- ♪
- BOTH: Merry Christmas!
- On Comet. - On Stupid.
- On Donkey. - On Blitzberg.
- Blitzberg?
- What? A reindeer can't be Jewish?
- Okay. Last week, we asked you guys
to pick which costume Freddie should wear
for this Christmas show.
- A lot of you guys voted for Santa Claus.
- And a bunch of you guys voted for Elf,
but the winner-- - By far--
- --was-- - BOTH: Flashlight!
- [applause] - Whoo. Give me the camera.
- FREDDIE: I don't wanna do this. I'm embarrassed--
I don't wanna-- - Come on. Come on.
Ladies and gentlemen, Freddie, The Christmas Flashlight.
- [applause] - Switch to the B-cam.
- Switching.
Wow, Freddie, that is an amazing flashlight costume.
- Yeah, yeah. - And look, it actually works.
- You don't even wanna know where the batteries go.
- Ho ho ho. Can I walk away now?
- After you wish everyone a Merry Christmas.
- I wish you all a Merry--oh! - Too slow.
- Switch to the A-cam, Mr. Flashlight.
- Hurry so we can say our Christmas goodbyes.
- CARLY: Bye. - SAM: Later!
- CARLY: Merry Christmas. - Yes.
- Oh, yeah. Jingle. - Bells.
- Love you all.
Bye. - And we be clear.
- Okay. You stay here and help Freddie get out
of his flashlight costume. - Where are you going?
- To see if Spencer got our tree.
- SAM: Okay, let's get you out of that thing.
Here, lie down. - Um, keep going?
Straight down? Whoa. - You're good.
- Ohh! - Well, goodbye.
- FREDDIE: Sam, Sam.
Wait, Sam, you're supposed to help me get out of this.
Oh! Unh!
In five, four, three, two--
- ♪
- CARLY: ♪ I know, you see ♪
♪ Somehow the world will change for me ♪
♪ And be so wonderful ♪
♪ Live life, breathe air ♪
♪ I know somehow we're gonna get there ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ It's your time to be ♪
♪ There's no chance unless you take one ♪
♪ Every time just see the brighter side... ♪
♪ ...of every situation ♪
♪ Some things are meant to be so give it your best ♪
♪ And leave the rest to me ♪
♪ Leave it all to me ♪
♪ Just leave it all to me ♪
- SPENCER: Just keep walking.
- CARLY: Just show me the tree. - Oh, you wanna see the tree?
Does little Carly Shay wanna see her Christmas tree?
- Yeah, she does. - Well it's right in front of you.
What? Don't you love it?
You can't not love it. Don't you love it?
- It's cool, but I thought we were gonna get
a real Christmas tree this year.
- We were, but then I was at the junkyard
looking for art supplies, and I got the idea for this,
it's a magna tree. - Magna?
- Yeah. It rigged with a dangerously large electromagnet.
Sam, come check out our magnetic Christmas tree.
- Magnetic?
- He made it instead of getting us a real Christmas tree.
- Here, watch. First, I activate.
And now...keys.
Yeah?
- Whoops, time for cheese.
- I thought you loved my sculptures.
- I do, It's just-- I wanted a Christmas tree
that smells like Christmas, this smells like junk.
And yard.
- You'll be happy once we put ornaments on it,
put presents all around it. Did you wrap any yet?
- Yeah. They're up in my room. - Go get 'em.
- Okay. - Hah.
- Hi. - Hey.
- Hey, you were supposed to help me
get out of that flashlight costume.
- Yeah, I'm supposed to do a lot of things that never happen.
- Hey, you know what'll make you feel better?
- What? - Sticking a hammer
to a magnetic Christmas tree.
- Yeah, that's always a good time.
- Hi, sorry to barge-- Freddie, give me that!
You know I don't like you handling tools.
- Mom. - Let's go.
- Come on. I'm trying to live my life.
- Um, if somebody wants to get to the mall in time
to sit on somebody's lap and tell somebody
what he wants for Christmas, somebody better hurry up.
