- ♪
- Why are we in trouble?
- Hush.
- Can't you just tell us what we did?
- I don't know what you did and if I did know,
I still wouldn't tell you, so, ha ha ha ha.
- [indistinct arguing]
- You're always getting in trouble.
- You're always pointing your finger at me like that.
What are you guys doin' here? - You tell us.
- I'm sure it has something to do with you.
- I haven't done one bad thing this week.
- Oh, please.
I know you put that big snapping turtle
in the teachers' toilet.
- You got it on video? - No.
- Then I didn't do it.
- Why are we in trouble? - Stop asking that.
- Principal Franklin just asked us
to bring you all here.
Now, Sam-- - Attack!
Help! I'm bein' attacked by a teacher.
- Hey, hey, people, people, people!
Cheese 'n rice.
You can put your bat away.
Thank you for bringing them here.
- Our pleasure.
- What are you gonna do to 'em?
- This is a private matter.
- We miss all the good stuff.
I don't deserve this, you know.
- Now... - Why are we in trouble?!
- You're not. I just need a favor.
- What? You need someone hurt?
- No.
- You want someone to disappear?
Because my uncle Carmine can-- - No.
My daughter's birthday is coming up,
and she is a huge fan of iCarly.
- Oh.
Well, then I bet she's pretty.
- So what's the favor? - Well, I thought it would be, you know, neat if I could say
happy birthday to her on iCarly.
- Oh, sure. - Really?
- Uh, the boy doesn't make the decisions, all right?
We need to uhh--could you--?
- Certainly.
- Should we?
- Well, yeah, but our next show's already full.
- So we'll bump something. - Fine, let's bump Gibby.
- Oh, no, he got his hair done up all special.
- Whatever, we'll make it work. - Okay.
- Um, sure, we'd love to have you on the show.
- Great. Oh, man, Emily's gonna be so excited.
- Principal Franklin. - FRANKLIN: Yes?
- Here's your ointment.
- Thank you. - Everything all right?
- Yes, it's just that the other day,
while using the teacher's restroom,
I was bitten by a turtle.
- Well bye. - Good luck.
- Pantalones.
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 ♪
♪ And the time to 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 ♪
♪ Leave it all to me, just leave it all to me ♪
- Hello? - Y'over here.
- Oh, hey. Where's Carly and Sam?
- Upstairs.
Carly's takin' a shower and Sam's up there
puttin' Gibby in a toga.
- Oh, Gibby.
- He got his hair done up all special.
- I know.
What's that, new sculpture? - SPENCER: Nah.
This is a mechanical bull.
It has all the rage and power of a real bull.
- So what's it for? - For to ride.
See, you sit on it, and then you power it up
and it like whips you all around in a frenzy of mechanical jerks
and spasms. - Oooh.
- Yeah, and you try to hang on and not get thrown off.
I found it in the junkyard.
- What's that stuff stickin' outta the top there?
- I dunno...
I'm not sure I've got all the parts in the right places yet.
You want a little preview? - Sure, why not?
Yeah, have fun sittin' on that.
- Now, you all know my brother Spencer is an artist
who makes insanely awesome sculptures.
- It's true, he do.
- Now check out this new one he made just a few weeks ago.
- We call it... - BOTH: Those Gigantic Pants.
- This gigantic pants sculpture was made by Spencer...
- ...along with some actual prisoners...
- Two of which tried to escape by--
- FRANKLIN: Hello!
- Uh-oh, is there another prisoner in there?
- Nope, that's not a prisoner.
- It's our very own Principal from Ridgeway High School...
- BOTH: Principal Franklin.
- Principal Franklin, welcome. - All right, yeah.
- High five. C'mon!
Now, is there some special reason why you're here?
- Yes, there is, Carly and Sam.
I'm here to say a special happy birthday
to one of your biggest fans, my daughter Emily.
- You hear that, Emily?
- Happy birthday from all of us at iCarly.
- Now let us celebrate with the dropping of balloons...
- ...and multicolored feathers.
All right!
- Okay, bull, prepare to be ridden.
But I warn you, when I was a kid, I used to ride
a very rambunctious pony named Princess
and he could never throw me off.
