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- Andy's coming back today.

Andy's coming back today. Ha!

Andy's coming back today.

David wallace sent him on an outward-bound

wilderness adventure for a whole month

to make him more decisive and confident.

He sent his own son too.

And the counselor said they both grew up big-time.

- How was my summer? It was pretty mixed.

I invented a new power drink made of beet run-off.

Mmm. Mmm! So that's really good.

But I got some disappointing medical news.

- Mr. Schrute, the results are in.

You're not the father. - I told you.

Oh, god! Oh, my god!

- Oh, what a summer.

An emotional roller coaster.

I ran over a turtle in the parking lot.

[whimpering]

But then I saved him by gluing his shell back together.

But I'm not that good at puzzles...

- Oh, that piece doesn't go there.

- Shh.

So I patched him with stuff from around the office.

But I couldn't get the pieces to fit right.

Then, one day, while I was reaching for the glue,

I crushed his shell again.

But I rebuilt him even better that time.

But it turned out the turtle was already dead.

Probably when I ran over him the first time.

- For us, um... nothing new, really.

The kids are great.

- You are really good at modesty.

She's a genius. She painted this incredible mural

in the kids' room.

There's a hippo leading a parade of 500 children--

- Okay, well, you had that interesting thing.

- Oh... yeah.

- Yes, Jim's friend is starting a new company

based on this idea that Jim had

when they were back in college.

- It's sports marketing, basically,

but the athletes are partners.

- And he wanted Jim to be a partner too.

- In Philly, so... that doesn't really work

for the family.

But watch this guy make a billion dollars off my idea.

- He said if it takes off, he's gonna buy us a new car.

- An Altima or better.

- Kelly Kapoor is gone.

Her fianc�, Ravi, was hired as a pediatrics professor

at Miami University.

- I don't need 'em anymore.

I am going to Miami, bee-yotches,

to hang with Lebron James and Gloria Estefan.

- Miami University in Ohio.

On her last day, Kelly was still a little

confused about it.

- Enjoy the snow, losers. - I'm so happy for you, Kelly.

- Shortly after Kelly left, Ryan quit

and also moved to Ohio,

for what he claimed were unrelated reasons.

- I've actually done a lot of market research,

and it turns out that southwestern Ohio

is going to be the next Silicon Valley.

They call it the Silicon Prairie.

It's a big university town, and, uh...

it's not garbage, it's my clothes.

- And that was our summer.

- We good? - Yeah. Thanks.

- Don't you guys have everything?

I mean, it's just a paper company.

- Well, we're more following you guys

to see how you turn out.

- Oh, yeah, I guess we were

kind of dramatic in the beginning.

Well, I don't think anything's gonna change in our lives now.

With work and two kids, there's just--

nothing interesting's gonna happen to us

for a long, long time.

[cheerful music]

? ?

- Andy's coming back today.

- Hey, uh, does anybody know

where we throw these out?

- Oh, my god.

It's called a garbage can. - Helpless.

- There's two new guys back there with me now.

They're in their 20s, and we really get along.

- Looking good.

- Just three single guys... getting into trouble.

- They're like the new Jim and Dwight.

- [chuckles]

- Oh, yes, yes. I see that. Perfect.

- Hey, new Jim, come sit on my face.

- No, thank you. My name's Pete.

- No, Pete is not the new Jim.

The only thing we have in common is that

neither of us wants to sit on Meredith's face.

And if that makes him the new Jim,

then every human being in the world is the new Jim.

- Andy's here! Old Dwight, New Dwight, Andy's here.

New Jim, Tuna, Andy's here. Pam, he's here.

[squeals] - Hey! Ahh.

Wow, I thought about this place a lot when I was on solo.

Three days on a mountain, it'll change you.

[chuckles] The things we think we need.

Clocks. Yeah, right.

- It sounds amazing. Tell us all about it.

- What are you still doing here?

- Wonderful, thanks.

- You know, I had this really funny dream

during Outward Bound that you died.

[laughs] - Brilliant.

- See me in my office later.

The new guys. All right.

Clark and, um... - Pete.

- Da da da da...

in Outward Bound, it was all about nicknames.

They called me Iceman.

You will be called "Plop."

- What--why?

- 'Cause you're always taking dumps.

- No, I'm not.

- Come on, everybody defecates.

