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Fandom Radio [Thursday, December 27]
Jim: Hello, Fandom. Tonight Pam and I are bringing you the news from a secret location.
Pam: Do you think they liked me?
Jim: The secret people whose house we are broadcasting liked you a lot. If they didn't, you'd probably have pie on your face. The apple didn't fall far from the tree in this secret household.
Pam: Oh, good. I was hoping I'd make a good impression on the secret people.
Jim: If they didn't like you, they're keeping it a secret from me. Which isn't likely. The Halperts are terrible at keeping secrets. Just like that.
Pam: And after all the work I put into keeping our location secret. Tsk.
Jim: Oh well. Maybe next time. Although looking at the notes we have so far, it sounds like most people are out of town anyway so here's hoping that only a few people have uncovered all of the clues to our broadcast location.
Pam: If you have figured out where we are, people, please don't come stalk us. Or the...not so secret people living here. Mrs. Halpert looks like she could kick some ass.
Jim: She's actually on parole. There was an incident at a PTA event three years ago... It haunts me to this day.
Pam: It sounds like it's very difficult for you to talk about.
Jim: I don't like to talk about the things that have turned me into the emo trainwreck that I am today.
Pam: There, there. Do you want me to leave so you can get back to playing along with Deathcab and painting your nails black?
Jim: Not until after radio. We have serious business here, after all. Speaking of which, we should probably start that.
Pam: Oh, right. We should.
School! Which was exciting today!
Pam: Oh, hey, guess what? No classes or anything. That was easy.
Jim: There was one thing school related, though. Class signups for next semester are now open.
Pam: Ooh. What're you taking?
Jim: Nothing's really caught my eye as being easy enough yet. Who knows, maybe I'll take real classes this semester.
Pam: You should. Seriously. I mean, there's college and everything coming up, and...you should take real classes. You're too smart not to.
Jim: Come on, colleges will love that I was in a debate class run by the esteemed Chuck Noblet. Moving on.
Dorms, where people enjoyed not being in class.
Jim: This afternoon, Chad played guitar on the third floor. Ron met Chad's adorable cat and was traumatized by it. As you do. Robin and Ino both stopped by as well.
Pam: Elsewhere, Qui-Gon headed home, saying bye to Sora on his way out. Kabuto worked on a Chia head -- they still make those? -- and taught Ino about medical ninja-ing, and Jaina's back!
Jim: On the fourth floor, Karal made pancakes. Or a mess with a side of pancakes. Katara kindly didn't mock Karal's cooking skills. Dean was even more kind and gave him pointers. My best tip is to go to a diner when you want pancakes. It's a tip that has served me well. So the tip gets a tip. Ah, wordplay. I'll stop now. Meg was curious what the burning smell was. Fortunately it was still just the food and not the kitchen in general. But if there had been a real fire, Dean and Meg could have used their highly inappropriate fireman innuendo to put it out. All this when lives were at stake. I'm ashamed of you two.
Pam: How do you put out fires with innuendo?
Jim: I don't think I can discuss that in my parents' house where they can hear.
Pam: And you don't have a good answer.
Jim: No I don't.
Pam: On to town!
Town, where things probably happened
Pam: Gunther worked by himself at the Arms, whereas Lana was visited by Stanley at the bookstore. George Michael got visits from Tim and Mike...long last name at the banana stand. Speaking of which, he arrived this morning and tried to take Sulley home. But Sulley stayed! Yay!
Jim: Robin opened Caritas and served Constable Fraser some drinks that I think could get him kicked out of the Mounties. I'm just going to pretend that the one is about Watergate, the other is about a powerful angular and pointed projection used in defense of the ramparts, and the third is... I've got nothing for that one. Typo of "Ultimate Duck" maybe?
Pam: ...oh my god, Constable Fraser. Oh my god. Radio lady, I expected this of you, but...wow. Um. And I guess then they went back to his place. Wow. Anyway! I think that's it.
Jim: I believe so. Thank you, Fandom, for not being in town and making life easy for us.
Pam: And Merry Christmas! A couple days late, but it counts.
