[MUSIC PLAYING]
-[LAUGHING] Ay-yi-yi.
-Well, howdy there, idiot farm girl.
-I brought your squirrel some peanuts.
-Squirrel?
-Uh-huh.
That squirrel.
-Now, now there, little sugar munch, these here whiskers
on my face ain't nary no squirrel.
This here's a mushystache.
-Here you go, little squirrel!
-Hey!
Hey now!
Quit shoving your peanutters into my moustache.
You dumb veggie burger.
-Howdy!
-Lookee.
That's my brother Clem.
-Nice to meet you there Clem.
[SNAP]
-Ow!
Squirrel!
[SMACK]
-Dag fizz.
Your sling-shooted my moustache.
Aw dang!
-Oh.
[LAUGHTER]
-Where's the respect for cowboys?
-That's all we have.
-I was supposed to come up with an ending.
-But she didn't.
-I did not.
-And this has been iCarly.
-Guest starring me.
-See you next time.
-On the web.
-Worldwide.
-Except for Yarba.
-Where they have no freedom.
-Lighten up, Yarba.
-Come on.
-Squirrel.
-And we're clear.
[CHEERING]
-Great show, guys.
-Good job, brother.
-OK.
I'm going to go soak my feet in milk.
-All right.
FREDDIE: Sounds good.
SAM: You're so weird.
-Hey, hey, check out the email we all got.
-Who from?
-Uh, Olympia Municipal Courthouse
-To Carly Shay, Samantha Puckett,
Fredward Benson, and Orenthal Gibson.
-Is that Gibby?
-I guess.
CARLY: Oh my god.
It says Nora Dershlit is scheduled for a parole hearing
next week.
-Nora, who trapped us in her basement?
That lunachick?
-Uh-huh.
-And "as the victims of her crime,
you may attend and express your opinions as to whether or not
Ms. Dershlit should be kept in prison or released."
-How could they even think about letting her out?
-Do have any pudding cups?
-Just one.
And I already promised Freddie he
could have it after the show.
[SMACK]
-Ow!
In five, four, three, two.
THEME SONG: I know you see somehow the world will
change for me and be so wonderful.
Live life.
Breathe air.
I know somehow we're going to 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 and the time
to see the brighter side of every situation.
Some things are meant to be, so give me your best
and leave the rest to me.
Leave it all to me.
Just leave it all to me.
-Oh.
Yeah.
Oh.
-Sam.
Sam.
-Too late.
I already put my tongue in the pudding cup.
-I don't care about the pudding cup.
-I did!
-We all have to go to Olympia next week
and speak at Nora's parole hearing.
-For what?
For to make sure that they keep that crazy girl in prison.
-Maybe they should let her go.
-What?
Why?
-Look, I've been in prison.
It is not fun in there.
-And maybe when Nora trapped us, she
was like depressed or something.
-Yeah.
Well, I was bummed when I didn't get asked to junior prom.
But did I lure the cast of "Full House" into my basement
and torture Uncle Jesse?
[DING]
-Man, I'm so dang sick of this.
-What are you doing?
-Putting on a suit so I can go home.
-Dude, you don't need to keep pretending
to be Mr. Perfect for Freddie's mum.
-Yeah, he does.
-See?
-If my mum sees how T-Bo really is,
she's never going to let him stay in our house.
No offense.
-Oh, I'm not offended.
I felt warm inside knowing your mum would
be disgusted if she knew the real me.
-It's not that.
It's-- yeah, it's that.
-That's nice.
Let's all just pretend that T-Bo doesn't have feelings.
-Hey, Teebs.
Want to see what I got?
-Not really.
-Gibby.
-Hello.
-Gibbaloney.
-Where have you been?
-The mall.
With my head up inside something for almost two hours.
-Please say it was a horse.
-Nope.
But it was inside this really cool machine that made this.
-Holy--
-Cabeza.
-No.
-Whoa.
-It's an exact replica of my own head.
-What does it do?
-Blow minds.
Look awesome.
-Wasn't it expensive?
-Oh, yeah.
-Where'd you get the money?
-From that diaper commercial I did.
-Oh, yeah.
I am.