We'll start with level one.
La bamba!
Wooo.
This is fun.
Yeah.
- [bull growls]
- So that's how it's gonna be.
- [bull growls]
- Now, Emily, since we have your dad right here with us...
- And since it's your birthday...
- We thought you might be psyched to see him play...
- One of the most popular games we do here at iCarly.
- ELECTRONIC VOICE: ♪ Hey, hey. Hey, What Am I Sitting on? ♪
- Okay, Principal Franklin.
- Are you ready to sit on somethin' weird?
- Yes, I'm looking forward to it.
- Gibby, the blindfold, puh-leeze.
- [applause]
- Nice hair.
- Thanks, I had it done up all special.
- CARLY: Okay, can you see? - I see nothing.
- Excellent. Now come this way to...
- Okay, now, before you sit...
- We're gonna show the freaks at home
the secret item you'll be sitting on.
- Very good. - The secret item is...
- FREDDIE: Fudge balls.
- Shh.
- Okay, Sam, fill the chair of wonder.
- Filling the chair of wonder.
- And 60 seconds on the Gibby.
- FREDDIE: 60 seconds.
- Okay, Principal Franklin, you have 60 seconds to tell us
what you're sitting on.
- My butt is ready. - Okay, then.
Come around here. - Come around.
Sit just right there.
- Perfect. - Good job.
- Okay. - BOTH: Go!
- Uhhh--they feel kind of round.
Is it--is it golf balls? - No, not golf balls.
- FRANKLIN: Is it dumplings? - No, no, no, nope.
C'mon, keep guessing.
- All right bull, you might throw me,
but now you can't hurt me.
Hey Jude!
- [bull growls]
- Aah, aah, aah!
You hurt me bad.
- Ten seconds! - Candy?
- Okay. Yes, yes, it is candy, candy.
What kind of candy? - Fudge?
- Yes, fudge. What kind of fudge?
- Fudge balls! - Yeah. Woo-hoo.
- ALL: [cheering]
- SAM: Yeah! Yeah, Principal Franklin!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Okay, that's all for this iCarly.
- Special thanks to our very own Principal Franklin
for being here.
- Thank you, guys, and happy birthday again, Emily.
- Oh, and remember...
- ...no fudge balls were harmed during this web show.
- Yeah, they were. - Oh, right, a man sat on them.
- Uh-huh. - Well, bye!
- Arreevo.
- And we are clear.
- Woo-hoo.
- ♪
- FREDDIE: Sam, Sam!
Are you ready for this? - Sure, tell me.
- FREDDIE: The last iCarly broke our record
for most viewers ever.
- SAM: 900,000 people watched?
- FREDDIE: Yes, ma'am. - What?
That's insane. Principal Franklin!
- Guess what? - Yes?
- The last iCarly you did with us...
- It was our most popular one ever.
- Ever. - Oh, that's--that's wonderful.
- What's the matter? - What's wrong?
- My boss, Superintendent Goreman,
it wasn't so popular with him.
I've been fired.
- BOTH: What? Why?
- Dude, we gotta stop doin' that.
- Why would he fire you?
- He said it's unbecoming of a Principal
to emerge from gigantic pants and to willingly sit
on fudge balls.
- But it was just for fun. - You were hilarious.
- Thanks, but he disagrees.
- Oh, yes, sir. - Indeed.
- You guys be good, all right?
- C'mon.
Hey, Superintendent Goreman.
- What do you want? - Whoa, deep voice.
Can I feel your Adam's apple? - Sam.
- What are you--? Just stop that.
- Careful, Superintendent. - She's dangerous.
- You didn't need to fire Principal Franklin.
- He rocks at his job.
- I don't need children telling me my business.
- You need someone. - Easy.
- Now get to class, Puckett. - Yeah, you too, Benson.
- Were we talkin' to you two?
- Young lady, you will speak to your Principals
in a respectful tone.
- What? - Them?
- Ms. Briggs and Mr. Howard are your new co-principals.
- Now get to class.
- Yeah.
- Does the cafeteria have chicken tots?
- Yes, sir. - Indeed.