Jim: And a Happy New Year! Even though we'll be back in town before that. But still.
Pam: Do you think they liked me?
Jim: The secret people whose house we are broadcasting liked you a lot. If they didn't, you'd probably have pie on your face. The apple didn't fall far from the tree in this secret household.
Pam: Oh, good. I was hoping I'd make a good impression on the secret people.
Jim: If they didn't like you, they're keeping it a secret from me. Which isn't likely. The Halperts are terrible at keeping secrets. Just like that.
Pam: And after all the work I put into keeping our location secret. Tsk.
Jim: Oh well. Maybe next time. Although looking at the notes we have so far, it sounds like most people are out of town anyway so here's hoping that only a few people have uncovered all of the clues to our broadcast location.
Pam: If you have figured out where we are, people, please don't come stalk us. Or the...not so secret people living here. Mrs. Halpert looks like she could kick some ass.
Jim: She's actually on parole. There was an incident at a PTA event three years ago... It haunts me to this day.
Pam: It sounds like it's very difficult for you to talk about.
Jim: I don't like to talk about the things that have turned me into the emo trainwreck that I am today.
Pam: There, there. Do you want me to leave so you can get back to playing along with Deathcab and painting your nails black?
Jim: Not until after radio. We have serious business here, after all. Speaking of which, we should probably start that.
Pam: Oh, right. We should.
School! Which was exciting today!
Pam: Oh, hey, guess what? No classes or anything. That was easy.
Jim: There was one thing school related, though. Class signups for next semester are now open.
Pam: Ooh. What're you taking?
Jim: Nothing's really caught my eye as being easy enough yet. Who knows, maybe I'll take real classes this semester.
Pam: You should. Seriously. I mean, there's college and everything coming up, and...you should take real classes. You're too smart not to.
Jim: Come on, colleges will love that I was in a debate class run by the esteemed Chuck Noblet. Moving on.
Dorms, where people enjoyed not being in class.
Jim: This afternoon, Chad played guitar on the third floor. Ron met Chad's adorable cat and was traumatized by it. As you do. Robin and Ino both stopped by as well.
Pam: Elsewhere, Qui-Gon headed home, saying bye to Sora on his way out. Kabuto worked on a Chia head -- they still make those? -- and taught Ino about medical ninja-ing, and Jaina's back!
Jim: On the fourth floor, Karal made pancakes. Or a mess with a side of pancakes. Katara kindly didn't mock Karal's cooking skills. Dean was even more kind and gave him pointers. My best tip is to go to a diner when you want pancakes. It's a tip that has served me well. So the tip gets a tip. Ah, wordplay. I'll stop now. Meg was curious what the burning smell was. Fortunately it was still just the food and not the kitchen in general. But if there had been a real fire, Dean and Meg could have used their highly inappropriate fireman innuendo to put it out. All this when lives were at stake. I'm ashamed of you two.
Pam: How do you put out fires with innuendo?
Jim: I don't think I can discuss that in my parents' house where they can hear.
Pam: And you don't have a good answer.
Jim: No I don't.
Pam: On to town!
Town, where things probably happened
Pam: Gunther worked by himself at the Arms, whereas Lana was visited by Stanley at the bookstore. George Michael got visits from Tim and Mike...long last name at the banana stand. Speaking of which, he arrived this morning and tried to take Sulley home. But Sulley stayed! Yay!
Jim: Robin opened Caritas and served Constable Fraser some drinks that I think could get him kicked out of the Mounties. I'm just going to pretend that the one is about Watergate, the other is about a powerful angular and pointed projection used in defense of the ramparts, and the third is... I've got nothing for that one. Typo of "Ultimate Duck" maybe?
Pam: ...oh my god, Constable Fraser. Oh my god. Radio lady, I expected this of you, but...wow. Um. And I guess then they went back to his place. Wow. Anyway! I think that's it.
Jim: I believe so. Thank you, Fandom, for not being in town and making life easy for us.
Pam: And Merry Christmas! A couple days late, but it counts.
Jim: And a Happy New Year! Even though we'll be back in town before that. But still.