The Scranton branch had $4,300 to blow -- in one day. Otherwise, they would lose the cash on next year's budget.
Sadly, the money wouldn't go to the party planning committee. However, plenty of Dunder-Mifflin-ites had ideas on how to spend the money. Oscar wanted a new copier. Pam wanted new chairs for all. And Toby wanted an air quality test.
Stanley backed Pam. Jim backed... drumroll... not Pam! Toby was just sent back to his hole. (Welcome back, Toby!)
So the office was split -- it was so on. It was also the best day of Michael's life. Everyone was trying to win his favor and the cash. The guys tag-teamed to take Michael out to lunch. Pam dolled herself up and allowed Michael to shake his rump in $9 boy's pants at her. I would say she should have been declared the winner right after.
However, Michael didn't know he could turn in the money and get a bonus. Also, the office didn't know about Michael's love of Burlington Coat Factory. ("You go in there with $645 and you are literally a king.")
Other great Michael moments:
In other "Office" news, Andy and Angela got a tour of Schrute Farms. It needs a few tweaks before the wedding, such as a new toilet trench. Thankfully, the manure covers up the smell of the slaughterhouse though. Still, nothing says love like slaughterhouse. Or a butter sculpture. Schrute offers a cow, a goat or a sheep. Of course, Angela wants a cat.
On the trip, Andy stepped in poo a total of two times -- once in the barn and once in the kitchen. How can you blame the guy? He must be legally blind. There's no other explanation as to why he doesn't see what's going on between his betrothed and the host-master. Still, Dwight using an American born German-speaking minister to marry Angela right in Andy's face was pretty funny.
We also got a Mose sighting, which always makes for a good episode. It was short and sweet. Well, not for Andy, who got beaned by Mose's basketball pass.
The office got chairs, and we are getting one more episode before the holiday. Break out the party hats because next week is a "Moroccan Christmas." See you then. -- Rachel Cericola
so informative, thanks to tell us.
-- Posted by: DedoVioheds at September 29, 2010 6:48 PM