Relax, Plop. You will be called "Fart"

because you fart all the time. - I love it.

- Actually, Andy, we call this one

"Dwight Jr."

- No, I prefer "Fart."

- No, Dwight Jr. Infinitely better.

You guys look exactly alike.

Dwight, go stand next to him.

This is insane. - I don't see it.

- I don't either. I don't either.

- Whoa. [imitates explosion]

Mind blown. It's like father and son.

- It's... [sighs]

- Dwight, you cool if we call him Dwight Jr.?

- Yes. Yes, I am.

- That's okay.

- Dwight Jr. - Ha.

In a way, it's like I have a son.

And who knows? Maybe some day

they'll hire someone who looks like a younger version of him.

And then I'll have a grandson.

- Well, I need to give my cat up for adoption.

- Mmm. - The one who uses the doorbell,

or the one with the Mexican hat,

or the one with the rain galoshes,

or the one that you let go around naked?

Angela's cats are cute.

So cute that you just want to eat 'em.

But you can't eat cats.

You can't eat cats, Kevin.

- No, the one with the long hair and the denim pants--Comstock.

- Oh. - Okay, look.

He's such a special kitty.

I just want to find him a good home.

- ? Give me your hand, darling ?

- He loves those pants.

- ? Do you feel my heart beating? ?

- I'll take him.

- Please. After the turtle?

- I am enormously proud of what I did for that turtle!

- Oscar. Oscar. Will you take him?

- No, I'm a dog person.

- If you pray enough,

you can change yourself into a cat person.

- Those guys always turn back, Angela.

- OK, give me something to talk about with young people.

- I read an article in "TIME" magazine about dubstep.

- Yo, man, what's up? - Hey.

- You catch that dubstep article in "TIME" last week?

Off the charts.

- "TIME" magazine?

Do you, uh, pick that up at the newsstand in your Ford Taurus?

[laughs]

Hey, I'll read that as soon as I finish

the "Farmers' Almanac."

- You read the "Almanac"?

Crazy gibbous moon next month, yo.

- Right, yo.

- OK, see you later.

I have no idea what just happened there.

- David, Outward Bound was incredible.

I was the best at slacklining.

I ate a worm.

- Glad to hear it.

- Went to the bathroom anywhere I wanted,

literally anywhere, blew a rabbit right out of his hole.

- You sound really confident and decisive.

- He is never going back in that hole.

- Uh-- - I'm sorry.

At Outward Bound you get used to talking openly

about body functions, because everyone--

literally every single person-- has diarrhea.

[knock on door] - Hey, you wanted to see me?

- Yeah. I gotta go, David.

Why is Nellie still here? Didn't you get my postcard?

- Oh, uh--

On the front is a pretty waterfall.

And on the back it says "fire Nellie."

[sniffs]

I don't think that's berry juice.

I did get your postcard.

Um, didn't you get my care package?

- They wouldn't let me have it,

because there were cookies in it.

- Ohh, well, in addition to the cookies

I sent an explanation of our labor laws here,

and you can only fire Nellie for cause.

- Hmm. Then I will make up a cause.

- Except you just told me you were gonna make it up.

Now, if she sues, I have to testify against you.

- Then forget I just told you that.

- I can't.

I took a course at the Weintraub Memory Academy.

I sat next to this woman named Beverly Brook.

She had a Greek salad for lunch.

See what I mean?

- Now I know why Michael hated you so much.

- No, he didn't.

- Good boy. Getting big and strong.

Snack foods!

- Yep. [both chuckle]

Body by Cheez-It.

- Ah, humor. I have it too.

Oh, boy, I got a couple of tickets

to the Slayer concert ten months from now.

You interested?

- I think I'm busy that night.

Oh, or I would.

- Mmm, okay, well,

we're both just kind of learning as we go, aren't we?

- Learning what?

- Just... how this is gonna be. You know.

You have a beautiful round head.

- Okay.

- So what kind of farming you into, huh?

More of a fruit man or a root man?

- Hey, is this--is this code for, like, gay stuff?

'Cause if so, that's totally fine.

Like, I'm fine with it.

But you know, you should know that I'm into the ladies.

- Spoken like a true root man.

- Hey, you know, if you're ever swamped,

I can make some sales calls for you.

