push him down the elevator shaft for you!" Freddie offered proudly unto Carly.

"No way!" Sam boomed. "I am going to do that!"

Carly shook her head. "All girls will hate us for that, and then the show loses all of its female viewers, and we will be sent sailing to hell!"

Sam and Freddie sighed. Carly was oh so right, once again.

Carly took her cellular phone and called Spencer's number. "Hi baby! It's me, Carly, from Hollywood. I had a shock ... no, now I'm well again. I still need some sleep, but then everything will be fine. ... no, you don't have to fetch us ... love you too!" She sighed with relief. "They are not coming."

Freddie and Sam sighed with relief.

The door went open.

Freddie looked around. "Shelby!" He said.

Martial artist Shelby Marx bounded in. "Hi Freddie! Hi Sam! Hi Carly!"

Carly greeted Shelby.

"I would have been your surprise guest for today!" Shelby sighed. "Sorry!"

Carly shrugged. "That isn't your fault!"

"Oh, some tweenie girl came along and gave me thse flowers for you ..." Shelby showed a bouquet, but she was flabbergasted.

"Plastic flowers?" Carly moaned.

Freddie and Sam looked oddly at each other.

Carly sighed. "Nevel!" She beat her head with her fists. "He hates real flowers, so much I know ..." Carly explained. "He says that they serve as toilets for bugs and vermin."

Sam and Freddie chuckled.

Carly shrugged. "I guess I'll keep them. They are more practical than real ones who need to be watered every now and then ..."

Sam grinned mischievously. "Dorkward would probably water his plastic plants as well."

Freddie stared oddly at Sam.

"So .. what brings you to Hollywood?" Carly asked Shelby.

"They've offered me a role as a stunt double for some Portlyn in an unpcoming episode of Mackenzie Falls" Shelby explained, giggling nervously. "I'm so excited!"

Carly smiled."How good for you! And your martial skills wikll sure turn out handy for stunts!"

Shelby nodded solemnly. "That's true, and the very reason they want me for. Anyways, I'm also sorry for having beat you up. I'm a martial artist, I shouldn't have allowed myself to get provocated." She sighed deeply. "This means that I've still a long way to go in the Zen of martial arts."

Carly shrugged. "Oh, I've never heard about that ..."

Shelby chuckled. "It isn't easy! I've sen a pro-wrestlers that were terrible ... false word and they walk through the roof."

Carly shivered with dismay.

"And I don't want to end up like that, and I don't want my new boyfriend to become such a dumb wrestler either." Shelby sighed.

"Your new boyfriend?" Carly snickered noisily. "Who is it?"

Shelby smiled. "You know him ... his name is Duke, and he's at Ridgeway's!"

Freddie and Sam choked and coughed. "Duke?" They shivered unison with disgust.

"We work out together!" Shelby smiled. "I'm going toimprove the elegance of his fighting style. Then he'll finally make it into the state finals."

"Oh, how good for Duke!" Carly grinned.

Shelby nodded. "On the other hand, it's Duke's connection to his cousin here at Condor studioes that helped me land the job."

"Oh ..." Carly sighed. "I know that connection too well ..." She snickered as it had helped her to make it to Hollywood in the first place.

The door opened again, and now Nevel and Zora made it into the dorm.

"Nevel!" Freddie bellowed angrily, seconded immediately by Sam.

Nevel lowered his head. "I din't mean you to puke and drop unconscious." Nevel sighed. "Just startle a bit ..."

Carly shook her head. "Hey, it wasn't that bad, no, it was really worth it. Now I know to never again try to date those popular rakes, they are always going to disappoint me badly ..." She moaned.

Nevel and Zora choked, but they recovered fast.

Nevel grinned. "OK, but tomorrow it's another day ... and you will despair when you see the skits that I've written for you. Zora is the smart and cool girl in them, and you're the lamer."

Carly smiled. "Whatever ... better such a role than none at all!"

Nevel shrugged. He wrapped an arm around Zoa, pecked her cheek, and walked away with her. "We will see us!" He grinned.

"Thanks for the flowers!" Carly smiled.

The Showdown

Freddie and Sam had been working side by side very well, thier occasional, or, better, relentless bickering notwithstanding.

Alas, Freddie still didn;t get it. Why did Sam, the dumbest girl he ever knew, understand such a lot about media technology? That just didn't click with him, it made no sense whatsoever. He would have liked to ask her a lot earlier, out of burning curiosity, but he was aware of Sam's most probable reaction: more insults, more verbal torture, more humiliation and sarcasm, the typical Samantha Puckett program as he had known and feared since they had met for the very first time after he had come to Ridgeway Junior High School. But now he didn't stand it anymore. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply for several seconds, and braced himself for Sam's expectable verbal attack, then he asked. "Sam ... something I've wanted to know for a few months ..."

