Freddie’s Mom Through the Years! 👀 2007 – 2012 | iCarly
Mrs. Benson, please. I– Because of you, I had to stop
right in the middle of rubbing anti-tick lotion
on Freddie! Mom, I don’t have ticks! They hide in your leg hair. I don’t have leg hair! Which worries me deeply! Uh. Freddie, you didn’t sign
the shampoo agreement. How do I know
if you double pooed? You thought I was kidding. Spencer, you have a stain
on your shirt. Go put on a fresh one.
Ha-ha.
But you’re not my mother. – Mm!
– I’ll put on a clean shirt. Mom, I don’t have a swimsuit. Which is why
I just stopped at mall-mart and bought you this. [laughing] Look, mom– Let’s go. Ohh! Fredward Benson!
Did you get a tattoo? Uh. We told him it was wrong. “Fredward”? Mom, I– – You come with me right now.
– Where? To a doctor
to have that blemish removed! No! Removing tattoos
is extremely painful. So is being the mother
of a delinquent! No, but mom– [arguing] [grunting] [whistle blowing] What? Foul! Come on! [cheering and booing] Out of my way! Do you want a piece of me, Toder?! [fighting] Uh! Hey! Help me! [fighting] [moaning] Got my first aid kit. Wow, that’s large. Thank you. Hold out your hand. Is it gonna sting
’cause I don’t want it to– [screaming] That’s nice.
Bandage. And you know
what’s gonna make you feel even better? Oh, is it from Dr. Lollipop? A visit
from Dr. Sugar-Free Lollipop. Hey. – Lick slower.
– Sorry. Why is the
counter wet and sticky? Oh… well then– I had to– Wet and sticky is very icky. Sticky and wet
makes mommy upset. I don’t know
how to respond to that. Uh. Breaker 1/9. Hi. Sorry to barge–
Freddie, give me that! [sighing] You know I don’t like you
handling tools. – Mom.
– Let’s go. Come on.
I’m trying to live my life. Um, if somebody wants to get
to the mall in time to sit on somebody’s lap
and tell somebody what he wants for Christmas,
somebody better hurry up. Awe, is little Freddie
going to see Santa Claus? No! Let’s go. [sighing] I tried to keep it vague. Well, it didn’t work. You’ve never even seen
an MMA fight. I don’t have to. I know that exposure to violence is very bad
for a teenage boy’s development. – Says who?
– I read it on aggressiveparenting.com.
Freddie, I got you some– [screaming] What the yuck?! – Nothing!
– Mom, I wasn’t! – Nothing! Nothing!
– Nothing! Ah, I was taking
his temperature! What do you mean? See? 98.6 Healthy as a duck!
Bye! – Oh! Oh!
– Carly, don’t leave! She’s beating me
with your underwear! Uh! Mom. Oh, no, no, no.
Mom, mom, please! Oh! No! Mom! Mrs. Benson, you’re
kind of drawing a crowd. Oh, are you all
Freddie’s friends? No, no, no. Mom,
they’re not all my friends.
Who wants to see
his baby pictures? Oh, good. I’ve got a bunch – on my phone.
– Mrs. Benson. Mom, do not show them– There is Freddie
wearing his special diaper. [screaming] Oh and here’s baby Freddie
in the bathtub. [laughing] I’m out! Move! Alright… I’ll just go then. [laughing] [laughing] Mom! You tried to vacuum my ear
while I was sleeping? Please, let me finish. Mom, please leave. After you finish
your vegetables. Oh, my g– You better finish that
with gosh. Dear Gosh,
please make her leave.
Dude, just finish your asparagus so we can get on with the show. Uh. ♪ When a big boy
Eats his vegetables ♪ Don’t sing this song. Right in here. Who are these people? The elderly,
all live in this building. But why are you
bringing them in here? Every apartment
is nearly 100 degrees inside. Yours is the only one
with air conditioning. Why can’t they go somewhere– When temperatures get too high,
the elderly will start to die. Wow, that’s a creepy rhyme. It’s alright. She lives here. – Who are you?
– Gunsmoke. He’s a bodyguard. I hired him
to guard Freddie’s body in case that Shadow Hammer
man shows up here. Gunsmoke fought in three wars. Why would you give me something
worth this much money? So, you’ll do something
for me in return. That seems fair. What do you want me to do? Stop dating Sam. How’d you know? Yes. How did you know? It doesn’t matter. If you want
that bar of palladium, you tell that no good Puckett
to find some other boy to ruin.
You can’t bribe me
to break up with Sam. – But Freddie!
– No chance! [screaming and crying] Nah, I’m just ironing
Freddie’s underwear. No, we’re not renting
bowling shoes. Because I refuse to put my feet
in public footwear. [alarm sounding] What’s that? [alarm sounding] Oh, my God.
Freddie’s in trouble. – How do you know?
– I just know! What if that crazy Nora girl
has done something again. Alright, alright,
chill your wig. – I’ve gotta go help Freddie.
– Okay, I’ll take you. I can drive myself! No. It’ll be too much traffic. We’ll get there quicker
on my motorcycle. Okay. Freddie! Mom! T-Bo! Chicken? [clucking] Freddie! [panting] Careful Sam, those are sharp! So are these! Do you girls want a little taste
of a fencin’ Benson? [fighting] [fighting] [fighting] [screaming] Wha– What the Jack?
What is that? A tick gasser.
Do you know how I used
to give Freddie tick baths? Yeah. Well, now I can get rid
of ticks with this industrial gasser. Industrial? [screaming] You’re gonna feel
a powerful burning sensation! I do! [screaming] What are these scales for? Tell her. Well, what’s the point
of eating nutritious food if we don’t know exactly how much nutrition
our bodies absorb? I don’t understand. We weigh the food
before it goes in. Yeah. Then later we weigh
what comes out. Oh. Oh…