- Aw, is widdle Freddie goin' to see Santa Claus?
- No. Let's go.
- I tried to keep it vague. - Well, it didn't work!
- Well, I better head out. Tell Carly I'll text her.
- Where are you going? - Home.
My mom bought a new TV.
- Cool. Are you guys gonna hook it up?
- Nah. We're gonna beat the old one with a baseball bat.
- ♪
- [high-pitched beeping] - Oh, it's Christmas time?
[sniffs] Carly! Carly!
Oh, you're closed.
[crash] Aagh!
- [louder beeping] - Whoa! Oh!
Oh, this is--this is so bad!
Aah. Ah.
- What is going-- Oh my God!
Put it out, put it out!! - I'm trying!
Just shut off the smoke alarm! - Okay!
Wait, how do I turn off the smoke alarm?
- Use the pineapple.
- Aah!
Yeah, there's a fire. We know. Shut up!
- [beeping stops]
- Is it out? - Yeah.
Pretty much.
Ah. Oh, oh!
- Oh, man.
Do you know how much time and money
I spent on these presents? - I guess the electromagnet--
- Why couldn't you have just gotten a regular tree,
one that didn't set all the presents on fire?!
I wish you'd been born normal!
- ♪
♪
- At least I have you, little normal tree,
but you're not very big.
- MITCH: What's so great about being big?
- Who said that?
- That was me.
- Okay. And who are you?
- The name's Mitch.
- [screams] - Ooh.
Someone's a little jumpy.
- You better get out of here or I'll call the cops.
- Come on.
You don't wanna call the cops on your Christmas angel.
- I mean it! You better leave!
My brother is a-- a sculptor.
- Carly, Carly, Carly, relax. - How do you know my name?
- I told you. I'm an angel. I'm here to earn my wings.
- Oh, you're an angel? - That's right.
- So you're, like, magical? - On a good day.
- Okay, prove it. Prove you're magical.
- All right.
Here we go.
Pick a card.
King of clubs.
- So? Anyone can do card tricks.
- Look at it.
- He's not kidding. He's really an angel.
- [screams]
- Ow!
- MITCH: It's okay.
I'm here to make your wish come true.
- What wish?
- ♪
- What just happened? - He was born normal.
- You're...you're screwy. That's what you are.
I'm calling the cops. And when they get here--
Hey! Mitch? Mitch.
Screwy!
- ♪
- What happened to apartment?
- SPENCER: Right. Let's just get Mr. Schneider and Mr. Newman
into a room together and I'm sure
we can settle this dispute without going to court.
- [knock on door] - I'll call you later.
Come.
- I brought you some antacid tablets.
- Oh, thank you. The stress down at the office
has really been upsetting my stomach.
- Spencer was born normal, just like you wished for.
- [screams]
- Carly! Are you all right?
- Why did you scream? - Is something wrong?
- Yeah, something's wrong.
This weird guy is-- - What weird guy?
- Have you been reading a scary novel?
- No, I haven't been reading a novel.
- Oh, I have.
It's all about a baker in the 1700s
who makes bread for peasants.
- I love that book. - It's a charming read.
- Well, I better let you get off to work.
- I'll see you this evening.
- [screams]
- What's the matter?
- You really seem out of sorts today.
- Yeah. I just gotta go brush my teeth.
I'll be down in a few.
- ♪
- Okay. At least school seems like it should be.
- Does it? - Okay, Mitch.
Now, I don't know who you are or what you did to my life--
- I made your wish come true. Spencer was born normal.
- Okay. Even if I believe that you could--hi, Freddie.
- Uh, hi.
- Why is Freddie holding hands with Rona Berger?
- Rona Berger is Freddie's girlfriend.
- What? No she's not. He hates Rona Berger.
Everybody hates Rona Berger.
- RONA: So what do you get me for Christmas?
No, don't tell me. I wanna be surprised.