- Take me to them.
- The two meanest teachers in school
are our new co-principals.
Sam?
- I need to hit something. - Okay, okay.
Just uhh, just hit my backpack. - You sure?
- Yeah, I got four text books and two sets
of gym clothes in here, do it.
Aah, aah.
- Uh.
- ♪
- Ugh, I can't believe school actually got worse.
- Shh. - Be quiet.
- I don't wanna be quiet, I hate these clothes!
Wearin' blue and khaki makes me feel like a nub.
No offense to you and the other nubs of the world.
- You better not criticize the dress code out loud.
- Why, it's not like they're gonna hear me?
And how come we gotta--
- MS. BRIGGS: Sam Puckett,
to the Principal's Office.
- Huh? Why? - MS. BRIGGS: I heard you.
- [bell ringing]
- Y'know, Carly, being Freddie Benson,
I think Ms. Briggs and Mr. Howard are doing
a great job as our new co-principals.
[whispering] I'm so scared.
- Hi, guys. - Hey, Gibby.
- How's it goin'? - Bad.
Mr. Howard just gave me detention.
- For what? - For being too "Gibby".
- How can you be "too Gibby"? - That's what I said.
But, you know, not everybody gets me.
- MR. HOWARD: Oh, I get you, Gibby.
I get you like a rash.
The question is: how do I get rid of you?
- Baby powder?
- That's double detention.
- But baby powder gets rid of rashes.
- Triple detention.
- Volcano!
- Don't you think you were a little too hard on him?
- What makes you say that? - Well, he is vomiting.
- You, wipe that look off your face.
- This isn't a look. It's just my face.
- Well, you should get your money back.
- Okay, we've gotta get Principal Franklin his job back.
- Shhh! Don't say that. - Carly Shay.
- Ohhhh.
- MS. BRIGGS: To the Principal's Office.
- Coming.
[whispering] I'm so scared.
- Freddie's got ya.
- ♪
- Hey, you're Bucky? - I know that.
- Well, I really appreciate you comin' over.
Y'know you're the only guy in Seattle
that teaches bull riding?
- Where can I spit?
- Spit?
Uh--well, there's a trash can over there in the kitchen.
I'll go-- or you could do that.
- BUCKY: So this is your bull machine.
- Yeah, you know how to ride it?
- Boy, I've ridden real bulls that would make this thing
look like a fat lady's purse.
- I see.
- Real bulls that kick and spit and buck
and try to stomp your chest 'til you ribs are broke
and you're coughin' up blood and mucus.
- I just wanna learn to ride this.
- Wow, that is so disgusting.
- If you wanna learn how to ride a bull,
then you gotta learn to think like a bull.
- Well, my dad always said I was bull-headed.
You would hate my dad.
- Get down on your hands and knees.
- I'm sorry? - Get down.
- 'kay.
- Now when I climb on ya, I want you to try
to throw me off.
- Climb?, oh no, I don't think this is a good idea.
- You wanna learn to ride that tin can of a bull
or don't ya? - I'm not sure anymore!
- Try to throw me off.
- Okay.
- Yeehaw!
C'mon boy, you can do better than that.
- I dunno. This is so new to me.
- BUCKY: Yeehaw!
- Aah.
- ♪
- Okay, everybody settle down.
Listen up, please.
- Quiet!
- Okay.
We all know why we're here.
We've gotta find a way to get Principal Franklin
his job back.
Shawn?
- If I come up with a plan
that helps us achieve this goal...
- Yeah?
- Would you consider being my girlfriend?
- If you come up with a plan that completely smoothes out
the Middle East, I'm not going to be your girlfriend.
- All right, we called Principal Franklin
and he should be here any second.
So when he gets here, I want you guys--
- You wanna buy a donut?
- No, we're having a meeting.
- Why'd you stick the donuts on that way?
- What are you sayin'?
- Well, they're donuts.
They have a hole right in the middle.
- But you put the stick through the sides.
- Man, this is embarrassing.
- He's here!
- ALL: [cheering]
- So what's this about?
- We want Briggs and Howard out.
- Yeah!
- And we want you back as our Principal.
