Toby is talking to Val about Chad Flenderman when Darryl walks in wearing tux. "Whoa, we got a real Clarence Thomas here," Creed says. Look at that - Darryl is finally helping.

Andy sees Erin and Robert coming back into the office as Jessica tells him goodbye, although she doesn't get while Andy can't just put Meredith (now half-conscious on the floor) in a cab. Andy explains the wish thing, so Jessica steps over her and Andy hauls her to her feet. "Thank God Erin's getting a ride home with Robert because she is trashed," Andy THs with Meredith hanging from his arm. "And who better to drive her home than Robert? I mean, what a standup guy. You know, he's going through a lot. Separated from his wife. Showing up at the Christmas party in a tracksuit and a blazer." Out in the parking lot, Robert's getting Erin in his Corvette while Andy stuffs his bike and Meredith into her hoarder-mobile. And Dwight has just finished spray-painting "JIM IS AWESOME" on his own Trans Am. Clearly he didn't get the memo.

Andy is driving Meredith through what she dimly realizes is the "posh part of town." Seeing Robert and Erin outside her house, Andy pulls over, telling Meredith to "shut your drunkhole." Robert hugs Erin goodnight, and we hear him giving her some hangover advice. So, not really all that creepy. Any more. Meredith asks Andy, "What are you smiling for? Are you thinking hat I'm thinking?" Andy is so not.

In the tag, Dwight pretends to wake up from a nap with the word IDIOT Sharpied on his forehead. Well, the IDIOT isn't pretend. Jim, in a TH, wearing a Santa hat and holding a drink: "Oh, man, I was supposed to tell Dwight something." Merry merry, everyone.

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