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Well, kids, here we are.

We've arrived.
My 30th birthday.

The long-awaited story of...

...the goat.

That week started
just like any other.

Barney woke up
in some girl's bed.

In my experience,
the way this normally goes is,

we lie here for a while,

make a little awkward chitchat.

Check.

Then I make up
some Cabinet meeting,

heart surgery, rocket test flight
I've got to be at,

slip out of the apartment
and never call you again.

And later at the bar,
you tell your good friend Robin

the story of your latest conquest,
and she thinks to herself,

"Who is this sad,
self-loathing idiot

who climbed into bed
with Barney Stinson?"

Actually, you usually
say that out loud.

So...

I just slept with
my best friend's ex-girlfriend.

And I just slept with
my ex-boyfriend's really good friend.

Best friend.

Okay, here's the deal, Barney.

The second my feet
touch the ground,

- this never happened.
- Okay.

Wait.

Right click, save as...
Into the .bpeg folder, and okay.

This never happened.

It's a good plan.

Now we go back to exactly
the way things were before.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Alright.

So, Robin?

Yes, Barney?

Guess who nailed the chick from
Metro News One last night?

How I Met Your Mother 3x17
- The Goat -

Okay, uh,
let me take a shower,

till June,

and, since you were never here to begin
with, you won't be here when I get out.

- Okay.
- Okay.

This never happened.

Never happened.

Never... happened.

But pretending it never happened
wouldn't be that easy.

So, tell us,
what was it like?

- What?
- Penetrating that barrier.

You and I are the first ones
to hit it.

Well, not the first ones, certainly,
but the first ones at this table.

I... I... I...
I'm... I'm...

Although, I'm gonna be
hitting it pretty soon.

Yeah, you are.

Yeah, and when I hit it,
I'm going to go nuts.

It's gonna be all night,
and I think I want a clown there.

I'm a little bit scared of clowns,
but for you, I'm there.

What are you taking about?!

The big three-oh.

You know,
my 30th birthday's this Friday.

Did you forget?

What kind of friend is this guy?

Ha-ha, right.

A great friend, by the way.
The best.

Is it my imagination,
or are these drinks getting smaller?

If this were a doctor's office,
they'd say, "Try again."

How you doing there, Robin?

I'm good.

Oh, so, I made a decision. I'm going
to go through all my old stuff,

and I'm getting rid of anything
I have no use for anymore.

Barney, you want my Xbox?

Ted, she has a name!

And just what
are you accusing me of?

Liking video games?

I'm gonna get a drink.

I'll come with you.

God, this is awkward.

- What is?
- Being around Ted.

Why?

Because of our thing.

What thing?

You're really gonna pretend
this never happened?

What never happened?

What are you guys
talking about?

Nothing.

Guys, cut the act.
I know.

I know about the surprise party
you guys are throwing me.

Marshall let it slip earlier today.

Hey, I'll totally act surprised
and everything. Just...

be sure to invite Stella.

Stella!
You have a serious girlfriend now!

You're over this one.
Robin who, right?

Stella makes this one look like a
filthy bag of garbage, am I right?

Happy birthday, bro.

- Hello.
- Hey, Marshall,

I need your help.

Yeah, I'm kind of real focused
on the job hunt right now.

I know. I want to hire you.

For the last time, Barney,
I will not be your butler.

I need a lawyer.
I'll pay you.

How much?

- A little.
- I'll take it.

So, I'm reading this, and,
I got to say,

this might be a little bit
over my head.

For one thing,

I'm fairly certain that if these
contracts aren't executed precisely,

we will be at war
with Portugal.

Forget that.
That's a Tuesday for me.

New shredder.

This baby'll chew up
a bicycle in 17 seconds.

From Sky Mall.
It's all from Sky Mall.

Whenever I get upset,
I shop at Sky Mall.

- Want a hot dog?
- Of course.

Why are you upset?

Marshall,

I'm about to tell you a secret

that you can't tell anyone...
not Ted, not Robin, not Lily.

No. No, no, no,
I don't want any more secrets,

especially now that I know what you guys
did to the drinking water in Lisbon.

You are hearing
this secret, Marshall.

