Later, in his office, he makes himself a fake Livestrong bracelet out of yellow paper. Oh, Michael.
Jim and Pam return to the office, and Dwight asks Jim where he's been. "And don't say the bathroom, because I kicked in all the stalls." Without missing a beat, Jim gets ready to tell Michael about Dwight's invasion of privacy, and suddenly Dwight owes Jim for covering for him. There has to be some kind of name for the specific martial art that Jim has perfected in which he consistently turns Dwight's uptight officiousness around on him. Schrute-o?
Michael comes into the bullpen and announces that to make Kevin feel better, they're all going someplace special. "Is this trip in any way related to your birthday?" Stanley asks. Michael acts offended at the very question.
He also acts offended when they arrive at the ice skating rink and see the giant HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL SCOTT banner, but since it's already up, he figures they might as well leave it. Good thing Michael told Dwight earlier to save the surprise. Anyway, let's go skating! Kelly helps Ryan, draping his arm around her to help him balance. Oscar does twirls and shit, because he's gay. Jim helps Pam, and they're both nearly bowled over by a tool in full hockey gear who buzzes them. And that tool? Is Michael. He THs that he thought about playing in the NHL, but you never get to spend time with your wife and kids. "And I really want a wife and kids," he says. Later, Michael mercilessly checks Toby into the boards. Then he goes over to Pam and, in light of all the cancer going around, advises her to check herself out in the shower. "Those things are like ticking time-bags," he says. Then he zips over to where Kevin is and flashes his fake Livestrong bracelet at him. And then he runs into his former realtor and future ex-girlfriend Carol, who's there with her kids. Michael offers to give the kids a tow, which Carol allows. The kids hang onto Michael's hockey stick as he gently pulls them out onto the ice, skating backwards. Carol smiles, because I wasn't using "hockey stick" as a euphemism.
Creed plays a shoot-'em-up game with a kid in the arcade. That's probably what I'd be doing, too, if not for the fear that Creed might pistol-whip me with the plastic gun at any moment.