-Uh, yeah.
-Are your feet in milk?
-Yep.
-I love that.
-Hey, did you see the email we got about freaky Nora?
-Yeah.
It's nice that they're letting her out.
-What?
What is the matter with everyone?
That girl kidnapped us and beat the fudge out of you.
-Look, I'm forgiving.
And I like Chinese food.
That's who I am.
That's who we are.
-Well, sorry.
But we're all going to that parole hearing,
and we're all going to tell the judge
that Nora needs to be kept in prison.
-[INHALES] Mm.
I love that new head smell.
CASSIE: Hey?
How come you have dog toothpaste in your bathroom?
-I heard that dogs' mouths are cleaner than humans,
so I got to thinking, maybe it's their toothpaste.
[LAUGHTER]
-You do not brush your teeth with dog toothpaste.
-I do, too.
And watch, tickle my tummy.
[GROWLING]
[LAUGHTER]
-So how long until you have to be back to work?
-About 45.
-Oh, well, maybe we should skip the spaghetti tacos
and get right to desert.
-Oh, what are you serving?
-Lips and fresh berries.
-I don't see any berries.
-There are no berries.
-Hey!
-Hey, T-Bo.
How you doing?
Get out.
-I need to use your shower.
-Why can't you shower at your place?
-Because Mrs. Benson don't believe in hot water,
so all they have is a warm water heater.
-So take a warm shower.
-No!
Warm water don't melt T-Bo dirt.
That spaghetti taco?
-Yeah, it is.
Wait, no, they're--
[CRUNCH]
I'm kind of in the middle of a lunch date with Cassie.
-I don't know Cassie.
-Where are you going?
-For a shower.
-But I don't want you-- I'm upset.
-Aw.
It's OK.
-I like your face.
[DOOR OPENS]
-Dog toothpaste?
[BEEP]
-All right.
Nora Dershlit, you may speak on your own behalf.
-Thank you, Judge Moyle.
The word "sorry" doesn't even begin to express how terrible I
feel for, for what I did to the iCarlys.
People who I wanted only to respect me, to like me,
and to accept me as a person and a chicken lover.
I'm not worthy of freedom.
I deserve to rot in my cell.
[SOBBING]
It's not a joyful life, but not much worse than the life
I used to have.
At least now I'm surrounded by other prisoners, so in a way,
(SINGING) I finally have friends.
Oh, I'm sorry, Mum and Dad.
-The victims will now have a chance to speak.
-Thank you, Judge.
Look, Nora, what you did was--
[SOBBING]
Without, without consequences--
[CRYING]
--a person never learns.
[CRYING]
Aw, just let her go.
Let her go.
[WEEPING]
SAM: Sh.
It's OK.
Shut up.
-Want to smell my head?
[INHALES]
-Nora Dershlit, trapping the stars
of a web show in your basement is a serious crime.
But since your victims-- what is that?
-Oh, this is an exact replica of my head.
Is it blowing your mind?
-Yes.
Nora, these nice iCarly kids have
forgiven you for what you did.
And since your live up to this point has been truly pathetic,
this Court takes pity on you.
Nora Dershlit is hereby granted parole
to be immediately released to the custody of her parents.
-Oh, thank goodness!
-Bailiff, remove her handcuffs.
-Ah, Nora.
-Oh, you guys!
[INTERPOSING VOICES]
-(SARCASTICALLY) Yay.
-Oh, I don't know what to say.
After what I did to you iCarlys on my 16th birthday,
you came all the way here today and helped
me regain my freedom.
-Aw, you don't have to thank us.
-We're just happy you're a better person now.
-Oh, I am.
I know I am.
-Come on, Nora, we've got a surprise Norwegian supper
waiting for you back at home.
-Wow!
Truly?
-Yes, baby.
-And we invited all your classmates from school.
[GASP]
-And they're all coming?
-No.
-None of them are.
-Oh, well, Carly, Sam, Freddie, Gibby, Gibby's head,
would you all please come?
-Oh, we got to get back to Seattle--
[INTERPOSING VOICES]
-Well, that's OK.
I guess it'll just be me, my Mum, and my Dad.
