When Lily says, "Marshall Eriksen, put a baby in my belly," the Ghost-Babies of TV-Series-Blunders-Past rise up to stop the horror, or they would, were they not sons of blunders.
Marshall and Lily find Barney's doppelganger -- a brunette cabbie. Since they previously agreed to try to conceive once they found the fifth eerie match to their gang, Lily tells her eager husband, "Marshall Eriksen, put a baby in my belly," because talking like a four-year-old proves you're ready for parenthood. But the first doppelganger is just Barney scamming chicks. As is the next -- but Barney wouldn't mind them having a baby, and if the Barnacle thinks it's cool, we must feel the same, right? Yeah. Right. Bottom line: Lily still isn't ready, so they decide to wait. A couple of months later, Lily spots a Barney doppelganger outside the bar. When she drags the gang out to see him, there's little resemblance, but everyone realizes Lily is now ready to conceive, so they lie, because that's what friends are for.
In the predictable B-plot, Robin gets a job offer to anchor a news program, but it's in Chicago. After thinking long and hard, she decides not to take the job, but rather to stick around and see how things progress with Don. The only thing is, she doesn't tell Don this. The same network makes him the same offer, and he accepts. Brokenhearted, Robin leaves and returns to Ted's place. Nobody cares, because we never got to know Don. It totally would have been better with a ghost baby insurrection, am I right?
Thanks to friend and colleague DeAnn Welker for covering for me last week. If I'd known what was coming this week, I would have tried to weasel out of this weecap, too.
I'll hit all the details the weecap, including Ted's new 'do and whether it saved us all from agony, or progress. In the meantime, come on over to the forums, where we'll never tell you to put babies in our bellies.
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Dear Show, remember on Friends when Ross and Rachel took a "break" from each other? I need that. So. Bad. And don't go all Rachel on me. You're already taking a break. Hiatus. Whatever. So if I go out this summer and kiss the Xerox girl (wait, I'm straight)... If I go out this summer and kiss the Xerox boy (wait, I'm married)... If I get involved with any of the shows our lovely and talented editorial staff selects for coverage come fall, I don't want any crap from you, Rachel-- I mean, Show. It's not me; it's you. No, I didn't get that backwards. Sure I've got my own stuff, like the end of Lost and my ongoing infatuation with The Vampire Diaries, but don't blame them. And don't blame me. I'm not the one who's changed; you have -- but not in any good way. And, for the record, I'm not the only one who thinks so. Here are some thoughts from our friends in the forums:
I'm not too concerned about meeting the mother, but I will admit that it's time to progress the story. In a weird way, I feel relieved that the writers stayed away from it during the second half of the season, since they were botching up so many things. [...] The pushing of Barney's Blog makes me think that they might be course-correcting the character. [Please. Please. Please. -- Cindy] Post-Robin Barney has been far too skeevy. The Barney I wanted to see was a laser-tagging, Liberty Bell licking, flight suit-upping lover of life who was more interested in the adventure than the conquest. If we get that back, I'll be much happier. -- Baraka
It was an okay episode, but some of the early flashbacks made me realize this show is it's own doppelganger...and I thought that was a huge FU from the writers to longtime fans. -- stonehaven
This is just crap. I didn't laugh once the entire episode. Which, sadly, I can say for the majority of the entire season [...] This show has turned into Friends. -- olywriter