Paulie psyches himself up for the race. His training consisted of some things I probably shouldn't detail here. Suffice it to say, Paul claimed he was down to his "angry weight" by the time of the race.

 Michelle mocks Pete's "Miracle Speed Elixer", which he claims imbues him with super powers. Mock all you want. Check the race results. In his own mind, he was running faster than Sammy Lele.

 A group shot from Julie's party. Going in a circle: Pete Coppola, Jen Das and Madison, Aaron looking tough and grungy, Paul sporting his CIA duds, Pete Hollmer's big head, Maura, and Michelle's shoulder.

Look at the baby! Chris, Brooke, Leena, Chris, and Lauren. The baby, of course, is more fascinated with the dirt in front of her.

 Babies! Tori, Madison, Emma, and Jen.

 The proud father and one of his little darlings, Chris and Lauren.

 Now is it just me, or do you get the impression that Chris would make a good Santa? "No kid, you're gonna poke your eye out, now get off! NEXT!"

 You know, come to think of it, either Chris would make an appropriate Santa, but for very different reasons...

 "Tell me the story again, Petey."

"So I lost my pinky while attempting to bring the One Ring to Mount Doom, and I got in a fight with this little jerk Gollum..."

"OH for crap's sake, Hollmer! You lost it while stealing from the candy machine at work."

 "Aggghh!! Michelle! Get the bee away! Dammit Michelle, this is just like that time at camp when my mattress fell off the back of the platform in the rain and I needed you to help me bring it back up, and you wouldn't wake up!!!! Waaaaggghhh!!!!"

" Do babies love zerberts? Find out tonight at 10!"

 All of the forces of past and present collide. Can you tell who got an earful on the ride home?