Scranton break room. Pam reads the comics page of the newspaper, apparently comes to his, and lets out one faint little chuckle. "Alan's cartoon's so funny, right?" effuses Kelly. Pam nods. Kelly adds that they're "so smart," and that she doesn't even know what they mean half the time. Pam nods noncommittally and sets the page aside, already steeling herself for future disappointment. Kelly takes off and Toby enters, looking like he's about to put his moves -- or at least a move -- on Pam, but before he can work up the nerve, he's just crossed straight through the room without her even noticing he was there.

Philadelphia. Dwight is hanging a portable dartboard on the TV armoire as he tells Michael that the party they're apparently planning is going to be awesome. Michael knows -- and he's ensuring its success by putting out like twelve bottles of liquor on the desk. He also says that he specifically picked a room close to the elevator to maximize foot traffic. Enter Josh and Jim. "That is a lot of liquor," says Jim. "Yeah!" says Michael. "And...a dartboard," adds Jim. "Well, that's how we do it in Scranton," goads Michael. "Or did you forget?" And then, TREMENDOUSLY, he starts jumping from foot to foot as he raps, "Ain't no party like a Scranton party 'cause a Scranton party don't stop!" Dwight stares at Michael in rapt admiration; he didn't know Michael had this extra dimension in him, and he's thrilled to be here to see it unleashed. As Dwight ineptly joins in on the beatboxing, Josh and Jim do the only thing one could do -- stare in nonplussed silence -- and then finally Josh suggests that they all go meet Jan. Michael says that they could have "one for the road," waggling a couple of martini glasses, and Josh turns to Jim, obviously quoting: "A shot of Midori, perhaps." Jim starts cackling. Michael doesn't get it, but he starts laughing not to be left out, and Dwight gets it even less, but starts laughing because Michael's laughing. It's, as usual, cringily uncomfortable. Jim notices them and apologizes for the inside joke, saying that there's this bartender in Stamford...he stops himself, saying that you had to be there. Michael blusters, "Wish I was! I love inside jokes. Love to be a part of one someday." See? CRINGE. Everyone's uncomfortable and sad, all of a sudden, and then Josh checks his watch, and he and Jim head out. Dwight offers to do a shot with Michael, who snorts, "Yecch, don't be gross. It's not even lunch yet." Maybe just a little Creme de Menthe, to freshen your breath?