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Spots were dancing across Freddie's vision as the hands of the woman with Carly's mother's face closed tighter about his throat.

He almost missed the detail of his kitchen landline's handset and cord suddenly wrapping about his assailant's neck.

She was yanked upright from behind. Releasing him, she dug fingers at the overextended curly cord.

"Wha'the?" the assassin turned just in time to see a crazy-eyed blonde girl finish wrapping her own arm with the extra-long cord and—grinning devilishly—dove shoulder-first through the window next to her.

Shattering glass and the snap! of her neck were the last things she heard as her body was violently pulled across the room to hang up on the Benson's kitchen island, scattering everything from the top of it with multiple crashes.

The phone line snapped taut for several seconds before going slack as a distant second crashing of glass reached the boy's ears.

He was still raggedly drawing breath as Sam rushed back into the apartment.

"Freddie! Freddie! Breathe, boy, breathe! You okay?"

He hacked out, "Hh'm okey… Hww deed…?"

"Remember that time Gibby dared me to use the phone cord to rappel down to the apartment below?"

"Y'di'inn!"

"I knew it would hold long enough to arrest my fall and swing me through the window," the girl patted his upper back with a grin.

The boy looked at her like she grew a second head, "Y'cray'y!"

"I know. Crazy's served me well so far. But we gots t'get outta here. According to Carls, there're bound to be more clones of her mother around. Apparently they usually roam in packs. Where's the iCarly pearbook?"

"Clones?!" Fred looked like he expected to see Sam grow yet another head. "Of her MOM??"

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dieCarly

Spots were dancing across Freddie's vision as the hands of the woman with Carly's mother's face closed tighter about his throat.

He almost missed the detail of his kitchen landline's handset and cord suddenly wrapping about his assailant's neck.

She was yanked upright from behind. Releasing him, she dug fingers at the overextended curly cord.

"Wha'the?" the assassin turned just in time to see a crazy-eyed blonde girl finish wrapping her own arm with the extra-long cord and—grinning devilishly—dove shoulder-first through the window next to her.

Shattering glass and the snap! of her neck were the last things she heard as her body was violently pulled across the room to hang up on the Benson's kitchen island, scattering everything from the top of it with multiple crashes.

The phone line snapped taut for several seconds before going slack as a distant second crashing of glass reached the boy's ears.

He was still raggedly drawing breath as Sam rushed back into the apartment.

"Freddie! Freddie! Breathe, boy, breathe! You okay?"

He hacked out, "Hh'm okey… Hww deed…?"

"Remember that time Gibby dared me to use the phone cord to rappel down to the apartment below?"

"Y'di'inn!"

"I knew it would hold long enough to arrest my fall and swing me through the window," the girl patted his upper back with a grin.

The boy looked at her like she grew a second head, "Y'cray'y!"

"I know. Crazy's served me well so far. But we gots t'get outta here. According to Carls, there're bound to be more clones of her mother around. Apparently they usually roam in packs. Where's the iCarly pearbook?"

"Clones?!" Fred looked like he expected to see Sam grow yet another head. "Of her MOM??"