Wrath of Michael Scott
“Michael. no.” Holly said, placing her hands on her fiance’s shoulder. “That’s not how this works.”
Michael rolled his eyes, “Holly, sugarplum. This is our wedding. Therefore,I think in that case it works however we want it to. You know what they say. My wedding; My rules.”
“Michael, I don’t think that’s how--”
“Shh, don’t intervene.” Pam said, gripping her husband’s hand.
“Michael--”
“NO! Holly.” Michael shouted. “I’m not joking around. Now, if you’ll excuse me... I’m going in.”
Pam: So, Holly and Michael are in Scranton for a couple of days to take care of some wedding things and Michael made comment that he wanted to come by the office since it’s been such a long time.
Jim: And Pam had the bright idea of letting the future Mr. & Mrs. Scott carpool with us.
Pam: Well, I thought it would be nice until they got in the car and bickered about what we are now referring to as the “Invitation Fiasco”.
Jim: This day could not get any better.
Michael burst through the doors of his old stomping ground, Dunder Mifflin. All action halted, all sound ceased and then suddenly erupted into spurts of excitement and joy at the sight of him.
It took no time for the ex-regional manager to be surrounded by his former subordinates. Had the situation been any different, he’d have been thrilled to greet them all one by one and answer every single question they had but today, no.
This was not the time.
He wore his straightest face as he pried through the band of friends surrounding him not offering so much as an ‘excuse me’.
“Michael!” Dwight yelled, running over to stop him dead in his tracks. “Hey, what’s this all about?”
Michael shoved the taller man, “Not now Dwight.” he growled as he stomped toward the annex.
Meredith frowned, “What’s his deal?”
Michael: Today is... Today is not a good day. Here I am, in the best office in the entire world and I can’t even enjoy it. I walked in and saw the faces of all of these wonderful people and yet I can’t feel happy to see them. All I feel is hate. Anger. Regret. I couldn’t sleep for days.
Michael angrily kicked the door open, leaving the annex looking even more upset that he’d been before he’d even gone in.
“Michael, calm down.” Holly said, walking over to console her irate fiance.
The man dodged her loving hands, his eyes darting from face to face.
“Where is he?” Michael yelled. “Where the hell is that god damned soul sucker of an HR trash can?!”
“Wait a second, you came all the way to Scranton....for Toby?” Kelly asked, brow risen in legitimate confusion.
“Alright people, you heard him! Find the man.” Creed said, peeking into the trash can behind Erin’s desk.
“TOOOOOOOOBYYYYYYY?!”
“This is not going to end well.” Jim said, bracing himself for the worst.
Pam: As it turns out, Holly is very good at forging penmanship.
Jim: And given how she’s practically a female Michael, it wasn’t hard for her to send Toby an invite as Michael.
Upon hearing his name, Toby emerged from the break room with his coffee cup in tow.
“Yes?” he said before his eyes settled on the unexpected face. “Oh! Hi, Michael!”
Michael eyes burned in pure fury, “I need to see you in my office!”
“Your office? You stopped working here half a year ago.” Ryan said.
That only seemed to make Michael even more irritated. He began to inch over to Toby only to be stopped by Holly.
“Michael, Michael. Hey! Listen, relax.” she said, holding Michael back from approaching the HR rep any more.
Jim quickly escorted Toby back to the break room,where he’d be safest from Michael’s incoming threats and insults.
“Toby, here’s the thing and I need you to listen to me because I do not know how much time we have before the bull breaks loose from--” Jim started.
“Alright Toby, forget what that moron has told you. You can not go to that wedding.” Dwight said, interrupting Jim before he had a chance to explain
“Look, he sent me an invitation already. I’m sure he’s just here to--I don’t know ask me to be a groomsman or something.” Toby said.
Jim nearly scoffed, “Are you insane? He never sent you that invite. Holly forged it so that you wouldn’t be the only one left out. Does that look like the face of a man looking to ask someone to be his groomsman?”
The three men looked out of the window to see Michael’s infuriated face peering at them through the window.
“Listen,” Jim sighed. “I think I know of a way to fix this but you have to do exactly as I say.”
Toby shrugged, “Yeah, okay.”
“Do not screw this up Toby.” Dwight said.
Jim shot a glance at Dwight before guiding Toby out of the break room without getting caught in Michael’s wrath.
“Michael, I need you calm down.” Holly said. “You are being completely irrational.”
“Well, Holly.” Michael started, “I have to take care of this before it’s too late.”
“Then take care of it with me.” she said, “It’s my fault that Toby got the invite. I sent it. Why aren’t you lashing out at me?”
The man sighed heavily with frustration, “He should have known that I would never in a million, billion, trillion years send him an invitation to my wedding. Why? So he can ruin it with his Tobyness?”