No, wait, tell me.
It better be a Pear Pod, the good one.
- I thought you didn't want a--
- Maybe you should give it to me right now.
No, don't. Wait, yeah, do it now!
- Okay.
- A picture frame? - Yeah. It's digital.
I filled it all up with pictures of us.
- I see you every day. Why do I need pictures?
Ugh! - [groans]
- Okay, I don't get it.
Why is Freddie dating icky Rona Berger? - It all goes back to Spencer being born normal.
It's made your whole life different.
- But Freddie's always been in love with me.
- He gave up 'cause you have a boyfriend.
- I don't have a boyfriend.
I mean, I want one really bad, but I don't have one.
- Hey, Carly. Your boyfriend's looking for you.
- What boyfriend? - Carly.
- Nevel?!
- ♪
- [screams]
- ♪
- Mitch!
Oh. What happened to our studio?
Mitch? Mitch?!
- Wow, you say Mitch a lot.
- Nevel Papperman is my boyfriend?
- Yeah. - Gross!
- Love is a crazy thing. - Hey, I'm not done with you.
- Oy! Now what?
- I wanna know why everything in my life is different.
- You wished for Spencer to be born normal.
- Yeah, I know that.
- You were who you were because Spencer was who he was.
You changed him, and that changed your life.
- Well, change it back. - Can't do that.
Haven't got my wings yet.
- Okay. What is this about wings? What wings?
- For an angel to get his wings,
he must grant someone a wish that causes
unintended consequences, thereby teaching someone
a valuable lesson.
- What? - I don't make the rules.
- Where's Sam?
Why wasn't Sam in school today?
Mitch.
- I think you better forget about Sam.
- Why? Why?!
- She barely knows you. - That's a lie.
- Spencer thought she was a bad kid.
He never let you hang with her when you were little,
so you and Sam never became friends.
- You're insane. Sam's my best friend.
We do "iCarly" together every week.
- There is no "iCarly." - Where's Sam?
- ♪
- This is the place,
the Seattle Juvenile Detention Center.
- Sam's here? In juvie?
How come--
- SAM: What do you mean I got a visitor? Nobody visits me.
- Oh, can it, Puckett, and sit down!
- Carly Shay? - Hi.
- What do you want?
- It's my fault you're in here.
- You're the one who called the cops?
Dude, I swear when I get out of here--
- No. You're in here 'cause I wished
for Spencer to be normal.
- Who's Spencer? - My brother.
He made a magnetic tree that-- - Dude, I barely know you.
- You know me a lot.
We were best friends 'til I made that stupid wish.
- We were never friends.
Just 'cause we used to go to the same school,
that doesn't make you-- - Okay.
If we're not best friends,
then, how would I know that you've slept
with two different colored socks on your feet
since you were little 'cause think it's good luck?
And how would I know that you're right-handed,
but you punch harder with your left?
And how would I know that your mom's foot
has a tattoo on it?
- A tattoo of what? - A foot.
- How do you know my mom has a tattoo of a foot on her foot?
How do you know all that stuff?
- I told you, we're best friends.
- What's my favorite color? - Brown.
- Why? - It's the color of gravy.
- What's my favorite junk food? - Fat cakes.
- What's my favorite book?
- "Boogie Bear III: The Return of Boogie Bear."
- What do I hate most? - People.
- What do I wanna be when I grow up?
- An invisible ninja.
- Wow.
- ♪
- A Pear Pod! It's about time.
- [doorbell rings]
- ♪ Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas ♪
♪ La-di-dah-di-li-dah ♪
- Hello, Nevel. - Good evening, Mrs. Benson.
- Nevel, welcome. Carly isn't with you?
- No, I thought she was here.
[gasps] Oh, my--
Is this ring for what I think it is?
- Indeed, it is.
- Well, congratulations to you both.
- Thank you. We were waiting until Carly got here to make
the official announcement.
But I guess the cat's out of the bag.
- What cat?
- Spencer and I are getting married.
