So I played around with the "Mr. Andrew Bernard" scene a bit for this one.

Oh, Andy. If it wasn't for people like you, school would have been so boring.

As Jim and Pam walked to where he'd moved his car to make room for the Ferris Wheel, the last thing he expected was Andy to come barreling into him to give him an over-enthusiastic hug as he faux-whispered: "I'm engaged!"

"I know!" Jim faux-whispered back. "That's awesome, man."

"Mr. Andrew Bernard. I like the sound of that."

Jim could only quirk his eyebrows at that. How the hell was someone supposed to respond to a comment as idiotic as that? What made it worse was that he knew that it wasn't the beers that made Andy make that mistake.

But Pam stepped in and saved him. "Congratulations on your engagement, Andy."

Following her lead, Jim smiled nervously and said, "Yeah. Congratulations."

"Thanks, Pam. Tuna."

Andy hugged him again, and Jim could feel the ring box digging into his thigh from the pressure of their bodies being pressed together. And just when he thought the night couldn't get any worse, Andy felt it too.

And in true Andy fashion, the man just had to comment on it.

"What's this, Tuna?" Andy asked playfully as he pressed just a little harder against Jim. "Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

Jim tried to get out of the man's embrace, wiggling and trying to bring his arms away from his torso, but Andy's grip was too strong.

"Noooo. Doesn't feel like a roll of quarters, and it's the wrong shape to be that other thing…soooooo…let's see what you've got there, Big Tuna!

A hand snaked down and tried to make its way into Jim's pocket.

'Oh dear God, please do not let this man make my night any worse than he's already done,' Jim silently prayed as he tried harder to get away from Andy, and once again it was Pam to the rescue.

"Why don't you go back to Angela and your parents?" she said loudly to get Andy's attention. "I know you have a lot of planning to do."

Andy, much to Jim's relief, stopped his assault and stepped back. "Oh yeah," he said, bringing a finger to his chin as he realized something. "The 'rents! They haven't met Angela yet!"

And he was off like a flash back to where the party was still going on.

Pam gave Jim a comforting smile and wrapped an arm around his waist to guide him to his car so that they could go home.

Jim parked his Saab in front of Pam's building and quickly hopped out to open her door for her. But as he made his way around the trunk, Jim realized that something felt off about his gait. He checked his pockets to make sure everything was still there, but…

The ring.

It was gone!

Jim stopped walking and did a 180 degree turn to carefully retrace his steps. Pam could only watch from her seat in the car as Jim slowly walked back to the driver side door, seemingly completely focused on his feet.

He opened the door but didn't get back in the car, instead turning on the interior light and getting to his knees on the asphalt so that he could get a close look at the floorboards.

Pam stayed in her seat, having done little besides undoing her seatbelt, and watched her boyfriend frantically search for something.

"Did you lose something?" she asked.

"No…" Jim's voice was strained as he worked his hand beneath his seat and felt around for several seconds. "Well, maybe."

"Oh God. Where is it?" he mumbled in desperation, not really caring anymore if Pam heard him. He had found the perfect ring, but now he lost it after all these weeks of teasing and hinting at proposing.

Damn himself and his own hubris.

Having exhausted all possible locations the ring box could have disappeared to in the car, Jim shifted his position so that he could crouch down and check beneath the car.

Pam leaned across the center console, leaning on the driver's seat to support her weight. "Jim? What are you doing?"

Jim didn't show any sign that he'd heard her, instead swearing under his breath as he kept on searching.

"Jim. You'll end up with gum in your hair."

Still no acknowledgement.

"Jim?"

This time, she raised her voice and called out more assertively: "Jim."

Jim popped back up to see what Pam wanted, but froze stock still while still on his knees on the street when he was that she was leaning towards him, supporting her weight with one hand on his seat and holding a familiar black box in the other.

He got up off the ground and back into the car. Pam sat back in her seat to make room for him and gave Jim the box when he reached for it.

"I found it back at the office park."

It had fallen to the ground as Jim struggled to get away from Andy's enthusiastic hands. Neither man had noticed as she bent down to pick it up and put it in her own pocket in a daze, realizing at that moment that Jim had indeed gone all out tonight for her, only to see Andy take advantage of his efforts instead.

"So…I guess Andy stole your moment, huh?"

"Uhm…Yeah." Jim didn't know what to say right now. All he could do was nervously drum his fingers on the steering wheel. "Yeah. He did."

"Listen, Pam…"

Pam held up her hand to silence Jim. "I know about the fireworks. I know that you arranged it all for me."

"Pam…"

She cut him off again, "Just ask me, Jim," and looked him straight in the eye.

Jim took a breath and opened the box so that Pam could see the ring he'd picked out for her.

"Pam…" This was it. No more joking. No more playing around. He was going to propose just like he said he would in his talking head earlier today.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes."

And her lips were on his as they kissed passionately under the yellow glow of the street lamps and the Saab's interior light.

"The 'rents"

I got that from one of my old high school teachers.