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Scott, when I get down from here, you are going to be in big, big trouble, mister.

Come on, Mr.E.Didn't you ever cut loose when you were a kid?

cut loose ‰H–Ú‚đŠO‚ˇ

That's irrelevant.I mean, of course I did.One time, when my parents were out of town, my brothers and I set the basement on fire hosting an amateur wrestling exhibition.There were some theatrics.

irrelevant •s“KŘ‚Č set the house on fire ŠĎ‹q‚đ•Ś‚Š‚š‚é theatrics ŽĹ‹‚Ş‚Š‚Á‚˝

See, you get me.I don't think of you as some dummy I trapped on the roof.I think of you more like, like my dad.Can we keep the party going for 30 more minutes, please?

Okay, Scott.

Thanks, Pop.

It's fine, kid just needed to blow off some steam.No! Grandma Gunderson knitted that! Scott!

That was crazy.She just ran out of there crying.

Now she's not answering her phone.She's been acting really weird for a few weeks now, really since the night we discussed the hurricane.Barney, you split a cab home.Did she say anything?

We didn't really talk much.

Well, lucky for us, someone at this table is skilled in the art of detection.Robin's upset.She and Kevin are having trouble.He cheated on her.

detection Žć‚č’˛‚×

No way.Kevin's an honest, decent guy who never on his best day could pull a hotter chick than Robin.

decent ‚Ü‚Á‚Ć‚¤‚Č

Maybe Robin cheated on him.Maybe Robin is the dirty bird who slept with someone else.

I don't know, this pole-vaulting thing seems like a slam dunk to me.

Oh, it is so obvious.Barney.What is the name of that guy you worked with-uh, Randy? It was Randy.

Wait a second.I just cracked this case.The little maple leaf onesie.It made her homesick.That's why she's so upset.She's not going home for Christmas.She wants me to invite her to Ohio.

That's got to be it!

Either that or she slept with Barney.

Oh, you must be Scott.

Oh, hello, ma'am.It's nice to finally see your face.Well, I'd better go hit those books.

Hold it right there, young man.This is for helping out my husband.

Wow, 50 bucks.Merry Christmas.

Lily!

An airplane ticket to Cleveland?

I know it's not Canada, but it starts with a C and it's cold as balls, so get packed.You're coming home with me for Christmas.

Yeah, nice try, dude.I wouldn't go to Cleveland for $125 million paid over six years.

Still? Still with the LeBron jokes? Where's that ring, huh? Where's that ring he's supposed to have by now? Look, I just-I thought you were bummed about not going home for Christmas.

Are you kidding? I love New York at Christmas.It's so quiet and peaceful.Got my eggnog to keep me company, so

Robin, what's wrong?

Nothing.

Just tell me.

Why do you need to know so bad?

So I can cheer you up.

It's not your job to cheer me up.

Yes, it is.Cheering you up is my job.

Well, then, you're fired.

You can't fire me.I'm union, bitch.

It's not your job to cheer me up.

Yes, it is.

No, it's not.

Yes, it is.

No, it's not.Merry Christmas, Ted.

Merry Christmas.

So, kids, I settled in for a Christmas alone.I appreciated that Ted wanted to cheer me up, but honestly, it wasn't necessary.So I can't have kids.Big deal.This way there's no one to hold me back in life, no one to keep me from traveling where I want to travel, no one getting in the way of my career.If you want to know the truth of it, I'm glad you guys aren't real.

Really glad.

Damn it.

Yes, it is.Look, you don't want to tell me what's wrong, fine.I don't need to know.But you can never stop me from trying to cheer you up.It's a fact of life.You're just gonna have to deal with it.

Ted I

Hold on, hold on, this is the best part.

I'm on the highway to hell On the highway to hell Highway to hell.

Kids, your Aunt Robin never became a pole-vaulter, but she did become a famous journalist, a successful businesswoman, a world traveler.She was even briefly a bullfighter-that's a funny story, I'll get to that one later.But there's one thing your Aunt Robin never was.She was never alone.

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