“Michael!” Holly yelled, “How could you be so mean and hateful to the man who wants nothing more than to see you walk to down the aisle and marry the woman you love? He’s happy for you. Don’t you understand that?”
“She’s right, Michael.” said another feminine voice.
“Pam?” he whispered.
“Think about the way you talk to him and yet he was thrilled to see that you’d thought to even send him an invitation to witness the happiest day of your life.” Pam said, walking over to the couple.
Holly held his hand, “You can be mad at me all you want but promise me you will think about this.”
"Ok.” he sighed.
Michael: I hate to say it but they’re right... It’s not technically his fault but....GOD. Who would want Toby of all the people in this world at their wedding? I’d rather have Hitler or Bin Laden there than this guy... But, you know... I’d hate to disappoint my future wife. “Happy Wife, Happy Life” ...Even if you’re miserable with the things that make her happy.
“Toby, you’re wanted in the conference room.”
“...Is it Michael?” Toby asked.
“Just go to the conference room.” she demanded.
Phyllis: So, Michael can’t say hi but he can use me to relay a message?
Toby headed toward the conference room, Michael had been waiting on him to arrive.
“Michael, you wanted to see me?” he asked.
“For the love of God--Jesus Christ-- Just sit down Toby and shut up. Please.” Michael groaned.
Without another word, Toby sat down across from the other man, trying his best to avert his gaze.
“Toby, how could you fall for something so stupid?” Michael asked.
Toby said nothing.
“What did it even say? Better yet, who gave you my new cell phone number and why?” Michael asked.
Again, Toby said nothing.
“Why do you even want to come to my wedding in the first place? We hate each other.” Michael said.
Still, Toby said nothing.
“What the hell Toby?” Michael frowned.
“I--I’m sorry, Michael. I don’t understand. Do you want me to speak or not?” he asked.
Michael sighed heavily into his hands, holding back his urge to curse the man across from him.
“Yes, idiot.”
Toby shook his head, “Michael, I don’t hate you. In fact, it’s the complete opposite. I’ve never hated you. Regardless of the things you’d say to me, I always thought of it as a way to just expression your frustration with HR. Not directly to me. I always hoped you’d come around one day. That’s why I was so happy when I got that invitation.”
Michael adjusted the watch on his wrist, “Yeah, well... I never sent that invitation to you.”
“I know that now. Jim explained.” Toby sighed. “Listen, Michael. If you truly don’t want me there, then I just won’t go. Simple as that... It’s your wedding day. The best day of your life. If me being there would ruin it for you then I’ll stay as far away as I have to.”
Michael stared at the man clad in brown for such a long time, it’d started to become awkward.
Toby stood to his feet, taking that as his cue to leave. And Michael watched, not saying another word to him.
A couple hours pass and Michael earned back the office’s good graces once he’d calmed down and apologized for his rude entry. Michael leaned on the reception desk as he and Erin chatted about the plans he and Holly had made for their honeymoon. He soon fell silent, compelled to answer to the nagging voice in his head.
He sigh, “Erin, could I borrow a pen and an index card?”
“Oh! Sure!” she said, quickly supplying him with what he’d asked for.
Toby sat in the annex listening to Kelly and Ryan bicker about whether or not a girl they’d met at a party the night before was hot or not until he’d felt a presence behind him.
An index card was placed faced down on his desk. He hesitantly reached for it before turning to meet the eyes of the person standing behind him.
“You’re invited. This time it’s truly from Michael Scott.” he read aloud.
Toby chuckled as he stood to his feet and reached out to Michael.
“If you hug me, I will rip that card up with a quickness you’ve never seen in your life.” Michael said, extending a hesitant hand out to him.
“Your heart grew three sizes today.” Holly smiled. “I’m proud of you.”
Michael frowned, childishly avoiding her eyes.
Regardless, she leaned in to kiss him. He tried to hold back but he couldn’t for long. He loved the woman too much to resist.
Michael: In a marriage, you pick and choose your battles. Is a pesky annoyance enough to ruin a relationship? No. When you love someone, you love them with not only your heart but your brain. If your brain tells you that you need to do something that your heart is not exactly happy about.... You do it. Because in the end your brain is smarter than your heart... And that’s how you keep your love alive.
Jim: Well Beesly, it seems like your carpool idea worked out after all.
Pam: Of course. I had it planned out the entire time.
Jim: Sure you did.
Michael: We’ve decided to let bygones be bygones.
Toby: It feels good.
Michael: Yup.
Toby: So, I was wondering Michael... Have you got all the groomsmen that you need?
Michael: You’re treading on thin ice Toby.
Toby: I was just--
Michael: Don’t push it.
