Tracy's dressing room. Tracy, Grizz, and Dot Com brainstorm the show they'll produce for Jack. Tracy says he loves cop shows and can't wait for Law and Order to start back up. Grizz breaks it to him that the show's been cancelled, and Tracy screams out in anguish, "Why? It was a tent pole. A tent pole!" Dot Com introduces a show he's created, which actually sounds kind of brilliant. It's called Let's Stay Together and focuses on a black family in Detroit during the tumultuous '70s, complete with a snappy Motown soundtrack. "It's not just about a family trying to stay together," says Dot Com, "but also a nation." Grizz quickly chips in that he thinks there should be a talking dog. Tracy is sold. Dot Com is exasperated.

Kenneth's auditionterview. Jenna watches and dances in the background as Kenneth, who looks like a creepy televangelist with a sequined blue cocktail jacket, soft-shoes and shimmies his way through a snappy little song: "Thank you, NBC. For all the laughs and tears. Once home to Kelsey Grammer, The Golden Girls, My Name Is Early, The A-Team and Cheers! So shine on and thank you, NBC. A top ten network!" With that, he drops to one knee and rips open his glittering cocktail jacket to reveal an NBC peacock flag. Cut to a look of abject horror on Winerslav's face. Jenna reminds him to "Smile!" so he pops open his trap into an even more grotesque expression of forced glee. I think he may have gotten a flipper.

Writers' room. Toofer takes Lemon's usual seat at the head of the table as she walks in, so she glosses over it and heads to her office. On the way, she passes Toofer's new office to find a "Head Writer" nameplate on his door. It is neither mocking nor cruel. A sharp contrast to the one on her door: El Tejón. Frank tells her it means "the badger" in Spanish and says he's not sure who did it. His "I DID IT" hat sort of belies that claim, though. Lemon bursts into Pete's office to gripe about how the writers have embraced Toofer. Pete lets slip that Toofer has been booked for a TV interview, so Lemon horns her way into the gig. She stomps out the door, screaming, "¡Aquí viene el tejón!"