-Sorry, I can't make it, baby.
-Why not?
-I want to go camping alone tonight.
-Oh.
I guess it'll just be supper for the two of us then.
-OK, we'll come to your Norwegian supper.
-You will?
All of you will?
-Yeah.
-El bano.
-Oh, yay!
Yay for days.
-Hey, anybody here see my taser?
-Sam?
-Oh, was this your taser?
[BEEP]
CASSIE: Spencer?
SPENCER: Hang on!
I'm just getting my pants ready.
OK.
Hey, Cassie.
-Hey.
[KISS]
Boo!
-Ooh, yay!
You got the new Zombie Death Squad game.
-Uh-huh.
And all the weapons.
-Oh, you genius!
Come on, let's pop this sucker in and hit play.
-Easy, boy.
What's the rush, hm?
[DOOR OPENS]
-I can't take it.
I can't take it.
I cannot take it!
-Dude.
-You know what's really irritating?
-Could it be you!
-No.
Mrs. Benson's making me play Mahjong with her.
Y'all ever play Mahjong?
-Not really, no.
-No.
-It's a terrible game!
What is your name again?
You are fine.
MRS. BENSON: Terrance?
Terrance?
-Oh, here it comes.
-Terrance, are you in here?
-Yes, Mrs. Benson.
I was just telling everyone about our stimulating game
of Mahjong.
-Well, I'm afraid we're going to have to play later.
-Oh, no.
-Oh, you have to leave?
That's too bad.
Bye!
-I'm sorry, but my sister Susan used some new shampoo
that she was allergic to, and now
her scalp is covered with blisters.
I've got to get over there with a wire brush.
-Oh.
-Well, those blisters aren't going to pop themselves.
And we've got zombies to murder.
Oh, look!
There's a door.
You can exit through that one.
-Please keep an eye on our apartment tonight.
I'm going to sleep over at Susan's house.
-No worries, Mrs. Benson.
Would be OK if I vacuumed?
-Terrance, you always know the right thing to say.
[LAUGHTER]
-Drive safely.
Make sure you lock your-- I'd like
to take a wire brush to her.
-My stupid TV broke again.
-Oh, you've got the new Zombie Death Squad game?
-Uh-huh.
Let's take this chiz across the hall to my place.
We'll play it there. -Come on.
Let's go.
-Wait.
-What?
-Why don't we let him play over there.
And you and I could play over here, hm?
-How?
The game's over there!
[BEEP]
-Oh!
I'm home.
This is where I belong, back in the bosom of my youth.
FREDDIE: Heh.
Bosom.
-I know.
[CLUCKING]
NORA: Maurice!
Oh, Maurice, I missed you so much.
Give me some beak.
Aw.
-This place brings back memories, huh?
-Yep.
Hey, Nora.
Remember when your clown had an aneurysm.
Or should I say clowneurysm?
-Yes.
Poor Cramps.
-OK, kids.
We don't need to talk about that terrible day,
not we have this beautiful buffet of Norwegian foods.
-Yeah.
What exactly are Norwegian foods?
-Well, we have lutefisk.
-Lutefisk?
-It's dried codfish soaked in a lye solution for several days.
-That's nauseating.
-Nauseatingly delicious.
-And then we have warm tongue with flan.
NORA: Ooh.
And what about dessert?
Oh!
Beef cookies and cream!
Oh.
-OK, even I can't eat this chiz.
-Hey, there's no way we're going to make
the last train back to Seattle.
-I'll just text Spencer and tell him to come pick us up.
"Hey, pick us up from Nora's at about 9 o'clock."
-Try this monkfish liver.
-"Or sooner."
-Yeah!
Take that, zombies.
Yeah.
He took it.
-Oh, where did my zombie go?
-It's behind you.
-Swing it.
-Ah.
Watch out.
[SCREAMING]
-Zombie teenagers!
-I'm back.
I forgot my wire brush.
-Mrs. Ben-- (LOW VOICE) Mrs. Benson.
[BEEP]
-Ryan Seacrest!
Follow.
-I'm going to have to call you right back.
-It's not a phone.
-Good evening.
-Terrance, you had a party in my home without my permission!
