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So, Stinson's Hangover Fixer Elixir is a lie?

Why would you lie about that?

Just to mess with us? Like that one jerk in every high school who brings in fake mushrooms just to see who's gullible enough to think they're tripping?

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Damn you, Ollie Gunderson. I knew those shrooms tasted like Sea-Monkeys.

How do you know what Sea-Monkeys taste like?

My older brothers are not... the best people.

Why did you lie?

I... love you guys.

He loves us? Let's throw him down the stairs again.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Think about it. The first time Barney gave us that drink, those hangovers all happened at the worst possible moments. Remember? Marshall thought he botched day two of the bar exam, so he freaked out that night and got wasted?

botch Ž¸”s‚ˇ‚é

Now I'm gonna miss the last day of the bar? I'll never be a lawyer! I should just go back to being a manager at Structure. That ten percent off all vests sale? That was my idea! As was cutting the arms off all the shirts that weren't selling. That's where I belong.

No, Marshall. You're gonna be a lawyer.

No, I can't do it.

Yes, you can. Your first day back live on the air is gonna be legend... wait for it...

dary! Your kindergarten field trip to the jackhammer and siren museum today... ...is gonna be legendary.

No, it's not. Nothing's ever gonna be legendary again. I-I'm never gonna recover from this.

It's just a hangover, Ted.

Not that! I got left at the altar, Barney. I'm now a guy who got left at the altar. There's no coming back from that.

Drink this. You're gonna be okay.

Barney made up the Stinson's Hangover Fixer Elixir so we would all believe that we could rally. I mean, even though it's fake, it-it worked. Like-like Dumbo's feather.

rally Œł‹C‚đŽć‚č–ß‚ˇ

Dum-bro's feather.

A placebo.

Place-bro.

A sugar pill.

I...

He lied so we'd be okay.

Hmm. Barney does love us.

I wish we could help him out the way he helped us. But the wedding photos are in 20 minutes.

My dad's gonna be so pissed.

Yup. Barney's a dead man.

Barney? You were always a bit... chatty and blond for my taste. Like a woman. But this new side of you... quiet, steady? I like it! You've earned my respect today, son. I request the highest of fives.

Oh, no.

Stay cool. I got this.

I don't believe this. You did Weekend at Barney's. And it worked. God, today's gonna be all downhill from here.

That's what the bride wants to hear.

No, that's not what I meant. I just mean Weekend at Barney's is a thousand times more amazing than our wedding could ever be. I'm gonna get some more coffee. I can't wait to see the photos!

Well, he bought it.

We lied out of love. Look how happy he is. I mean, he has no idea we had to cancel the wedding photos and my dad was so angry, he came up to our room and kicked Barney in the crotch.

And the best part is your dad has no idea. He still loves me. Hey, do anyone else's balls hurt?

And, look, some good came out of all this. Seeing you like that, we all vowed never to get that drunk again.

Well, actually I didn't. But I will now. Never again.

Never again.

Kids, no matter how hard we try, even the best of us go a little too wild sometimes. And in those moments, we all need someone who loves us to help us rally.

Happy New Year.

Okay. That was, that was way too loud. You're practically screaming.

What you need is Stinson's Hangover Fixer Elixir.

Even if that means lying once in a while.

Does it work?

Totally works. It's normal, it's totally normal.

I love you so much.

I love you, too. Whoop, whoop. Better drink it fast.

Mommy!

Hey, look who it is!

I can't believe we kissed today. Weird. I-I feel kind of bad that, um, Ted and Marshall missed it. Hey, we should kiss one more time in front of them just to, like, blow their minds. Right?

Nah, I don't think so.

Exactly, totally. Ha-ha, guys, you don't get to see this kiss either. So, where should we go? Closet, patio? Ooh, I think the sauna's open.

Well, I... actually... to be honest, it-it felt kind of weird to me. Once was enough.

Totally. We could kiss. We could not kiss. We could kiss. Doesn't matter to me. It's stupid. I'm stupid. So stupid.

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