Part 3

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM

The employees of the Scranton branch are enjoying birthday cake. Michael is wearing a birthday hat (the small cones that have an elastic strap) and is trying to put one on Pam. Pam is trying to back away from it.

MICHAEL: Come on, it's your birthday...you have to wear it!

PAM: Michael, no...you'll mess up my hair.

MICHAEL: You're a bachelorette now, no one is going to care.

Pam finally stops fighting it and lets Michael strap on a ridiculous looking birthday hat to her head. She looks at the camera with a forlorn face and shakes her head in disbelief over what Michael just said. She is speechless.

Dwight is making a mess out of his cake by trying to pick the vanilla parts out of the marbled cake. Every time he removes a piece he places it on a second plate he has there. Phyllis looks at him in disgust and then looks at Angela. Angela's eyes meet with Phyllis' and she quickly diverts them.

MICHAEL: Not a fan of the vanilla, huh Dwight?

DWIGHT: No, I am not.

MICHAEL: I'm a big fan of the chocolate love as well Dwight, but I don't discriminate.

Angela shoots an angry look at Michael and then walks out of the room in disgust.

MICHAEL: Stanley, how about you? Chocolate or vanilla lovin'?

STANLEY: I like this marbled cake. It's delicious, Phyllis. Where did you get it?

Phyllis begins opening her mouth to respond by Michael quickly interrupts.

MICHAEL: Mulatto. I think that's the proper term Stanley, not marbled or...Oreo.

STANLEY: What?

Michael looks uncomfortably at the camera and chuckles.

INT. STAMFORD OFFICE.

The girl that sits behind Jim throws a paper airplane at him. He catches it without even turning around to face it. He then spins around and faces her, throwing the airplane back

GIRL: How...?

JIM: I'm just that good.

GIRL: No, seriously...how did you see that?

JIM: Eyes in the back of my head?

GIRL: Or you were looking at me in the reflection of your monitor...

JIM: Is there anyplace else to look? I mean, I look at my spreadsheets and there you are. I look at my email, and there you are. I feel like I'm watching a web-cam of you with the reflection I get off this thing (hits the top of his monitor with his hand.

Jim smiles and turns around to face his desk again. The girl has a wide smile now.

INT. STAMFORD OFFICE, CONFERENCE ROOM.

Jim is talking to the camera.

JIM: So...I think I topped myself for Pam's birthday this year. Last year I changed Dwight's Windows start-up screen to have my face on it. I also changed his icons around for all the programs he uses most. It took him two weeks to figure out how to change it back. She really got a kick out of that one.

(pauses)

So this year I called up my buddy at IT to do me a favor...

INT. SCRANTON OFFICE

The Indian IT guy is in the office alone, taking Dwight's computer apart.

INT. STAMFORD OFFICE, CONFERENCE ROOM.

JIM: He installed one of these (Jim holds up a walkie talkie type device) inside Dwight's computer and hooked it up to the sound card. What can I say, the man is a genius.

(pauses while he smiles deviously)

Pam is going to get the other walkie-talkie for her birthday.

INT. OFFICE, CONFERENCE ROOM.

The office employees are still enjoying cake. Oscar hands Pam a small box that is gift-wrapped.

OSCAR: Here, this is from all of us.

PAM: Oh, wow. You guys didn't have to do this.

Pam opens the box and pulls out a mug. It says "World's Best Receptionist".

PAM: Thank you guys...that was very nice of you.

MICHAEL: Okay everyone, Jan is coming later today...we gotta look busy! Back to work troops!

INT. OFFICE.

Everyone is filing back into the office area and taking seats at their desks.

INT. OFFICE, CONFERENCE ROOM.

Oscar is speaking towards the camera.

OSCAR: Yea, so we had no idea it was going to be Pam's birthday. Phyllis picked up the mug from her fiance Bob Vance at Vance Refrigeration next door, his receptionist had it and she recently went on maternal leave for a few months. That buys us some time to find another one and replace it I guess.

INT. OFFICE, CONFERENCE ROOM

Pam is speaking towards the camera. She holds up the mug.

PAM: So...yea...the bottom of the mug is stained from coffee. I guess it's the thought that counts...I still wish Michael hadn't found out my birthday. And yes, I got flowers from Roy.

INT. MICHAEL'S OFFICE.

Michael is speaking towards the camera.

MICHAEL: A mug? How corny is that? (nervous laugh) A can of PAM is much, much funnier. And practical. She'll think of me next time she cooks an egg and it doesn't stick to the frying pan. What's she gonna do, think of them...every time she gets a cup of coffee? (smiles)

INT. OFFICE, RECEPTION.

Pam is sitting at her computer when another delivery man comes into the room, this time with a medium-sized brown box.

DELIVERY MAN: Pam Beezly?

PAM: That's me.

DELIVERY: Here you go, sign here. Thanks.

Pam signs the slip and the delivery man leaves. She looks at the box, the return address reads "Jim Halpert".

to be continued...