-Uh--
-And what are you wearing?
-Well, you see-- all right, you want the truth?
-Yes.
Right now.
-You, I, OK, nobody calls me Terrance.
I am T-Bo.
T-Bo.
I'm not fancy. (HIGH VOICE) I don't talk like this.
(NORMAL VOICE) I sling smoothies.
I put food on sticks.
And I like a lot of women.
-You lied to me.
-So much.
-Why?
-So you'd rent me the room.
Now this is the real me.
You can either accept me as I am or just tell me to get out.
-Get out.
And take your big axe with you.
[BEEPING]
[CLUCKING]
-And what kind of cream is this?
-It's made from pig's milk.
-I'm done.
-I'm full.
-That's enough of that.
-I love pig's milk.
I love it right from the pig.
[DOORBELL]
-Oh, that must be Spencer.
-I'll fetch him.
[DOORBELL]
-Hi, I'm Spencer Shay.
I know we just met, but I drank a double Big Chug on the way
up here.
And if I don't hit a bathroom in the next 30 seconds--
-Of course.
Mother, would you please show Spencer to our best toilet?
-Certainly.
We just got a new one downstairs.
It's comfort height.
-Any toilet will be fine.
-Come with me.
-Well, Nora, thanks so much for the awesome Norwegian supper.
-Yeah, I guess I've had worse dinners.
-Oh, you're all so welcome.
-Loved the beef cookies.
-And congrats on being released from prison.
-Thank you.
-OK.
I guess this is goodbye.
-Oh, no, it's not.
-Yeah, we really got to get back.
-Yeah.
But you're not gonna.
[DOOR SHUTS AND LOCKS]
-Uh, what are you talking about?
-You children are going to be here for quite a while.
-Yes, you will.
I know you will.
[DOOR RATTLING]
-It's locked.
-Move.
[DOOR RATTLING]
Unlock it, Nora.
-No.
-The windows.
-I don't think you'll be able to get them open either.
-I know how to get a window open.
[SMASH]
-All the windows have been replaced with maxiglass.
They're quite unbreakable.
-Yeah?
Well, I don't think your faces are made out of maxiglass.
-Get 'em, Sam.
-Wow, Carly, I though you cared about your brother.
-Sam, wait.
What are you talking about?
-My new favourite television programme.
-"Jake and the Fat Man?"
-No.
"Wheel of--
-Carly!
-"--Spencer!"
SPENCER: Help!
Help me.
I'm on a wheel.
-Spencer, where are you?
-He's in the basement.
-That's right.
[DOOR RATTLING]
-Spencer!
-I'm afraid the door to the basement is quite locked.
-And if Sam or any of you try to harm me or my mother,
this is what will happen.
[BEEP]
-Whoa.
Wait.
What?
What's happening?
I'm turning.
I'm rotating!
Ah!
I'm turning and I still have to pee.
Ah!
Whoa!
[SCREAMS]
-Spencer!
Spencer!
-Silly Carly, he can't hear you.
-He's in the basement.
-Would you stop that wheel?
-Oh, I'd be glad to.
[SCREAMS]
-Oh, it stopped spinning.
Great.
Now I can puke.
-No need to watch that.
-Don't turn it off.
It was just getting good.
-Nora, you're a nutcase.
-The proper term is disturbed, lonely sociopath.
-Look, dude, we're the ones who got you out of gaol.
-True.
But first, you tainted the memory
of my 16th birthday party.
So now we're going to undo the taint.
Mother, please fetch our party guests.
-BRB.
-You're the one who ruined the memory
of your own birthday party.
-Everything would have cool if you'd
just let us go home afterwards.
-Instead of you and your stupid chicken
locking us in your basement.
-You will never besmirch the name of my chicken.
You apologise to Maurice right now.
[CLUCK]
-Aw, sniff it, Nora.
-I will not sniff it.
But I will give Carly's brother the spins.
[BEEP]
-Oh, no.
It's moving again.
Why is it turning?
What's happening?
Ah!
-Just apologise to the chicken!
[CLUCKS]
[SIGH]
SPENCER: I'm so very dizzy.