- My calls? - So could you give me

a list of all your clients, or just the leads

that you haven't had time to pursue yet?

- You want a list of my clients?

You want my leads?

- Yeah, I'll just give it a glance.

- Okay. - I'll give it a read.

- Yeah, with my leads, and stuff like that.

- Yeah.

- 'Cause you're interested in going into sales.

- I am. - Wow, that's great.

- Yeah. - That's great.

Okay, good. Let's talk about that, okay?

- Okay.

- You're not getting my clients.

Nice try.

Paranoid? I'm not familiar with the word.

And I really don't have time to learn new words

right now, okay?

A pudgy 22-year-old is trying to take my job.

- Oh, a ladle.

Oh, he loves ladles.

- I think we owe him more than that.

- OK, throw in a slotted spoon.

- Roy Anderson, my former fianc�,

is getting married,

unless his bride pulls what I'm sure they call "a Pam"

or a "that bitch Pam."

- Jim, get ready for the battle of your life.

- Done. Explain.

- The new guys--Dwight Jr. is after my job.

Yeah, there is a shark hiding inside

that adorable little cherub.

- Oh, now I get what Pete was talking about

at the sales meeting yesterday.

- Wait, sales-- what sales meeting?

- The new guys called one.

- The new guys called a sales meeting?

- Clark ended the whole thing with a karate demonstration.

Did you know there was a belt above black?

- There's no belt above black.

Is there a belt above black? - You should ask him.

It's a color you would never expect.

Too easy. - [chuckles]

- Attention, everyone. Comstock is still available.

Oscar has been flirting with adopting him,

but still hasn't given me a definite yes or no.

- Definitely no. - Fine.

For any interested candidates,

I will be conducting 20-minute interviews.

My ideal situation would be

an independently wealthy cute couple

with a strong commitment to education.

Black or white-- I'm fine with either.

But not both. Listen, you're in this,

but you need to wow me, okay?

- Psst.

Clark just told me that he never studied karate.

Why would he lie to me?

- I don't know. I thought you guys had a really good

father-son thing going.

Kind of like Luke and Darth Vader.

- No, idiot, Luke and Darth Vader are enemies.

- What? - Yeah.

- Darth Vader tried to attach a hand on Luke's arm.

- No, he cut it off.

What "Star Wars" are you watching?

Luke is trying to destroy Darth Vader.

Oh, my god.

[phone buzzes]

- Yo, Muppet baby,

got an urgent text from your social network?

- My brother Mike's--

- I'll bet you majored in self-esteem, huh?

Newsflash: you are not special.

- OK.

My generation was taught self-esteem for, like,

five minutes in kindergarten.

And we're still paying for it.

- When I was on my solo up above the tree line

I had this moment of clarity, you know?

- Yes, yes, yes.

Those can be wonderful.

- And I was thinking about last spring

and what you did to me.

- Mm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

- And the nickname I came up with for you

is The Great Emasculator.

- Or better yet, Lady Second Chance.

- I wanted to talk to you about our

working relationship this year.

It's going to be terrible.

- Not necessarily.

- No, I'm going to make sure that it is.

And if it isn't, I will take immediate action

to rectify that.

Now, I don't like to throw around the "B" word,

but I'm gonna be a huge bitch to you.

- All right, guys, time to conquer your fear

of low heights.

Now, this is called slacklining.

I set up the old slackline to teach the office

the skills of focus and discipline.

Or in the case of certain individuals,

the skills of humiliation and looking really dumb.

If you make it all the way across,

your confidence will soar.

But if you Toby out-- aah! Aah!

Then you'll feel like a real Nellie.

How 'bout a hand? Screw those guys.

Now, these are my actual Outward Bound counselors,

Rafe and Feather.

- Iceman. - That's me.

- We called him Iceman because he always complained

about his canteen water being warm.

- The powder is for your protection.

Feather has permanent athlete's foot.

Feather, show them how you dance

upon the line of slack.

- You, uh-- you a sports guy?

- Sure. Uh, boxing, tennis. - Oh.

Any team sports?

- NASCAR. "The Amazing Race."

- Phillies fan, though, right?

- You mean horses?

- No, like ba--baseball. The baseball team.

- I like the Red Sox. I'm from Vermont, so...

- Okay. Good talk.

I have nothing in common with Plop.

- All right, who's next? Nellie.

