Ordered Chinese food today. [shot of Marshall and the delivery man]
Some moo shu pork sauce got away [shot of food spilled, then shot of stained couch]
Flipped the cushion
Now everything's okay. [Marshall sits next to the clean side of the cushion, a finger to his lips.]
Ted looks at his e-mail with a "huh," expression on his face as we roll to the next one.
Cat-sitting for Lily's mom. [Marshall, Lily and her mom pose with the cat in the kitty carrier.]
Cat-sitting for Lily's mom. [Marshall and mom snuggle the cat.]
It's gonna be fun. [Marshall dangles a chew toy from a string tied to a stick.]
It's gonna bring us all closer together. [He waves the toy too close to the open window and the cat dives out. Shot of Marshall looking horrified.]
Ted stops chewing his food as he opens the next email.
Cat funeral. [Marshall, Lily and Mom stand by kitty-sized coffin.]
Cat funeral. [Lily hugs her mom, who holds a 'We'll Miss You, Whiskers' sign.]
It was an accident. [Lily's mom cries, alone.]
And not entirely my fault. [Lily and relatives hold mom back from attacking Marshall.]
Meow meow meow meow
Cat funeral [Lily, mom and Marshall sit uncomfortably apart.]
Meow meow meow meow [Lily and her mom look at Whiskers' toys.]
Cat funeral [A shot of the coffin with a picture of the kitty and the caption: 'Whiskers 1998 - 2009'.]
[Marshall speaks:] We'll miss you, Whiskers.
Meow meow meow meow
Dowisetrepla; today: Lily berates Marshall for sending one of his photo-montage song e-mails, noting that now Barney and Robin will probably think they're crazy. Honey, they've known you for years. It's not news. Marshall says they dumped her because Lily rushed the Vermont trip. It was a rookie mistake and she should have known better. They should always schedule a boat ride around the city before a weekend away. Lily snaps about Marshall forgetting to check the egg timer before charades and makes a big show of how she only gave him one piddling thing to do, and he couldn't do that right. Marshall takes umbrage at this. "One thing. One thing? Wow. Really? So I guess that Gouda just walked itself right through the door, sliced itself up, and arranged itself in a perfect semi-circle, around not three, not four, but five different kinds of sturdy, cheese-bearing crackers?" He's right in Lily's face now, but she's not cowed. "You're a sturdy cheese-bearing cracker!" I've been calling my husband that, all day. I can't stop. Anyhow, a horrified, Marshall covers his mouth and we cut to...