April has to supervise a series of town hall meetings for the Pawnee Commons, but she hates talking…to people…about things, so she channels Leslie to get through it. April is actually a really good Leslie (“As Eleanor Roosevelt once said to Betty Ford, Hillary Clinton is great!”). You guys, April made friendship bracelets. Even if she did it to mimic someone else, she made friendship bracelets. She put in so much effort! That makes us park pals.
The meeting goes about as well as all Pawnee meetings, but things really get out of hand when Harris, who sounds like a creepy stoner version of Tom Haverford, starts advocating a topless park. Our favorite chanting Pawneean backs him up (I guess he’s lonely without Turnip the cat?). We’ve never met Harris before, so I can only assume that he’s been waiting in the wings for exactly this moment. If the park isn’t topless, Harris doesn’t care.
April hosts a follow-up meeting, but Andy conveniently forgets her Leslie bag with its Leslie pantsuit and Leslie notes.
Andy: You look amazing in this outfit! Plus you’re the smartest person on the planet. I think you can do this just being yourself.
Awww, Andy! He’s so smart! (School.) And of course, April’s excessive rudeness wins the day. They get 80 signatures for the park! To celebrate, April goes straight-up Hermione and burns the pantsuit.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I’m gonna get 12 eggs and part of a dead animal. Dealer’s choice, please and thank you.”
“Caterer number one’s presentation was simple, yet exhausting. Number two’s was subtle and provocative, like a coy Dutch woman guarding a dark secret…but number three’s told a story. A story from a book I wouldn’t read, but I would watch the movie of.”
April effectively sums up my feelings whenever I have to buy professional clothing: “This suit makes me want to scold a Catholic child. I don’t know who Ann Taylor is, but I hate her and I want to kill her.”
SHE STILL WEARS THIS.
Team Aniston for the win
Ben keeps it casual. “Chris—I’m dying.”
“I have voided more than Tom’s body weight in the last 12 hours alone. He might’ve just disappeared off the earth.”
“Haverfood rule #6: Never eat anything with a sauce I have to dip myself. Drizzle it on for me, I’m not your maaaiiid.”
“My God—I have driven Ann right into the belly of The Douche.” A-Poehls put on her Hillary Clinton voice for that one.
Jean-Ralphio started a catering company! “Now granted, he IS currently standing trial for counterfeiting euros, but the trial’s gonna be over quick. He’s definitely guilty.”
“Well, frankly, you should’ve thought of that before I burned it.”
So what did you think of this episode? How will Ben cope without calzones in his life? What will Ann decide? IS a gerbil marrying a rabbit? Here’s hoping tonight comes faster than the end of Jean-Ralphio’s trial.