- I... I slept...
- Lala-bo da-boh

- Stop... Stop doing that.
- La la la, la la!

- I slept...
- Laba-da bay-doh

Hicka-ba-ta-bo...

I slept with Robin.

You slept with Robin?

Are you mad at me?

I don't know.

- How's the hot dog?
- It's helping.

You slept with Robin?!

I cannot keep that secret.

I mean, you know
I at least have to tell Lily.

You can't. You can't tell anyone.
Attorney-client privilege.

Why are you doing this to me?!

Because I need you, Marshall,
as my lawyer,

to prove that
I didn't do anything wrong.

How can I help you
as your lawyer?

You didn't break
any laws, did you?

Robin knows you slept with her,
doesn't she?

I didn't break any state
or federal laws,

but I think I broke a much,
much higher law.

The Bro Code.

For many years, we had heard
Barney quote the Bro Code,

a list of do's and
don'ts for all bros.

Some were basic.

Bro Code article one:
"Bros before hoes."

Some were
unbelievably complicated.

Bro Code article 89:
"The mom of a bro is always off limits,

"but the stepmom of a bro
is fair game if she initiates it,

"and/or is wearing at least
one article of leopard print clothing."

And some were just
plain disturbing.

Bro Code article 34:

"Bros cannot make eye contact
during a devil's three-way."

Two dudes.

This is not a legal document.
This is just something you wrote.

You think I wrote that?

Oh, Marshall,

don't you know the glorious
history of the Bro Code?

The year was 1776.

The place: Philadelphia.

Benjamin Franklin and George Washington
were having a drink.

But, bro, seriously,
I called dibs on that wench.

You codpiece blocked me.

So what if I did?
There's no rule against it.

Well, there should be.

There should be a set of rules
that govern the way bros

comport themselves
among other bros.

But who shall write such a document?

I have to go to Me, D.C.,
and pose for the dollar bill.

And I have to do some
kite-flying or something.

I shall write this set of rules.

And I shall inscribe it
on the back of the Constitution.

To save paper.

It's resolved!

Barnabas Stinson shall write...

the Bro Code.

And I shall include a provision

that stateth no eye contact
in a devil's three-way.

- Seconded.
- Seconded.

Listen, what do you want me for?

I've just been losing
my mind lately,

and do you know
why I feel so bad?

Yeah, because
you slept with Robin.

No, that was awesome.

I feel bad

because the Bro Code clearly states
"No sex with your bro's ex."

But if you, my lawyer,

can find a loophole somewhere,
then that bad feeling will go bye-bye.

And you would pay me for that?

No, I'll just be the one
shredding your paperwork.

Technically, you'll be paid
by a toy factory in Pyongyang.

Barney, I'm no shrink, okay,

but don't you see that this is just
a desperate way for you to avoid

an unpleasant
confrontation with Ted?

If I wanted
a psychological evaluation,

I'd hire the guy we pay
to hypnotize us before depositions.

Now, get cracking!

While Marshall examined
the Bro Code,

Lily's kindergarten class
welcomed a special guest.

And with a little luck,
in a few days,

Farmer Frank's cold
will be all gone.

And that's why Farmer Frank's
breath smells like medicine.

- Right, Farmer Frank?
- You got it, toots.

Any last questions
for Farmer Frank? Yes.

Will we ever get to see
Missy the Goat again?

Ah, isn't that sweet!

Well, you know, honey,
right after this,

I'm gonna drop old Missy off
at the butcher shop.

And they're going to take
a great big knife...

And Frank went on to traumatize
Lily's entire class

with a graphic explanation
of where meat comes from.

So not one little scrap
of Missy goes to waste.

Ms. Aldrin,
please don't let them eat Missy.

I know, I know.
I already called an animal rescue,

and they're going to come
get her on Monday.

Monday?! Where's she going to sleep
and eat and go to the bathroom?!

Okay, where's she going
to sleep and eat?

I-I guess I'll keep her
up on the roof.

Look, call me crazy. I just...

I don't think having a goat
in the apartment is a good idea.

And, boy, was I right,

because what Missy the Goat would go
on to do in that bathroom was so...

