"And now, Gibby will immerse himself in a giant tub of peanut butter!" Carly exclaimed, as she pulled back a curtain to reveal a large vat labeled "INDUSTRIAL GRADE PEANUT BUTTER."

Sam pitched in, rhetorically asking "Where do we get the peanut butter? It's a mystery. We didn't ask, and our peanut butter guy doesn't tell."

Gibby promptly removed his shirt, looked directly at the camera, and gave it a seductive wink. "This one's for you, ladies," he said with a sultry voice and climbed into the creamy substance.

"I wish this was a vat of bacon grease." Sam said, seemingly out of the blue.

"Why's that?" Carly asked.

"'Cause Momma's HUNGRY!" Sam exclaimed.

Carly just rolled her eyes.

"Like that's anything new," Freddie retorted.

"Can it, Fredward!" Sam shouted back.

"Well, that's all the time we have today for iCarly! Don't talk to strangers!" said Carly.

"Don't forget to brush your feet!" added Sam.

"And don't forget to give your robot a weekly eye exam!" Carly finished.

"And we're clear!" Freddie shouted as he turned off the camera.

Everyone shouted excitedly for no real reason.

[CUE THEME SONG!]

The iCarly crew went downstairs to have a well-deserved snack.

"I can't shake the feeling we're forgetting about something." Sam said while eating a sandwich composed of all of the meat in Carly's fridge.

Suddenly, Gibby came running down the stairs dripping in peanut butter.

"You guys left me in that vat for FOUR HOURS!" he screamed.

"Sorry Gib!" Freddie apologized.

"I would be so mad at you right now if my skin wasn't so smooth!" Gibby said as he rubbed himself all over

Freddie, Carly, and Sam gave each other a disgusted look.

Suddenly, Spencer burst through the door. "Guys! You'll never believe it! On Second Avenue a peanut butter truck crashed into a body lotion truck! Peanut butter and lotion spilling out all over the street!"

Gibby's eyes lit up and he exclaimed "All right! Just what I need!" as he dashed out the door.

"Okay then." said Spencer, looking just as confused as the rest of the bunch. Suddenly, Spencer's phone started to ring. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his PearPhone.

Meanwhile, Carly was surfing the web as Freddie and Sam were in the kitchen arguing about something banal.

"Hey guys, check this out!" Carly said, calling the other two over to check out the news article she found. "Chad Anderson, the first teenager in space, is planning a moon mission scheduled to launch next month! Hey, he's kinda cute!"

"Wow! Momma like!" Sam said, with a cat noise.

"I don't see what the big deal is," Freddie said. "There have been like, six moon missions. Do we really need another?"

Carly and Sam gave him a look. You know the one.

"Guys! I just got off the phone with my buddy Socko!" Spencer excitedly interrupted.

"Well, what did he say?" Carly asked.

"His cousin Luna got us four tickets to go to the moon with Teen Astronaut Chad Anderson next month!" Spencer shouted, jumping up and down with excitement.

Carly and Sam's eyes lit up and they immediately joined in. Freddie was not quite as excited, but was excited nonetheless.

"I'll bring my camera! We'll be the first webcast from the moon!" he said, thrilled to be going to the moon, but not thrilled to be spending it with Chad.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Gibby stepped in covered in what looked to be body lotion and peanut butter, but on closer inspection turned out to be school glue and manure. The unbearable smell was reflected on every face in the room. "Why would you lie to me like that?" Gibby asked Spencer with a look similar to that of a sad puppy.