Narrator: And soon, the second Bluth Company Christmas party in as many days began.

Michael: You are not fired, sir.

Tom: I really appreciate that.

Michael: You got it. Here you go. Merry Christmas.

Where the hell is my brother?

Michael: Hey.

Suit squeaking.

Michael: What the hell are you doing?

G.O.B.: Hey, don’t be mad at me ’cause you didn’t think about getting up at 6:00 a.m. and going out to Tarzana to get the ol’ banana suit out of storage. But it’s worth it, because it’s time for me to make people laugh again. With me. What’s funnier than a guy in an— Oh! Hey, wait. Hey! Hey! You’re pulling my leg off!

Michael: Hey, stop. Thank you.

People laughing.

Narrator: Later, G.O.B. was inside the banana stand and it was getting pretty hot in there, so he decided to lose a layer.

Michael: Hey, look, there’s your mom and George Michael. I guess they did come to support us after all.

Lindsay: Look at that. They’re all over each other. With their little secrets.

George Michael: Well, what can you do, right?

Lindsay: Yeah. How would you feel about singing a little karaoke?

Narrator: Unfortunately, Lindsay wasn’t there to see all of Michael and Maeby’s song, and was about to have a similar revelation.

Lindsay: (Singing.) / But you got some bait a-waitin’, and I think I might / Try nibbling a little afternoon delight... /

Narrator: Just then, Lucille arrived, craving a frozen banana. And the effects of Lindsay and George Michael’s “Afternoon Delight” was overshadowed by the effects of Oscar and Lucille’s “Afternoon Deelite.”

Michael: Mom? Tobias. Tobias, watch out.

Narrator: Tobias couldn’t hear...

Michael: Tobias!

Narrator: ...and didn’t manage to get out of the way in time.

Lucille: What the hell was that?

Narrator: And G.O.B. couldn’t move freely. Lucille tried to come to a stop, but the car hit G.O.B.’s banana peel.

G.O.B.: I can’t get out of here. I’m stuck.

Michael: Mom, are you crazy? You could’ve killed somebody.

Narrator: And that’s when Buster saw an opportunity to be a hero.

Lucille: G.O.B.?

G.O.B.: Mom, I’m stuck!

Buster: I got you, brother! (Laughs.)

Laughter.

Narrator: For the first time since he became president, G.O.B. heard the sweet sound of laughter.

G.O.B.: They’re laughing with me, Michael. They’re laughing with me.

Narrator: Unfortunately, Buster’s newfound skills did not involve lowering gently.

Tobias: Hey, it’s Tobias. Who wants to take me to the hospital?