No, you know what?
I'm getting ahead of myself.

We'll get there.

- Hey, Ted.
- Hey.

You ready to, um...

Where'd the goat turd come from?

How'd you know
that was a goat turd?

Well, it was either that,
or a musk ox turd, and I figured,

what the hell would
a musk ox be doing in here?

Guess what your wife
brought home.

Attorney-client privilege.
I can't talk about it.

Talk about what?

Nothing.
How was your day?

Oh, goat turd on the floor, I see.
Is that new?

How does everyone know
that's a goat turd?

Barney told you.

I don't know what
you're talking about, madam.

Marshall, you can't look
me in the eye,

you're blushing, coughing,
and your hands are shaking.

Hey, Robin, come here.

Ted is never finding out about this,
you understand?

Because it never happened,
none of us are saying anything.

And don't even think about opening that
can until I'm out of the splash zone.

Oh, fantastic, you're here.

Give me the good news.

I'm sorry. You did too good
of a job writing this thing.

It's-it's iron-clad.

No!
Bad lawyer!

I need a loophole!

I want to feel better, Marshall!
I can't keep buying things!

I have six self-cleaning litterboxes
and I don't even have a kid.

Wait...
How about this?

Ted's probably broken
this thing himself, right?

And if he's broken the Bro Code,
then I'm off the hook.

I thought about that.
And I gotta say,

Ted has upheld this thing
time and time again.

For example, article 87:

"A bro shall at all times say yes."

So he saved you
from an avalanche?

Yes.

And he carried you six miles
to safety on his broken leg?

Yes.

And you're a pre-op transsexual
nightclub singer

who used to be a member
of the Russian Mob?

Da.

Article 29:

"A bro will in a timely manner alert his
bro to the existence of a girl fight."

Dude, two girls are fighting
at MacLaren's.

What?!

Yeah, yeah. It was crazy.
This one girl was like...

Article 53:

"A bro will, whenever possible,
provide his bro with protection."

- That feels nice.
- Good.

I just wish
we had some wine.

Yeah.

I wish we had
some wine, too.

Damn it, Marshall.

I'm not paying you to tell me
what a saint Ted is! You're my lawyer!

The answer is in there!
Find it!

Okay, this isn't about the Bro Code,
and you know it.

The reason that you're upset
is because what you did was wrong.

And the only way you're ever
gonna feel any better about it

is if you tell Ted what you did.

What if he never wants
to talk to me again?

Well, I guess that's just a chance
you're gonna have to take.

Which brings us
to April 25, 2008.

My 30th birthday,

or as it would come
to be referred to in later years:

The Day of the Goat.

Hey, where are you?

I'm in the limo, right outside
of Ted's office.

Great. Well, everyone's here.
Stella just arrived

and there is something here
so awesome,

I'm not going to tell you what it is,
but you won't believe...

- Goat in a party hat?
- Damn it!

Well, you still gotta see it.

It's so much fun
having a goat at a party!

In a few short hours,
Lily would come to regret those words.

But we'll get there.

Uh, gotta go.
Here he comes.

Okay, bye.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Whoa, you guys went all out.

Okay, everyone, Ted's in the limo,
five-minute warning!

Everyone get ready!

Oh, Missy, are you excited?

Yes, you are!

Whoa, we're leaving the city

where the hell is this party?

Vegas.

Vegas? I thought
the party was on the rooftop.

Surprise!
Just a decoy, my friend.

So there's no roof party?

Oh, no. There is.
We're just not going.

This is how good a friend I am.

They want you to spend your 30th
standing around drinking flat beer

ten feet above your living room.
But not me, bro.

I pulled out all the stops.

Private jet,
Valderrama suite at the Bellagio.

Steaks at BOA,
scotch at Ghostbar,

then two ringside seats
to watch Floyd Mayweather

go ten rounds with,
wait for it...

a grizzly bear!

- Take me home, Barney.
- No!

We have to go to Vegas.

Look, Ted, I didn't want
to say this, but...

there's something that I have
to tell you, and I wanted you to be

in the best possible frame of mind
before you heard it.

You slept with Robin.