- Oh, I would rather watch you and your talented friends.

- Nonsense. Get up here.

- Go ahead. - Come on.

- All right.

- Uh, you gonna wear your heels?

- I'm very self-conscious about my feet.

- Okay. Sure.

There you go. Attagirl.

Hey, all right.

Whoa! You suck. [chuckles]

That was not a--she-- I was trying to support her.

Yes, it may have looked harsh, but in the wild,

you see that kind of thing all the time,

mom pushing their baby birds out the nest.

I mean, come on.

That was a dick move.

I just couldn't help it.

All right, who's next? Darryl.

- This seems like the kind of thing

white people with dreadlocks do.

- Dwight Jr., this looks like your speed, or Plop.

Huh? You want to squeeze one in

before you run off to the bathroom.

- That's a good one, sir.

- Uh, I guess I can give it a shot.

- Yeah, come on. Get up here.

Just hop on up. - Okay.

- Focus on the horizon.

Whoa! Look at this guy.

[cheers and applause]

- I've always been good at anything

that required balance.

My doctor says I have gigantic inner ears.

[cheers and applause] - Go, Dwight Jr.

- That is insane. Yes! - Boo! Unimpressed.

It's a tightrope for babies. Boo.

- All right, let's see you do it.

- All right, let me show you how a real man

walks across a flaccid cord.

- Oh, ho ho ho!

Who ordered the hot apple fail?

- Okay, I am just getting started, okay?

- You got this. This is all you.

- Oh! [laughter]

Oh... - Got ourselves a yard sale.

- Oh. - Whoa.

- Balls and face.

It's not a race, Dwight. - Aah!

- Oh! - Well, it's official--

Old Dwight is lame, and New Dwight is cool.

- That's not true.

[all gasp] Just give me another chance.

- But your mouth is-- - This is a bloodbath.

All right, I'm calling this.

- What? - It's enough of this.

Everyone, let's go back to work.

- This is a stupid activity.

I would be embarrassed to be good at it.

Get--

idiots!

- You know, that was not appropriate

behavior for anybody.

Commissary meeting now.

Let's go talk about this.

- All right, who has felt bullied by Andy today?

I'll start us off.

I felt a little bullied today when Andy said

he knew why Michael hated me.

[laughter]

OK, and I'm feeling a little bullied right now

by the snickers.

- Snickers?

Who has Snickers?

- The secret to a Snickers, you eat around the peanuts.

Then it's not so bad.

- Sorry, could I just say, if this is

about me, this is really not necessary,

because I am fine.

So great meeting, everybody.

Back to work.

Not that I am the manager anymore.

That is your job, and you are very good at it.

So over to you, Andy, if that's what you want.

- OK, I think Nellie feels bullied by you, Andy.

- Uh, no, that's not, uh, not my words.

- Can I just say, I'm feeling a little bullied

by oversensitive people who feel bullied by everything?

- Um, I am just asking to check the transcript,

because I never said bullied.

- Am I supposed to keep transcripts?

- Mm-mm.

- Angela bullies me.

Example, she won't give me her cat.

Just because I killed my turtle a few times.

- People kill, Angela.

There's no reason to judge them.

- I feel bullied by Creed always looking

at my sweet rack.

- Please, I am not looking at your rack.

You have some crumbs or some delicious carrot cake

on your chest.

- My freckles?

- He looks at me like that too.

- OK, bully me all you like.

I can handle it. I have very thick skin.

- Thick wrinkled skin.

- Sometimes I look at you, and you're just doing this

with your mouth.

I don't know what that is.

- Your cheeks look like an old western saddle.

- No problem.

I can handle it.

You can all pile on after my smoke break.

- You know, when I was on Outward Bound,

I was bullied by self-doubt.

- Nobody cares about your dumb wilderness stories.

- [sobbing]

- And how can I be a bully?

I'm a sweetie pie.

- You're a bitch.

- Oh, god.

I'm not even the Old Jim anymore.

I'm the New Stanley.

- Well, if you become the New Creed I'll divorce you.

- [whimpers]

- Slacklining. Big deal.

Untie that rope, give it to a couple

of pigtailed school girls,

let them start jumping with it

while chanting a rhyme and giggling about boys.

Doesn't seem so macho now, does it?

It's a jump rope!

[cell phone chimes]

[metal twangs]

- Dwight!