- Aah. - Wow.
- Isn't it grand? - So grand.
- Okay, that's it!
- Car--aah, my arm.
- Make some spaghetti tacos. - What?
We're having steamed halibut for dinner.
- You hate steamed halibut 'cause it's boring.
You like to make spaghetti tacos
and when you make 'em, you sing a little song.
- Carly, I only sing songs in church.
- [screams]
- What's wrong with your sister?
- I'm not just his sister, I'm your friend.
- SPENCER: Carly, I think you better calm down.
- I don't wanna calm down! - She's crazy. - I heard that, Rona!
- Can I get you some ibuprofen? - No!
I just want you back.
I want you the way you're supposed to be.
I want you to make crazy sculptures
and to accidentally set stuff on fire
and to wear socks that light up.
And I want you to be single and lonely again.
And I want you to leave the country.
And nobody even likes you.
And I want Sam back.
And I want you to be my friend
and say "In five, four, three, two,"
but not the one, which I never understood but I liked it.
And I just want my life back!
[crying]
- Well, bah, humbug.
- Mitch!
Mitch, where are you? Mitch.
I want my life back!
I don't want Spencer to be normal.
I want him to be all abnormal again.
Please. Mitch!
I want you to take everything back to the way it was--
Spencer, Sam, Freddie, everything!
Mitch!
- ♪
- Oh, there you are.
Hey, did you check out that video I sent
of the guy who can fit a whole grapefruit--
Hey. Hey, are you crying?
- Just leave me alone. - Um, okay.
But for the next "iCarly," we gotta figure out
which video is going up in the first cycle.
- "iCarly"?
Did you just say for the next "iCarly"?
- Yeah. Why are you--
- ♪
- It's back. Our studio's back.
Hello, old car! Hello, beanbags!
Hello, hammer that almost killed me!
It's all back. - Oh.
- Whoa, daddy, what is going on here?
- Sam!
You're out of juvie! - Juvie?
What are you talking about? - Spencer!
Spencer.
Spencer! - Hey, what's up, kid? Oh.
Hey, what's up with all the squeezin' and squishin'?
- I missed you. And our house is back.
- Okay. I have no idea what you're--
- FREDDIE: Hey, Spencer, do you want us to help you
to take that tree down to the garbage?
- Yeah. Just help me stuff it into--
- No. No one touches this tree.
- I thought you hated it. - I do not.
It's my favorite tree ever.
Come on, let's put it back over there where it belongs.
- Okay.
Let's go. - All right.
- Here we go. - FREDDIE: Right in the middle.
All right? Okay. - Watch your hands. Go.
- Go, go, go. - Slow. Slow.
- Got it. - Right there.
And to the right, to the right.
- A little more. - Keep going.
- Okay. All right. - Right there.
- See, that's not bad at all, it just needs a little love.
- Yeah.
You guys help me slam some decorations on it real quick.
- Yeah. Sure. - Oh, I like this.
- Oh, wow - Get in there.
- This it's a purple banana. I love bananas.
Right there. It complements the tree nicely.
- Nice.
- I like it right here, sort of near the top.
- Right there. - Oh, that's nice.
All right, that looks a little better.
- Okay, help me put the garland on.
- Oh yeah, yeah. All right.
- Oh, these are so good. - FREDDIE: All right.
- SPENCER: Here, put this all along.
- FREDDIE: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay. Good.
- Thanks, Mitch. - Thank you.
- Why thank me?
- 'Cause if it wasn't for you,
I would have never gotten my wings.
Oh. Oh. - Chicken wings?
- Merry Christmas, Carly. - Merry Christmas, Mitch.
- FREDDIE: We gotta make it look good. - SAM: Okay.
- Wow.
- Looks nice, huh? - Yep.
Spencer, you're not normal but you did build a nice tree.
- [humming "Hark the Herald Angels Sing"]
[humming continues]
- [humming continues]
- [ding] - MAN: Mmm!
- [burble]