- Yeah!
- Would you be my girlfriend for just one hour
to prove to my mom-- - Shawn!
- Look kids, I'm flattered that you all miss me,
but Superintendent Goreman made it very clear.
- I know, but he's gonna be at school tomorrow--
- And we're trying to come up with some kinda plan--
- Guys, I'm not interested in playing games.
Anyway, Goreman's not the kind of man
who changes his mind.
- You wanna buy a donut?
I fixed 'em.
- No, thanks, but could you point me
toward a restroom? - Over there.
- Hey, I got a plan that might work.
- So? He doesn't want us to do anything, so what's the point?
- I dunno, maybe we can talk him in
to tryin' somethin' when he comes back out.
- He didn't seem too into it.
- Hey, T-Bo! Large smoothie, Blueberry Blitz.
- B Blitz.
- Oh, hey. - Why are you here?
I thought you had a bull riding lesson.
- I did and my teacher put his butt on me.
I don't ever wanna think about him
or that stupid bull ever again.
Augh, that thing is just a big, vicious torture machine.
- Interesting.
- Would you agree to be digitally photographed with me?
- No, Shawn!
- ♪
- They're right behind me. - Get under the desk.
- Okay.
- You?
What are you doing in that chair?
- We'll deal with her later? Where's the shirtless boy?
- He's in the closet.
- Gibby. - Gibby, come out.
- Come out here. Gibby! - MS. BRIGGS: Gibby.
- MR. HOWARD: Where are you? - MS. BRIGGS: You can't hide.
- Gibby! - [knocking]
- MR. BRIGGS: Let us out! - MR. HOWARD: Open this door!
Unlock this door, now!
- Push like a man!
- GIBBY: Ooooh. - MR. BRIGGS: This is not funny.
Both of you are in big trouble.
- Attention, attention. The meatballs are in the sauce.
- Ooh, that sounds good. - Shh.
- The meatballs are in the sauce.
The meatballs are in the sauce. - He just got out of his car.
- Let's do it!
- ♪
♪
- SHAWN: He's here!
- Hey, hey!
What's going on here?
You, you there. - Blow it!
- GUY #1: Game's on! Yeah! - GUY #2: Let's go, bulldogs!
- GUY #1: Yeah, get 'em up.
- GUY #2: Let's do it, go!
- GOREMAN: Turn it off!
Stop this thing!
Turn it off!
- [laughter]
- Stop this thing!
- What's happening?
- Oh, my God.
- Stop this thing.
Turn it off.
- This is how you run a high school?
- No, sir. - Absolutely not.
- Control these students.
- Everybody, settle down.
- [indistinct cheering, talking]
- Everybody calm down right now!
I am very disappointed in you kids.
- We just wanted to show Superintendent Goreman
that you were a better Principal--
- I told you I didn't wanna play games.
Now all of you, get to class, right now.
- Not you three.
- Why are you here, anyway?
- I came to pick up my last check,
if it's all right with you.
If you'll excuse me.
- Ted, why don't you stay?
Please.
- Harold, remember last night, the casserole.
- Please, my wife finally thinks I'm not a loser.
- Well you are. You too.
Now both of you, get going while you still have your teaching jobs.
- Better hurry along.
- Go.
- You'll stay?
- Sure. - Arriba!
- Welcome back.
- Okay, you have no idea how psyched we are that you're back.
- You're in big trouble, Carly, and so are you two.
I was very clear yesterday when I told you all-- - Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What, what? - He's gone.
- I love you guys.
- Yeah. Yeah. Wooo.
- [cheering] Yay, yay, uh-huh.
- [cheering] Yeah! Yeah! Woo-hoo!
- Hi, Carly, hi, Sam. It's Julie -- here.
I made you guys a beat, so I hope you like it.
[imitates drum beat]
♪ I know you'll see-- ♪
♪ Somehow the world will change for me-- ♪
♪ And be so wonderful-ful ♪
♪ Live life, breathe air-- ♪
♪ I know somehow we're gonna get there-- ♪
♪ And feel so wonderful-ful-ful ♪
- [timer dings] - MAN: Mmm!
- ♪