The Office

The documentary series finished airing ages ago.

Why is PBS sending another crew?

We're getting bonus footage for the DVD.

Nobody buys DVDs anymore.

It'll be a pledge gift.

PBS. The propaganda wing of Bill and Melinda Gates,

and viewers like you.

In the past year, I've consolidated

the entire Scranton paper market.

We regained the White Pages, the School District,

Lackawanna County, we supply them all.

I'm getting married tomorrow afternoon.

And in the morning, there's a mini-reunion,

a kind of a where-are-they-now? panel at a local theater.

It will be nice to see everyone again.

I haven't seen Kevin since we let him go.

Today marks several important milestones.

Stanley, as you know, is retiring.

Ah!

I've been looking forward to this day since I was 18 years old.

Speech! No.

And our next and most thickly frosted cake

is for Kevin.

Yes!

Wait, why?

Go ahead and just read the frosting.

"Get out"? What does that mean?

It's a colloquial way of saying you're fired, Kevin.

- Which you are. - What?

Dwight, you can't do that.

The cake has spoken, Pam. Sorry.

Well, if anyone here can make a case for Kevin staying...

Based on his merit.

Oh.

Um...

I'm good.

Well, Toby will stop it.

Any time anyone's ever been fired, Toby's blocked it, so...

Yeah. Yeah, I don't think...

Toby, wait, wait. Hold that thought.

Here's your cake.

Bye, bye, Toby

At least I got chocolate.

I bike to work now.

It saves on gas, it's cheaper than a vasectomy,

and, oh, yeah, it's good for the environment, too.

Pam and I are great.

She just recently finished her mural for the Irish Cultural Center.

Can you clap? Can you clap for Mommy?

And Dwight is imitating Japanese business practices,

for reasons he explained to us in Japanese.

Angela, are you ready for the wedding?

Yes.

My heart is so open. I'm so at peace.

Ugh. Look at Meredith. She's disgusting.

Those feet. They're like the paws of an orangutan.

I think she looks good.

Now that she's wearing sports bras,

we don't see her boobs as much.

That is all. Have a good morning.

Thank you.

What was that for?

To remind you that our Wedding's going to be wonderful.

Oh, I know.

It just feels so empty with so many of the old gang gone.

D, it's going to be perfect.

The only people that need to be there are you and me.

Oh, and the old man to feed us the cheese

that he's been fermenting since the day of my birth.

You keep forgetting about him.

I don't know why.

I brought in some new faces, and one old.

I always liked Devon.

I hired him back after Creed faked his own death

in the baler the day after the doc aired.

The only person he fooled was Kevin. Then the police showed up.

Turns out Creed was in the band The Grass Roots, in the 1960s.

During that time, the police say he sold drugs.

And trafficked in endangered species meat.

And stole weapons-grade LSD from the military.

Some fudge?

Oh, thanks. I love your fudge.

Mmm!

I think I've gained a couple of pounds since I got here.

You can afford it.

After 16 years, it's strange sitting across

from somebody who isn't Stanley.

But he'll get there.

Okay, the limo's going to be here at 5:00.

I need everybody to be ready, because I want to pack in a lot.

Party time, whorehouse.

No. No whorehouse. This is Dwight's night. Okay?

Well, you're the bestisch Mensch.

Dwight has made me his bestisch Mensch,

which is Schrute for "best man."

He is putting himself entirely in my hands tonight,

and I know, for over 12 years, I've done nothing but trick and prank him.

But tonight?

Only good surprises.

"Guten pranken . "

Oh, hey, Jim, I forgot to mention, often times

in Hollywood portrayals of bachelor parties, there are accidental murders.

That won't be necessary tonight.

Great, now we've got three hours to fill.

Okay, hold on. Are you sure Mose isn't going to show up?

Ever since Angela moved in,

and Mose had to stop sleeping at the foot of my bed,

he's been acting pretty weird about this whole wedding thing.

Mose has been weird? That's so unlike him.

Yeah, sure, I'll talk about it. Why not?

America's Next A Cappella Sensation aired my audition,

and when I started sobbing uncontrollably,

apparently, that struck a chord with quite a lot of people.

Not a very compassionate chord.

The clip went viral, as they say.

You can't just sit here and cry.

I can so just sit here and cry!

Two million hits in the first week, and then the parodies started.

One from the Philippines got 12 million hits.

And the late night comedy guys had a field day with it.

Aw, come on, Baby Wawa. Don't be such a baby.

Oh, no.

It's going to be all right. It's going to be all right.

For Weekend Update, I'm Seth Meyers! That's Baby Wawa! Good night!

After my clip blew up, I actually got a call from the Double Rainbow guy

and the fat Star Wars kid.

Turns out they have a support group.

Not really my scene.

Years ago, the senator promised

a left-turn lane by the Arby's.

So I want to know where in the name of horsey-sauce is it?

Well, yeah, you... Hold on.

Hi. I keep seeing this symbol in the accounts from last year.

It's all over the place. I don't know what it means.

That's the reason Kevin got fired.

It's his magic number. He used to use it to balance his accounts.

He used to call it a "keleven."

He told Dwight, "A mistake plus keleven gets you home by 7:00."

He was home by 4:45 that day.

Oh, I live in Poland now.

The Scranton of the EU.

Thank you for flying me out here for the weekend.

I'm looking forward to the reunion panel tomorrow.

Can't wait to see everyone.

Well, almost everyone.

Hello! Hello!

Oh.

Hi! Oh. No.

How did you know my plane had arrived?

How long have you been stalking me?

No, no, no. My flight just got in from New York.

Are you still with Pyotr?

No, and I thought I unfriended you.

Anyone can follow a Twitter feed.

Want to share a cab?

After Dwight fired me, I moved to New York

to write the Great American Novel.

I have six roommates,

which are better than friends, you know,

because they have to give you one month's notice before they leave.

Hey-o!

Andy?

You're back? Yeah.

That's Baby Wawa, right? Oh, my God.

Hey, man, good to see you.

Thank you. Yeah.

Hey Andy“.

Aw. A bear hug from my favorite mama grizzly.

Andy, I've been worried about you. How are you?

Little warm.

Poor, poor Andy.

Aw. Thank you, Phyllis.

Hello, hello. Hey!

Darryl!

Hey!

Hey, what's up?

Didn't I just see you at the airport, jumping into a limo?

What? Must've been another devilishly handsome debonair individual.

Hey, man. How you doing?

I didn't call 'cause I figured you changed your number.

No, I didn't change the number. All good, though.

Phone never rings.

What? Aw.

Surprise!

I thought you guys couldn't come!

Yeah, but then they moved the panel to the same weekend

and the doc crew paid to fly us in. It was kismet.

Kismet?

Yeah, right. Pam and I came up with excuses for every other weekend.

You remember my two Lap-Band surgeries, right?

Neither do I.

Guten prank number one.

You ready for tonight? We going to tear up the town?

Uh, you better ask Jim.

And Jim will say nothing.

Darryl! Andy!

Hey, Pam! Hey, Pam!

How are you?

We're fine.

Yeah!