Outside, Darryl tells Andy he'll get some guys. "Best of your bunch and my bunch. I'll tell you now, though, it's going to be mostly my bunch." So then they come around to the open warehouse door to find the truck nearly empty, the forklift impaled in the wall, grease on the floor, and a long, double row of paper boxes soaking it up from the shelves to the door, and four idiots of varying egregiousness trying to explain how they got here. Turns out this latest iteration is Jim's idea, which he's pretty reluctant to explain. But Kevin pushes a deeply embarrassed Jim to share his name for the system, "Senor Loadenstein." Because "es muy rapido." You can tell Andy's pissed because he's calling Jim by his actual name instead of Tuna. Darryl demands to see how it works, so Dwight and Jim get on opposite ends of a rope, count "Uno! Dos! Tres!" and start dragging a pallet loaded with half a dozen boxes (and a motorcycle-helmeted Erin to hold them on) down the greased course between two walls of paper boxes. "Yeah, I lost my client," Phyllis THs. And lots of viewers, I suspect.
In the tag, after Toby shares his dream of launching his true-crime podcast, "The Flenderson Files," Jim and Pam tell us is just the employees talking about what they'd do with lottery money. It's an unlikely hybrid of both of their fantasies, with the least realistic elements of each combined. "Of course, the schools are terrible, but what are you gonna do?" Can't have everything.
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