*PART ONE*

*Disclaimer--I do not own iCarly.

Prologue

"And before we go tonight," said Carly, "Sam and I want to ask a little something of you--"

"The viewers," cut in Sam.

"--who motivate us to keep iCarly on the web!"

"It's all you!" said Sam, pointing both her fingers into the camera.

"It certainly is!" said Carly, eyes wide.

"So we wanna make a special request of you viewers."

" So here we go! So, Sam?"

"So, Carly?"

"Have you noticed that in Seattle there is a very large population of dirty squirrels?"

"Why, yes," said Sam, looking into the camera. "Yes, I have!"

"So it must be that way everywhere else!"

"Because Seattle can't be the only place in the world with dirty squirrels."

Freddie chuckled.

"That's why we want you," said Carly, now talking into the camera, "the viewers of this spectacular web-cast, to join the Shampoo-a-Squirrel Organization!"

"Started by me, Sam!"

"Me, Carly!"

"And our technical producer, Freddie!"

Freddie turned the camera around to face him. He grinned. "Hello!"

"Yeah, yeah, let's turn the camera back to the attractive ones, Fredward," Sam said.

Freddie rolled his eyes, but turned the camera back around to view his two friends.

"The Shampoo-a-Squirrel Organization is a group made up of teen viewers like yourselves made to help give squirrels a hygiene boost!"

"Because all nature deserves to be clean."

"You wash your dog," said Carly

"Your cat washes itself," said Sam.

"But the question we want answered," said Carly.

"Is this."

Both yelled, "Who washes the squirrel?"

"I am a proud squirrel shampoo-er," said Sam.

"And we want you guys to be, too!"

"So just come here, to , and click on the squirrel logo at the top right-hand corner of the screen."

"Type in your screen name, age, and you are officially a member of the Shampoo-a-Squirrel Organization!"

"Then, the next time you see a squirrel," said Sam, "shampoo it!"

"Shampoo that squirrel, girl!" Carly howled.

"So, until next time," said Sam, "I'm me!"

"And I'm me!"

"Bye!"

"Bye!"

Both girls waved as the Random Dancing tune began to play and the lights began to flash. Then, they Randomly Danced until Freddie called, "And we're clear!"

"Yeah!" Carly and Sam slapped hands, and then went over and each high-fived Freddie.

"Nice job, ladies," Freddie said, setting his camera down on the side of his tech cart.

"Thanks," Carly said. "That was a really good show!"

"I know!" said Sam. "The Save-a-Squirrel thing was awesome!" She pumped a fist in the air as she said this.

"Yeah, now viewers will know how quirky you really are," Freddie spat.

"Watch it, Freddie," Sam snarled. "Mama can break a bone when she needs to."

"Oh, like you would," said Freddie, but he shuddered. True, Sam was his worst nightmare, except the fact that he was awake. For many hours a day, Sam was near him. She was laughing over the most ridiculous things, trying to prove her theory true that Gibby was a mermaid, and trying to get out of giving oral book reports. And yet Freddie never felt angry at her. He told himself, whenever he noticed this, that it was because they had been friends for so long. Well…not friends, he would think. Mutual friends of Carly.

And Freddie had been in love with her for so long.

Carly, he thought immediately, not Sam! He tried not to even think of he and Sam as friends, let alone…well. More than that. If the word 'Sam' was ever mentioned in the same sentence as the word 'girlfriend', Freddie had to try to hold down his stomach.

And his palpitating heart.

This is my first fanfiction post. I know it's short, but I felt obligated to crank something out before the premiere of iSaved Your Life. Comments, questions, constructive criticism? Read and Review!