Not the wittiest of titles, perhaps, but what an episode! Maybe not among the very best, but so much more fun than we’ve tended to get on average. And these days that counts.
A DiNozzo-centric story, but still good. Possibly because it was. When DiNozzo is good he’s good. And just watching him with all the senseless party people on that bus, and him not enjoying himself. Wow! And he got to go to Paris, and not even that set him off in the usual way.
Didn’t know septic tanks were that huge, and how could McGee cheat? Come to think of it, with a septic tank, I would too.
Ducky playing games seems an unlikely thing, and must have been mostly there for plot reasons. I have to admit that like Ducky I had no idea there was a limit to the number of apps you can have. I mean, what’s the point?
Palmer was being equally clever and dense, just as Palmer should be. (Can we have that home made baby now, that I’ve been requesting?)
Did anyone see the big revelation about the admiral’s daughter coming? It was unusually well hidden, I thought, and made for a much better ‘adventure.’ (How do women walk, or run, for miles, wearing shoes like that?)