-I'm sorry I besmeared your name by calling you stupid
and that I've eaten thousands of your relatives.
[SCREAMS]
[BEEP]
-Thank you, Sam.
Now let's all wear party hats.
There's some right over there.
-We're not wearing party hats.
-Put on the hats!
-Why don't just put on the hats then?
-Wait a second.
Why are guys staring at me?
-You said, wait a second.
-Oh, yeah, There's four of us and one of Nora,
so let's just take the remote away from her.
-Ooh.
Bad idea.
See if any iCarlys make a sudden move,
I hit this special red button and Spencer spins at top speed
until his brain turns to goo.
-Goo?
-Yes, goo.
And you won't be able to stop it.
[SIGH]
-She's really thought this through.
-Yes.
Prison gives a girl lots of time to think, and to plan,
and to not shower.
-Oh, wow.
OK.
Getting weirder.
-Oh.
-Uh, what's going on?
-Well, we can't have a birthday party
without a few more guests.
Now I'll go pick out an eight-track
so we can have some music to, you know, pump up your jams.
-What is she talking about?
-We're recreating Nora's 16th birthday party.
NORA: Yes.
And this time, my party will be perfect.
And it will go on forever and ever and ever.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Dance!
-No!
[BEEPING]
-"So don't worry about me, Mum.
We're all safe at a hotel with Spencer.
Love, Freddie."
Send.
There.
And that takes care of all your cell phones.
-You sick chick.
-I think of myself more as disturbed.
Now, Mother and I will go fetch my birthday cake.
Wait here, children.
-Oh, silly Mother.
They couldn't leave if they wanted to.
[LAUGHTER]
-OK.
What are we going to do?
-I'll tell you what we're going to do.
As soon as those two freaks walk back in here,
[WHOOSH]
-No.
No butter sock.
-Come on, man.
-You can't attack them as long as Spencer's on the wheel
in the basement or else Nora's just going to spin him again.
-And anyway, that butter sock is gross.
-I change the butter once a month.
-Do you really?
-No.
-Man, there is no way to get this window open.
-Hey, I know how Santa Claus would get out of here.
-Oh, the chimney.
-Right?
-That's the one.
-No.
On a reindeer.
-Gibby!
-You idiot!
-We thought you meant climbing up the chimney.
-That could also work.
-Just stuff yourself up there and go for help.
-K, K.
-No, w-w-wait.
The Dershlits will notice he's gone.
-No.
Because Gibby's going to be taking a nap on the couch.
-Perfect.
-Uh, Sam, take the head off that dummy.
-I don't know.
I hate to damage someone else's property.
[SMACK]
[CRASH]
-Come on.
-Hey, be gentle with my head.
All right?
-Get the blanket.
-I don't sleep on my side.
-Shut up, Gibby.
Shut up.
-Give me that.
-Just great.
Cover his butt.
-OK.
Now let's get Gibby up that chimney.
Go, go, go. Come on.
-They're going to be here in just a second.
-Go, hurry, faster.
Faster, come on.
They're going to come back.
Hurry.
-Just wiggle up the chimney like a husky work.
[GRUNTING]
[INTERPOSING VOICES]
-Here they come.
-Go, go, go.
NORA AND MRS. DERSHLIT: (SINGING) Oh, Nora's
a jolly good person, oh, Nora's a jolly good person.
ALL: (SINGING) Oh, Nora's a jolly good person.
-That Freddie is gonna get kissed.
-What?
Those aren't the lyrics.
Aw, come on!
[THUD]
[MOANS OF PROTEST]
[BEEPING]
-Here is your suitcase and some of your items.
-But I don't want to move out.
-I don't give a bird's beak what you want.
Now take your things and leave.
-But, but Freddie needs a male role
model, a man to look up to.
-That's why this country has Tony Danza.
-All right.
Fine.
You want me to leave?
I'll just-- Ha!
Look what I got.
-What's that?
-My lease.
The lease that you and I both signed that says your guest
room here is mine for a whole year.
-This is a restraining order.
It says you must stay at least 100 yards away from some girl
named Portia Sweet?
-Ha ha.
Here.
This is the lease.
And it says you can't kick me out.
