It's Comic Relief Day and the office is awash with wackiness. All 19 stone of Keith is squeezed into a bright yellow Ali G costume, Sheila has become Wonder Woman and Gareth is hopping on one leg.
The hilarity climaxes when Neil and Rachel stage a truly impressive dance sequence from Saturday Night Fever in the reception area.
David, desperate to outdo them, embarks on his own spontaneous dance. A jaw droppingly horrendous performance that would be charitably called "interpretive".
Dawn's money raising idea of selling kisses for a £1 results in a close shave with Gareth's friend 'Jimmy the Perv'.
However things start looking up when Tim puts in his quid and The Kiss finally happens.
David isn't having such a good time - Neil and Jennifer at last bite the bullet and tell him that he is being made redundant.
Brent-ism of the episode
"What would Lenny Henry say? I think we know - imagine him going out of the door and Dawn French is going 'Where you going? You haven't done the washing up, you haven't put the rubbish out!'
'Do it yourself! I gotta go and save some Africans!'"
Too good to miss out...
Simon: "You know Bruce Lee's not really dead don't you? Yeah it's in a book - what he did was he faked his own death so that he could work undercover for the Hong Kong police infiltrating drugs gangs and The Triads"
Gareth: "Yeah I reckon that's true"
Tim: "Yeah I reckon that's true 'cos if you were gonna send someone undercover to investigate The Triads you'd probably want the world's most famous Chinese film star"