- Ranjit!
- You slept with Robin?

Barney! That is Ted's ex-girlfriend!

When did you find out?

Hey, Robin. Come here!

What's up?

I was, uh, just going through
some old stuff and I...

Oh, crap!

Anyway, uh,
I came across this.

Oh, wow.
From our vacation in Vermont.

I don't know if you'd even want it,
but if you do, it's yours.

I slept with Barney!

What?

It was just one time, it wa...

it was the night that Simon dumped me
and I was in a really vulnerable place

I wanted to just pretend like it
never happened, but

I couldn't, and... I can't.

I just, I had to tell you.

I just hope that
we can still be friends.

Of course we can still be friends.

So you're not mad?

Well, I'm...

it's a little weird, but, um...

No, I'm not mad.

So you're not mad?

No, I'm not mad.

I mean, Robin and I
broke up a year ago.

We've both dated
lots of people since then.

I'm with Stella now.

Seriously,
I... I'm fine with this.

I'm so relieved
to hear you say that.

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, hey, I just remembered, um,
my mom is coming into town next month.

Maybe you'd like
to nail her, too!

Where are they?!
I'm getting a cramp.

Marshall, can we keep the goat?

No.

But she's so cute and furry and soft.

Yeah, and she also sheds,
eats out of the garbage and

can't control her bowels. Why don't
we just call Duluth Mental Hospital

and say my Uncle Linus
can live with us?

Yeah, Lily, that may seem like
a good idea after a couple of drinks

but tomorrow morning you're going
to want this thing out of your house.

Oh, you should talk.
You slept with Barney.

- Marshall!
- I'm sorry!

I couldn't take it anymore.

I can't believe you did that.
That's so gross.

Was it amazing?

What? I... Lily, really don't want
to talk about this.

I know, but it's Barney.
It's just hard not to be curious.

Did he have like devices and stuff?

Lily, come on.

- Hot wax?
- Stop it.

- Did he tie you to anything?
- That's enough.

- What's wrong with you?
- I'm sorry.

Is he all smooth down there?

Three billion women on the planet!
Three billion!

And you have to sleep with the one
that I dated for a year!

Are you kidding me?
Are you kidding me?!

- Robin?!
- You think I'm proud of this?!

- I'm horrified that this happened.
- How did it happen? Huh?

Barney, I want to know.
Tell me exactly how it happened.

You mean...

what position?

Okay.
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it.

- Hit him! Hit him, Ted!
- Stop!

- Hit him! Hit him!
- Stop!

Okay. Okay.
Yore pissed.

You deserve to be.
Fine. You know what?

One free shot. On me.
Anywhere but the face.

Who punches
someone in the groin?

Okay. Okay.
I deserved that.

I deserved that.

But what's important now is...

we're passed this whole
Robin thing now, right?

You think that this is
just about Robin?

This is about...

You know, I've seen you
do some bad stuff.

I mean some really terrible stuff
to a lot of different people.

I just always thought
there had to be a limit.

I always thought I was the limit.

You're always spouting off
these rules for bros.

Isn't one of them,
"don't do this"?

Yeah. And I broke it.
I'm sorry.

But, Ted...

seriously, this suite
at the Bellagio...

I am not going
to Vegas with you!

I'm not going to blow off
my friends and my girlfriend,

and spend my 30th birthday
in a strip club.

The fact that you think I would...

You know, Barney, earlier this week
I started putting things in a box

and that box was labeled
"stuff I have no use for anymore."

What does that mean?

It means...

maybe you belong in that box.

Are you saying you don't want
to be bros anymore?

I'm saying I don't want
to be friends anymore.

Okay, I'm going to
stop you right there,

because it seems like you're
about to say something

that's going to pretty much
ruin Vegas.

Ranjit, stop the car.

I'm getting a cab.

Surprise!

Oh, right, the goat.

So funny.
You're going to love this.

So later that night, the goat locked
himself in the bathroom and

was eating one of Robin's washcloths
and.. wait, hold on.

Robin wasn't living here
on my 30th birthday.

When did this happen?

Oh, wait, the goat was there
on my 31st birthday.

Sorry, I totally got that wrong.