-Did you make a copy of this lease?
-No.
I went to the copy place, but Portia was there.
[WHIRRING]
-Dang!
[BEEPING]
[MOANS OF PROTEST]
-Ah.
Yeah.
-You guys just stood there eating
cake while I was tampered with?
-It's really good cake.
[GRUNTING]
-Gibby!
Yeah.
Fresh air, baby.
Now I got to get to the cops.
And then crazy Nora's going to find herself back
in prison where she-- [GRUNTS] Gibby!
And I'm stuck.
[BEEPING]
-Did you enjoy your birthday cake?
-Oh, I did.
I know I did.
-OK, Nora.
Now that you've eaten your birthday cake--
-And my face.
-Can we go?
-Well, of course not!
Gibby hasn't had any cake yet.
-Oh, uh, he's napping.
-Yeah.
He wasn't feeling too well, so still napping.
-No.
It's bad luck if you don't have some birthday cake.
-Well, it's not really your birthday.
-It is, too!
Whether it's technically my birthday or not,
we're all going to pretend it's my actual birthday.
Do you understand?
-Happy birthday.
-Thanks, Carly.
Now Gibby will eat some cake.
Wakey, wakey, time for cakey.
[SCREAMS]
All right.
Where is the real Gibby?
Where is he?
-He--
-Uh.
-He's got to be in this house somewhere.
Fine.
My mother and I will find him.
But this escape attempt will not go unpunished.
-Aw, are you going to kiss me again?
-Oh, somebody's been missing my kissing.
-No, no, no, no.
I just meant--
-Later for now.
-No wait, Nora.
-Nora, stop.
Please.
-Oh!
SPENCER: No, come on.
Not again.
What did I do?
-Gibby!
Show yourself.
-Here, Gibby, Gibby, Gibby.
-Come on, Gibby.
-Oh!
I'm on a wheel.
-I'm stuck in a chimney.
-Wheel.
-Chimney!
NORA: Gibby?
Here, Gibby, Gibby, Gibby.
[CLOCK CHIMES]
[GASP]
-Sam, Sam, Sam.
Fried chicken.
-Uh, I want the leg.
Give me the leg.
Ugh.
What time is it?
-Morning.
-Oh, I love fried chicken in the morning.
-There is no fried chicken.
-Then why'd you wake me?
-Because we're still trapped at Nora's.
Oh.
Look at Freddie.
-What about him?
-Boys are just so cute when they're asleep.
[GRUNT]
-Ah!
What happened?
In five, four, three, two, what happened?
-We're still stuck at Nora's.
-Oh, it's morning.
Where's Gibby with the police?
-I know.
He should have been back here with the cops a long time ago.
-OK, let's not freak out.
Gibby's probably with the police right now.
We just gotta stay cool and have faith in Gibby.
[SNORE]
-Gibby.
Gibby.
[SNORT]
Gibby, Gibby, Gibby, Gibby.
-Uh.
Man, well, how long are we supposed
to stand here and wait for him?
-Well, I'm not sure we have lots of options as hostages.
-Look, Gibby's going to come back
with help and everything's going--
-Ooh, are we talking about our friend Gibby?
Sorry, iCarlys, but he's already been gone for 12 hours.
So it seems Gibby won't be coming to your rescue
this time.
Aw, boo hoo.
Boo hoo!
Wah, wah, wah.
Ha ha.
[DOOR CLOSES]
-Hey, what's going on?
-It's Nora's dad.
-We'll tell you what's going on.
We've been held hostage here all night
by your psychotic daughter.
-And your demented wife.
-And she's been spin torturing my brother.
-It's been a living nightmare. -Well, that's terrible.
-Yeah.
-Correcto.
-Nora, this is supposed to be a party, a birthday
party that will go on forever and ever.
NORA AND MR. DERSHLIT: And ever and ever.
NORA AND MRS. AND MR. DERSHLIT: And ever and ever.
-Oh my god.
NORA AND MRS. AND MR. DERSHLIT: And ever and--
-Hey!
Hey, you kids!
Hey!
Up here.
Yeah, hi.
Can I get a little help?
KID 1: Hey, that's the dude from iCarly.
