Upstairs, Jack beckons Jonathan in a panic because his phone hasn't been ringing all day. Jonathan takes a flight of fantasy to suggest that maybe they're living I Am Legend. Guess who's Samantha in this scenario. Just guess. Finally, Jack's phone rings. He snatches it up, and it's only Avery. She snarks that he must really be in panic mode to answer his own phone on the first ring, then asks for a comment on the imminent NBC buyout. She tells him there's a secret board meeting this afternoon to push through the deal. Jack insists she's wrong, and she realizes that he's being kept out of the loop. He desperately claims he isn't and hangs up on her. He bids Jonathan to go into his "assistant underworld" and find out where all the board members are. He says it's a matter of life and death. Jonathan requests that he read Oh the Places You'll Go at his funeral. Jack refuses. And Jonathan's off!
Dentist's office. The doctor updates Lemon on her healing progress. After, she mentions meeting someone at his office but being too high to remember it. He does recall another patient in the recovery room and says he and Lemon had quite a laugh together. She asks what he looked like. The doctor gives her a detailed description of... his teeth. He does note that they're quite impressive for an Englishman. Then he refuses to give her any more information on the basis of doctor-patient confidentiality. She says, "Oh come on, you're not really a doctor." He retorts that she must really not be a patient and refuses to give her one of the toys he rewards good patients with. Sorry, Lemon -- no wind-up Batman bath toy for you!
The next morning, Jenna stomps into the studio and slams her jacket down on Kenneth's desk. He rises from below it, explaining that he had to sleep at 30 Rock last night because his keys were in his wallet. "It wasn't too bad," he says. "Late at night, these two little twin girls told me they wanted to play with me forever." Of course, Jenna has not heard a word of this because she's been bending herself out of shape reading the rave review for Tracy's one-man show. It's titled "Tracy's Claps-Giving Yay Ha-Rade," which Kenneth in his "I just spent the night on the floor beneath my cubicle" insight recognizes as a fumbling Thanksgiving Day Parade pun -- in March. Ah ever-reaching tabloids! Tracy walks in, victorious from his five-hour performance, and asks Jenna if she'll accept the Tony on his behalf, because June is a busy month seeing as he's starting lifeguarding again. Oh dear, the thought of Tracy saving little swimmers' lives... it's a dreadful notion. At any rate, Jenna informs him that he won't be eligible (nor is she, for "living theatrically in normal life") because he has to perform the show at least eight times. As a spontaneous (read: inconsistent) performer, Tracy fears he won't be able to pull it off. Jenna tells him he better think of something else that starts with 'T' to fulfill his EGOT-ing dreams. Asks Tracy, "Do they give an award for tarantula misplacement?"