"What is it, dorkward?" Sam replied rudely. "but don't waste my time, I'm busy unknotting all those intertwined wires, which some Freddork has left around. The blue wire belongs into the red socket, not the yellow one! Zzzzz ..."

Freddie sighed deeply. He appreciated Sam's work. She was able to unravel a bunch of intertwined and knotted wires with her toes! Yes, he really needed her help for his job, although he had a hard time standing her. "OK, what I always needed to know is ... why do you know all of a sudden that much about technology?"

Sam sighed. "When I was in elementary school, I've helped my uncle with his electronic shop. But then he was arrested for tax cheating, and he went the way that most of my family members go, sooner or later. Mom didn't want me to deal with electronices anymore. So I've better hidden it from carly who was likely to betray me unwittingly." She sighed.

Freddie sighed. He knew too well what Sam meant when talking about that certain way. "But all the mpeg stuff?"

"When you started as our tech producer, I've used my spare time to take an online course at the MPEG site, now I'm an inofficially certified multimedia engineer." Sam grinned in a boasting manner. "I just can't afford the fee for a regular certification, it's some ten thousands of bucks."

Freddie was flabbergasted. He knew that all those big consortia and companies required astronomical fees for official certification, but he was surprised that Sam had learnt all of it so fast. Maybe it wasn't that surprising after all - she had read a book of thousand pages within a week, and remembered details better than anyone else at Ridgeway. "Sam, I ..."

"Hurry up, dorkward!" Sam bellowed.

"... I admire you a lot ..." Freddie admitted.

"Oh yeah?" Sam beamed. Hey, since when did Freddie have to say anything good about her? She didn't say anything, but threw her arms around Freddie and huggled him sweetly.

Freddie was astonished. "What are you doing?" But then he couldn't help hugging Sam back and kissing her forehead. "Maybe I like you? No, I certainly do."

"Luv you too, Dorkie!" Sam replied affectionately.

All of a sudden, Sam's usual words of slanter sounded cute.

"But it stays among us, sweetdork!" Sam begged. "No word to Carly, Spencer, your mom, my mom, ... "

Freddie nodded solemnly.

The door was flung open, and Carly bounded in.

"Erm ... we were just bickering over a knotted wire!" Freddie and Sam remarked unison.

Carly smiled. "I know ... those damn' wired ..." She chuckled mercilessly. "All I need to say is ... I've now gone through the scripts for my potential guest role. It really isn't that bad, they remind me so much of you and Sam bickering."

Sam and Freddie laughed their butts off.

"OK, I'm off again!" Carly announced. "I need to prepare the next interview with Randy Jackson. Mrs. Briggs will die when she gets to see the show ..."

Freddie and Sam chuckled when Carly bounded out again.

"Carly hasn't noticed anything, right?" Freddie shivered.

"I don't guess that she did ..." Sam replied.

Suddenly, the green screen activated itself.

"But we did!" Nevel and Zora remarked unison.

Freddie and Sam were consternated. They had forgotten to deactivate the controlling cam.

"You can't keep it from Carly forever, otherwise Sam won't have a decent honour maid at your wedding!"

Freddie and Sam shivered.

"OK, Zora, Wagner's Bridal Chorus!"

Nevel and Zora played with their piano and violin, singing along.

Faithful and true
We lead ye forth
Where love triumphant shall crown ye with joy
Star of renown
Flower of the earth
Blessed be ye both far from all life's annoy
Champion victorious, go thou before!
Maid, bright and glorious, go thou before!

Freddie and Sam stood still in awe. Were they really on their best way to ... one day ago,they would have killed anyone who had dared to talk about it, but now it all seemed more and more real ....

Carly's guest appearances in So Random and MacKenzie Falls were going to contribute a lot to the popularity of those shows.

Only three years later, Sam and Freddie were going to be married for real, marching to the sound of Nevel's piano and Zora's violin, and accompanied by Spencer as Freddie's best man and Carly as Sam's maid of honour.

When had come to an end, Sonny decided that the life in Hollywood was not hers. She missed the idyllic life of rural Wisconsin. Hence she has gone back to her home state, married Jake Crandle, and the two of them have now got three kids, and a farm with dogs, cows, and horses.

Tawni and Chad have locked themselves into one of the dressing cabins. They have lost their keys, dumb as they are and if they haven't yet died there, they are still making out while arguing jealously over lipmarks on their mirrors.
The End