KID 2: Yeah, that's Gibby.
KID 1: Gibby!
KID 2: Hey, Gibby, take off your shirt.
-No.
I do that less frequently now.
Listen, I'm stuck and I can't move my arms.
I need you guys to call the cops.
KID 1: Let's throw balls at him.
KID 2: Yeah.
-What!
No.
Don't throw balls at me.
I'm completely vulnerable.
Why would you want to throw--
[BOUNCE]
-Ha, ha.
You missed me.
Now you've gotta kiss-- ow!
[LAUGHTER]
This is how you treat an internet star?
Stop it.
[GRUNTS]
[SCREAMING]
[MANIACAL LAUGHTER]
SPENCER: Carly!
[MANIACAL LAUGHTER]
Carly!
-Will you stop spinning my brother?
-No.
-Why?
I sang you "Happy Birthday" like you wanted.
-You were pitchy.
-Well.
[SCREAMING]
SPENCER: Carly!
[GLASS BREAKS]
-Run, Gibby.
-Gibby?
-He's still in the house.
-Check all the bedrooms.
-Here, Gibby, Gibby, Gibby.
-You saw Gibby?
-No.
I threw a glass thing in there to buy us some time.
-Time for what?
-To figure out a way to get us out of this nut hut.
-Why hasn't your freakish mother come looking for us by now?
-She thinks we're with Spencer at a hotel, so why would she--
the chip.
-What chip?
-The one my mum had surgically installed in my head
when I was a toddler.
If it stops transmitting, it triggers an emergency distress
signal on my mum's tracking device
and tells her my location.
-Well, cool.
Then make it stop transmitting.
-Where's the off switch.
-I don't know.
It's in my head.
[SMACK]
Ow!
-(YELLING) Mrs. Benson, help us!
-Sh!
You want the Dershlits to hear you?
-Slapping my head isn't going to make the chip stop working.
-Then what will make it stop working?
-And trigger the emergency signal?
-I guess it'd have to be electrically
shorted out somehow.
-Oh.
The shock pen.
-Oh, the shock pen?
-Is that Spencer's?
-Yeah, I stole it.
See.
-Why'd you steal a shock pen?
-Because I like it, and I didn't have one.
-Where's Gibby?
-Just don't look in your parent's shower.
-The shower!
Mother, Father, Gibby may be showering.
[DOOR SLAM]
-OK, Benson.
I hope this thing is powerful enough to blow that chip.
-No, no, no, no, no.
[PEN HUMMING]
Let Carly do it.
-Why?
-Because Carly cares about me.
At least she'll try to be gentle.
She won't just take that thing and stick it-- Arh.
[ZAPPING]
-Here, give me that.
-What are you doing?
-Just to be sure.
[ZAPPING]
[BEEPING]
-How did you get in here?
-With my key that I'm returning.
-Well, put it on the table and go.
-One sec.
I got to get my shampoo out of the bathroom.
-No!
Just go buy some more.
-Nuh-uh.
I bought that in Jamaica.
You can't even get it here.
-Whatever.
Fine.
Go.
-I don't know why you being all sticky.
I moved out like you told me to.
-Just get your Jamaican sham--
[ALARM RINGING]
-What's that?
[BEEP]
-Oh my god.
Freddie's in trouble.
-How you know?
-I just know.
What if that crazy Nora girl has something again?
-All right.
All right.
Chill your wig.
-I've got to go help Freddie.
-OK. I'll take you.
-I can drive myself.
-No.
It'll be too much traffic.
We'll get there quicker on my motorcycle.
-Oh, OK.
Where are you going?
-To get my $7 bottle of Jamaica My Hair's So Silky.
[BEEPING]
-Aw, come on, Carly, you can do it.
-Come on.
Get in there.
-Yeah, come on, Carly do it.
Come on.
Yeah.
-Ah!
[CHEERING]
-Your turn, Freddi.
-Do it, Freddie.
Get it on there good.
Ha, ha.
-Who plays Pin the Tail on the Birthday Girl?
-Yeah, and why is she wearing the blindfold?
-Just pin the tail on my daughter's butt.
-Yeah.
