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"I'm out of ideas. Will that fill up our time?" Carly asked. Freddie shook his head.

"We need one more segment…, and not a rib eating contest!" Freddie exclaimed, cutting off Sam's suggestion.

"Then I got nothin'. Is Spencer doing anything good right now?" she asked.

:He won't be here for the show. We could invite Gibby to do something."

"Last week," Freddie sighed. "I hate to say this, but we need to come up with something new. We've done enough pranks and random dancing to bore the audience. We've got to do something else."

"We could…go to a different location," Sam offered.

"Where?" Freddie asked. Sam shrugged and grabbed another piece of chicken. Carly sighed as her cell phone buzzed.

"I have to go. Call me with any new ideas," Carly whispered. Sam and Freddie nodded and watched her leave. As soon as she was gone, Freddie took the remaining space beside Sam.

"I say we…"

"I'm not speaking to you," Sam said sternly.

"What, Care Bear?"

"I'm sick of lying to her! We told her nothing happened, but you're making it something! I'm stopping it right now."

"But Care Bare…"

"But nothing! I should beat the sauce out of you on the show."

"There's our idea!"

Sam and Freddie offered the idea to Carly, who widely accepted the idea. So, Carly took control of the camera and watched Sam beat the sauce out of Freddie. The audience loved it and had no idea that they didn't know what to do. The day was saved by Sam's hate.