- Pam? Hey, I'm up here.

Up the ladder. Come on.

- What are you doing?

- Come here. I'll show you.

- Why do you want this cat?

- Um, I don't want it, really.

- How would you support the cat?

What are your ambitions?

- I want to start my own business.

I want to be a millionaire.

Lots of things--travel. Make the world a better place.

Earn an MBA at night.

- Have you taken any concrete steps?

- Well, I'm still just... fitting in here.

You know, getting used to the new job.

- Mm-hmm. - But definitely on the agenda.

But that is a good idea, Angela. I should make a list.

- Oh, come on, Pete.

God, that's just sad.

If he doesn't watch himself, he's gonna be here for years

doing nothing.

Wow, maybe Pete is the New Jim.

- Do you see how the trapeze completely surrounds the wire?

That means it is literally impossible

for anyone to fall off.

So you will merely sit below

and be my counterweight

as I pedal across the parking lot

to that telephone pole,

- I will? - You will.

Yeah, we weigh about the same, wouldn't you say?

- Sure, if you weigh 105 pounds. - So you'll do it?

- No. - Come on!

This will be the only thrill of your boring life.

- Dwight, you may find this hard to believe,

but I love my boring life...

- Come on. - Exactly the way it is.

- No, Pam. - Yes.

And there's nothing you can say

that would get me to run the slightest risk of losing it.

- Please? Please, Pam? - Find someone else.

I don't know, ask Phyllis.

- I can't use Phyllis. Are you kidding me?

The moment she steps off this bar

I'll be launched into space.

God, you're so insensitive!

- Why are you getting rid of it?

- Allergies.

- Your husband? - No, the baby.

Please, it's my husband's favorite cat.

He's broken up about it.

It's the only time I've seen him cry

other than our wedding night.

- You know what? I will take Comstock.

- Really? Oh, Oscar, thank you!

- I'll come by after work and pick him up.

- Yay! Oh, poor Robert.

He won't get to say goodbye.

He has this business dinner tonight.

- Oh, c'est la vie.

- Please don't teach the cat French.

- [chuckles] Yeah, good news.

Tonight, when you come over for dinner,

you can play with your old buddy Comstock.

- You ready?

- Yeah.

You know what? I'll meet you down there.

I've just gotta make a quick call.

- Okay.

- Good night, Clark. Good night, Pete.

- Good night. - Good night, Erin.

- We thought Clark and Pete were the new Dwight and Jim.

But is isn't true.

They actually like each other.

- That redhead is choice.

Methinks me needs a little ginger in my diet.

- Clark's not my friend.

He's the douche I sit next to in the office.

- You're going after the boss's girlfriend?

Yeah, you're crazy, man.

- Crazy about bangin'.

'Cause I bang like crazy.

Am I the Tasmanian Bang Devil? It's been said.

- Not a big fan of Clark.

- Okay.

All right...

oh, god.

[exhales]

- [exhales]

- Attention, employees of Dunder Mifflin.

Everyone thinks the new guys are so cool

'cause they can slackline.

Ooh!

Hey, Clark, this is what a real salesman looks like.

They say that you only live once,

and I'm about to prove it.

Dwight Schrute! - Dwight!

- Hey, man, it's Halpert.

Did you go to the other guy yet?

Great. Don't. I'm in.

[chuckles] Yeah, yep, I'm all in.

Okay, talk to you soon. Bye.

Yeah!

- Whoo-hoo!

Ahh-ahh! Ahh-ahh!

[all gasp, cry out]

- Call someone? - Call somebody.

- Hang on!

- Hang on! Hold on, Dwight!

- [screams]

- In the parking lot today, there was a circus.

The copier did tricks on the high wire.

A lady tried to give away a baby that looked like a cat.

There was a Dwight impersonator

and a Jim impersonator.

A strongman crushed a turtle.

I laughed and I cried.

Not bad for a day in the life of a dog food company.

- Crap. Sorry, Nellie.

- Once again, I understand that old habits die hard,

but if everyone would kindly walk their refuse

to the trash bins, instead of tossing them,

then we would--

- Oh... swish.

- Oh, it's nothing to do with me.

I just happen to be sitting near to where the bins are.

- There are two things that I am passionate about--

recycling and revenge. [snickers]

- Fluke.

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