-OK.
This is out of control.
We've been here for 15 hours and we want to leave.
[DOOR RATTLING]
-Open this door!
-No!
-We may never open that door.
-That's right.
Because my birthday party shall go on forever--
NORA AND MRS. AND MR. DERSHLIT: And ever and ever
and ever and ever and ever.
[CRASH]
-Freddie!
-Mum!
-T-Bo!
-Chicken?
-Freddie!
-Spin the brother.
SPENCER: Oh, no.
Oh, no.
Not again.
-No, stop it.
Give me the remote.
[BARKING]
Stop it.
Sam, get the remote from Nora.
-No.
[GRUNTS]
[SMASH]
[DOOR RATTLING]
-Spencer!
I can't get this stupid door open.
-I've got the key to that.
Move.
Whah!
-Thanks.
[SCREAMING]
-Spencer!
Spencer!
-Carly?
Carly, is that you?
-Yeah.
[SCREAMING]
-Oh, I'm going to vomit so hard.
[SCREAM]
[SMACK]
-That's for breaking my doors.
-Aw, nobody spanks T-Bo.
[SHOUTS]
-Careful, Sam those are sharp.
-So are these!
You girls want a little taste of a fencing Benson?
[SHOUTING]
-Is it stopped?
-Yeah!
-Have I stopped spinning?
[SHOUTING]
FREDDIE: Yeah, Mum, get her.
[SHOUTING]
-You made a hamburger?
-Your mum's got this.
[SHOUTING]
[SMACK]
[SHOUTING]
[THUD]
-I put his robe on him-- backwards.
-OK.
I'm tired of these Dershlits.
-Tired of us?
What does that mean--
[ZAPPING]
MR. DERSHLIT: Oh.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I'm allergic to-- ah!
[ZAPPING]
-I warn you, Sam Puckett, you better-- ah!
[ZAPPING]
-Whoa.
Oh, I am so nauseous.
-It's OK.
You're OK.
-I might puke on your shoulder.
[RETCHES]
I'm sorry I puked on your shoulder.
-It's OK.
Just never talk about it.
-All right.
[CLUCKING]
-Nice work, Mum.
You too, Terrence.
-Aw, give it up, man.
Your mum busted me.
And she kicked me out.
-Aw, you kicked him out?
-Yes.
But I'm kicking you right back in.
-One more time?
-Terrence, T-Bo, you helped save my Freddie,
so you may keep your room in our house for $400 a month.
-Oh, Mrs. Benson.
-Don't touch us!
-What?
What's?
What's happening?
[CLUCKING]
-You want to know what's happening, Nora?
-You and your freak parents are going to prison forever,
CARLY, SAM AND FREDDIE: And ever and ever and ever
-And ever?
CARLY, SAM AND FREDDIE: Yes.
[WHIMPER]
And ever and ever and ever and ever--
[BEEP]
[THUNDER]
ANNOUNCER (ON TV): And kids can help you with it.
Everybody has fun doing this. [PHONE RINGING]
And again, you bake it instead of frying it
so you're saving tonnes of fat.
[CLICK]
-Hey, Dad.
No, it's almost 2:00 in the morning here.
How'd you know?
It was on the news?
No, no.
We're all fine.
Yeah, they took the girl and her parents to gaol, so, you know,
happy ending.
Ha, ha.
I promise.
Carly's up in her bed, safe and sound asleep.
[THUNDER]
-Gibby!
-Hey!
Anyone?
I'm still here!
KID 1: Gibby!
[THUNDER]
-Aw, more balls?
No.
Stop.
No.
DIRECTOR: And action.
-Go to iCarly.com.
DIRECTOR: Faster.
-Go to iCarly.com.
DIRECTOR: Faster.
-Go to iCarly.com.
DIRECTOR: A little faster.
-Go to iCarly.com.
DIRECTOR: Faster.
-Go to iCarly.com.
DIRECTOR: Quicker.
-Go to iCarly.com. DIRECTOR: More speed.
-Go to iCarly.com. -Faster.
-Go to iCarly.com.
-Faster!
-Go to iCarly.com.
[LAUGHTER]
[DING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]