Confusion
Michael walks into Dunder Mifflin with briefcase in hand. He has a serious look on his face; one of grim reality.
"Pam, I want you in my office right now." Pam looks at Michael and then at the camera. We zoom out and see Jim on his computer, pleasantly naïve to Michaels presence.
Pam gets up, presses her skirt against her leg and follows Michael into his office.
Michael sits down. "I understand that you have been carrying on a relationship with one of the Dunder Mifflin employees. And it's not anyone in the warehouse. What do you have to say for yourself?"
She thinks that Michael is referring to her secret relationship with Jim.
"What's there to say? I mean, I like him, he likes me; so we go out for dinner occasionally. That's not a problem, right? We asked Toby if we needed to sign an official 'we're dating' form, but he told us that our relationship wasn't official enough."
"Not official enough. Well, it's enough of a shock to the entire office that I'm afraid it might affect the work that goes on here. We can't have any disruption of our work! This is a working office!" Michael stands up victoriously and glances at the camera a few times. "Date him if you want! I don't know why you like him!"
"Okay –" Pam looks confused.
"Thank you. You may go." He smiles.
Pam walks out of his office. We cut to Pam sitting alone in the conference room.
"I honestly didn't think that Michael would have wanted to talk to me about dating Jim. We all have relationships from time to time and I would have thought that my dating Jim would be the least shocking of all of the office possibilities." He smiles.
We cut to Michael sitting at his desk, office curtains closed. His speaker phone is on and he is talking to Jan.
"Well did you ask her?" Jan's voice is irritated.
"Yes, I asked her." Michael takes a sip out of his Worlds Best Boss mug. "She didn't deny it like I thought she would. Actually, she told me that she's deeply in love with him and that she dreams about him every night. So that's interesting."
"Please. I don't need to know this." Jan sighs, clearly not comfortable talking to Michael about relationships. "Michael, can I be frank?"
Michael looks at the camera with a childish smile. "Why Jan, of course. I'm always here for you to be frank to."
"Michael, you are the one that wanted me to require the paperwork about Dwight and Pam. I'm not in Scranton to watch your every move, so I need to trust you when you tell me that this is urgent. Please take this as seriously as I am."
"Oh, I'm taking this very seriously." He looks at the phone as if it was Jan herself.
"Good. Just let me know if you make any more progress."
"You know I will. Any chance to call my Jan." He laughed at his own joke.
"I'm not your Jan. Goodbye, Michael." She hung up.
We see Michael sitting in the conference room. "It's like this, I love Jan. And I think that Jan loves me, she just doesn't know it. The funny thing is that I'm a nice guy; and I know a lot about women, so eventually she's notice me."
We see the office busy at work. Angela and Phyllis are decorating for a party in the break room. Kevin is on the phone, Stanley is typing. Dwight is daydreaming at the clock on the wall, which is right above Pam's desk.
Michael peeks through his office blinds. "I knew it!" he whispers to himself, a mischievous grin on his face.
We see Angela and Phyllis, standing on chairs in the break room with their hands in the air, trying to attach streamers to the ceiling. Angela looks at the camera then quickly darts her eyes.
Dwight gets up from his desk and glances around the room, stopping his eyes at the break room. He swiftly makes a 180 degree turn and walks to Pam's desk. Leaning in close to her he whispers.
"Pam, I need to talk to you again."
Pam looks up and her eyes soften as soon as she realizes its Dwight. "Yes?"
"I'm afraid your advice has only made things worse. I need to move on to plan B."
"Oh, well, I'm sorry it didn't work for you. What is plan B?"
"I was hoping you could tell me that. You're the girl, after all." He eyes the camera with a sexist evil in his eyes.
"Okay, let's go for a walk, I hate whispering." She smiled sweetly and got her coat. They both snuck out of the building, but not without a flutter of the blinds in Michael's office.
We're outside and it's cold enough to see Pam's breath. Dwight has his bright orange hat on.
"So, Dwight, tell me what happened with Angela."
"I told her that it was time to step up the relationship. We need to make it public."
"And how did she handle that?"
"She said that she didn't want to talk to me while I had an animal on my head."
"You had an animal on your head? Was it like a Daniel Boon hat?"
"No, it was not a Daniel Boon hat! Its wild board, native in only three US states. I killed it myself while out hunting on the Shrute family farm. I skinned it, too. The meat is smoking right now, though it won't be ready to eat for another month."
Pam put up her hands. "Okay, plan B."
"Yes, plan B! Do you think a dirt bike ride would work?"
"No, why don't you offer to make her an entire meal vegetarian?"
"A meatless meal? I don't think I can do that."
"It would really impress her! You should try it."
Dwight put his hand on his head. "Why is she so hard to get through to?"
"You could write her a poem. I'm sure Angela would go for that." Pam hid a smirk.
Pam's in the conference room again.
"Why am I helping Dwight? Because I know that there is no way that his 'relationship' with Angela will last. So it's a good way to try out new ideas without doing any real damage."