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Hey, guys.Where are Marshall and Lily?

Something terrible happened.

Are they okay? Are they in the hospital?

No.Somewhere much much worse.

Long Island! Tonight, we're moving out there for good.

for good ‰i‰“‚É

Yeah.Here are your spare keys to our new house.

Long Island? I don't understand.You can get spray tans here.

I never let myself believe this day would really come.

It's like when they canceled Party of Five for the second time.I mean when they canceled sports.

Guys, we'll still see each other all the time, and we'll talk on the phone.And I know people say that having kids means you won't see your friends anymore, but Oh, God, this is good-bye, isn't it?

No.Stop it.Guys, this doesn't change anything.We are only a 46-minute train ride away.Just pop out whenever you want.

So I guess this seat is open.I'll go get a chair.

So that's it.No more Marshall.

No more Lily.

They're gone.Which means no lame married couple shooting down all my amazing ideas.Guys, great news.I'm the new leader of the gang!

Marchall and Lily were almost done decorating their new house.

I like it there much better.

There was only one problem.

Wrong! This can't go here.

Kids, when he found out she was pregnant, Lily's estranged father unexpectedly showed up on her doorstep.It was a gesture she appreciated.But after two weeks, they'd had just about enough.

estranged ‘a‰“‚É‚Č‚Á‚Ä‚˘‚˝

That has to go there to cover up the splintery floorboard.And you can't hang this picture here.This isn't plaster; it's dried toothpaste.Guys, you're so lucky I'm here.I grew up in this house.I know it like the back of my hand.And this lamp absolutely cannot be here.

splintery Š„‚ę‚₡‚˘ plaster Ž˝‹ň‚đ“h‚é back of one's hand ‹‘â

Why not?

Blocks my view of the Widow Rodriguez doing her Jane Fonda workouts.

Isn't she a little old, Dad? Oh, you didn't see her when I was a kid.

In my mind, she'll always be 54.

I know he means well, but I can't take it anymore.He won't leave, and-and he's acting like this is his house.

No, I know.And these annoying notes he keeps leaving around? I need absolute silence when practicing the drums. Do not touch the fudge in my nightstand. We need ant traps for my nightstand.

I find myself hiding out here just because it's the only room in the house where he can't boss us around.

Great news.I put new batteries in the old intercom system.Now we can communicate at all times.Mickey out.

Look at what's become of our booth.

Looks like my old shop teacher's hand-just sort of missing something.

Enough! I am sick of you two wallowing in sadness, instead of doing the healthy thing and pretending anyone who leaves you never existed in the first place.

wallow ‚Ó‚Ż‚é

I hate to agree with Barney's near-paralyzing abandonment issues, but he has a point.You can't just stop living because two of your friends moved away.

paralyzing –ƒáƒ abandonment ŽŠ–\ŽŠŠü

Precisely.Now, as new group leader, I say we go out and do something that we never would have done with Marshall and Lily here.Ooh.Remember that amazing idea I had that one time?

Precisely ‚ť‚Ě‚Ć‚¨‚č

Let's go to a strip club.

Nope.

So what do you say? Let's declare our independence with an on-da-peen dance.On-the-peen dance.

No, we got it.

We got it.

Let's go to a strip club!

Well I'm going to miss them anywhere.Might as well see some cans while I'm at it.

I'll take it! Robin, Kevin, you in?

Kids, early in any relationship, there's a phase where you don't say no to anything.Because you want to seem interesting adventurous and open-minded.I call it Early Relationship Chicken.

Well, I'm open to anything.

Oh, mos' def.

def ‚˘‚Š‚ˇ

So So I don't want to go to a strip club.

I don't want to go to a strip club.

But I don't want him to think I'm some prude.

Man, we've been saying so for a while.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yes! Tonight is going to be legen-Wait, are we sure it's a good idea to go to a strip club? Shut up, Lily! I'm in charge now-dary!

I've got no cell reception.I wanted to call Ted.This feels weird.The last time I lived this far from him was my semester abroad.

cell-phone reception “d”g‚ĚŽóMó‘Ô

You never did a semester abroad.

That's what I called it when we lived on opposite sides of campus.

Wrong! Please tell me you're not plugging that in there.

Yes, Mickey, that's exactly what I'm doing.

All right, fine.I won't say anything.It's just that this was my room when I growing up, so I know it a little better than you.Lot of great memories here.Mostly just discovering my body.

That's it.Mickey, since you got here, you've been nothing but judgmental and pushy and strangely obsessed with your adolescent sex life.Tomorrow morning, you're out of here.

pushy Œú‚Š‚Ü‚ľ‚˘ adolescent ŽvtŠú‚Ě

Well, I-I've just been trying to help you

We don't need your help! I

Oh, it-it's okay, baby.It had to be done.

Too bad the one person who could stop you from making mistakes like that was told he has to move out next month.

Tomorrow!

Tomorrow!

Would either of you like a dance?

I'm always ready to rock.

And I'm always ready to roll.

So So I'm not ready to rock.

Rolling makes me dizzy.

dizzy –ڂމń‚é

Hell, yeah!

Yeah!

I'm buying my man a lap dance, 'cause that's just how I do!

Party like a rock star! Party like a rock star

Uh, hey, guys.It's Ted.Um you're probably busy with the move still.Um Give me a call if you want to gab.Sorry about using the word gab.

gab –ł‘Ę˜b

Ted, stop pining over Marshall and Lily.Have some self-respect.Now, put this fiver in your mouth so that stripper with the lazy eye can vacuum it up with

pin •‰‚í‚š‚é fiver 5ƒhƒ‹Ž†•ź

Barney!

Wh-what?

I'm allowed to miss them, okay? They're my two best friends.

I'm your two best friends! And we're here tonight to show you there's no need to miss something when you can replace it with something better.

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