After the pancake luncheon, which was clearly a failure on every possible level ad a few impossible ones, Michael gathers his employees back in the office and starts to tell them about a dream he once had about a peanut butter and tuna fish sandwich. It was delicious in his dream, but when he woke up and made one in real life, it was disgusting. Gosh, where could Michael be going with this? We don't get to find out, because the phone has started ringing and he tells Pam to pick it up. It's "Russell from the pancake luncheon." Looks like a sale is happening, and Michael and Ryan swarm all over her while she tries to close the deal. Which she does. They celebrate, and Michael THs, "Who would have thought that the thing to save this company would be work? And a pancake luncheon." As they leave for the day, Ryan going out to get in his mom's Taurus station wagon and Pam kissing Jim in the parking lot and Michael climbing over the side of his still-trapped car, he goes on in VO and TH about the things that are important to a small company, pausing only to wait for the noise of a flush from above to subside. I'm thinking the documentarians may need to come up with some workarounds for this space.
In the kitchen, Dwight and Andy wander through while Andy talks about the wonders of a capella. Sitting at the table with Oscar, Angela just rolls her eyes. Roll all you want, lady, but their relationship with each other is already better than what either one of them had with you. Give Bandit a kiss for us, 'kay?
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