The Joke's On You Icarly Novels & Stories

"I guess we're not allowed to order any drinks without upsetting wannabe George Lopez?" "Hey, motherfucker," Oscar said. "That's fucking racist." "Why?" I asked. "Because you stole that second joke of yours from the third season of his show, or because you can't actually think of anything funny to say?" "What, hey, I didn't steal any jokes!" Oscar fumed. "Alright, dude," you said. "Don't freak out. Just go watch the show, I'm sure you just did it by accident." "What the fuck? Hey, security, get this punk out of here," Oscar said.

“I have nothing to feel guilty about! You’re overthinking.” “Turn your phone over. Let me see what he said.” “…He just made a joke.”

she replies, still smiling. I take a deep breath and clear my throat. "So, I've been thinking...why did the tomato turn red?" She arches an eyebrow, looking at me curiously. "I don't know. Why?" "Because it noticed the salad dressing!" I exclaim triumphantly, bursting into a wide grin. My joke was met with deadpan silence for what felt like an eternity. Then suddenly, her face lit up and she burst out laughing uncontrollably. "Oh my goodness! That was so corny!"

Cara's POV "What ?" I asked, my eyes wide as i tried to let it all in. He just shrugged in return. I almost chocked on my saliva. Oh god. I took in a deep gulp of air, "Please tell me this is one of your jokes." I said. He shook his head with a smile, "Sadly, no."

Liam cracked a joke he’d heard from one of the Tv shows he watched back at home. ‎ ‎Ivy immediately flushed red. “Liam?!” ‎ ‎Aiden barked out a surprised laugh while Liam awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, "Good one!" the elder bellowed, impressed at Liam’s wits and sense of humor despite his young age. ‎ ‎“What?” Liam muttered defensively towards Ivy. “It’s true.” Liam felt smug at the perfect execution and the smooth reception of his joke. ‎ ‎Ivy groaned in embarrassment while Aiden chuckled warmly beside her.

She thought I did not understand her and gave an even bigger smile as she said, "So filthy, so smelly, so gross." I asked coldly, "Who are you calling that?" Though I was from the countryside, I went to school as a child. A teacher taught me Drakovian back then. Caroline had not expected me to understand—her face turned ghostly pale. Even though the others did not understand what she said, they could tell it was not nice. Miranda got angry. "Caroline! Enough with your broken Drakovian. Apologize to your aunt and take your food back to your room!"

“Hmm?” “If you keep talking like a LinkedIn motivational speaker, I’m going to throw up all over your father’s car interior.” He turned, blue eyes dropping to my face. “My joke was good.” “Your joke sounds like it was raised in a boardroom.” “That’s slander.” “That’s autobiography.”

They didn’t know me, or my sense of humor. "See you tomorrow," Rocco said quickly, and then they ducked out. I was still grinning broadly as I walked to the front door. Locking it up, I turned to find Jesse eyeing me suspiciously. "It was a joke," I told him. He growled. "Seriously, it was just a joke. My lips are lonely, but not that lonely." Jesse jumped up on his back legs, plopped his front paws on my shoulders, and licked me right across the lips. I shoved him off, spitting and gagging.

"How are you seeing everything? It's dark," "I eat a lot of carrots," he says casually. "Is that supposed to be a joke?" I looked back at him, making sure to lift my feet higher with every step. I crack a smile, shaking my head. "If yes, it's lame," I pointed out. "It made you smile," he pointed out. I rolled my eyes, realizing too late that I was a lot calmer than I was when this started.

The joke's on me. It didn't work.