Calm down, everyone. Mike and Tracy are exchanging personal, seasonal ghosts. Sex, death, loss, spectral cuckoldry, Whoopi: this one has everything.

Mike and Tracy competitively gift each other lucky items. But first we have to ask ourselves, what is luck anyway? And for that matter, how much noise can a cat make? What about a teacup? How did Sonic get fast in the first place? Aristotle is a man; Gift Horse is forever.

Mike and Tracy exchange restaurant concepts. Who has the wettest idea, and whose is the hottest? Join us in the Gift Horse kitchen for a meal without guard rails.

First, we check in on Tracy's escalating Godzilla fandom and what it--and Tracy--may become. Then it's time to exchange oversized items. Is that goose sound a new portal to the winner's circle? Or is there something sinister afoot?

Mike has a question for you, but he's afraid to ask. Molly has a T-shirt she's wearing, but she's afraid of falling. And Tracy has T-shirts for everyone actually.

After taking a week off from the pod because Mike was "dead tired," your favorite casters return to exchange gifts of urban planning. Now more than ever, it's Gift Horse.

We begin the episode with yet another incredibly disorienting challenge to the spatial status quo by Tracy, and things only get more gerblin from there. How much pizza does Mike eat when he's home alone? What would Tracy do in a shame tent? There are two or three ways to find out--but the simplest is to listen.

Tracy seizes control of the right side of the couch and promptly goes insane with power. Also, Amelia Bedelia learns kanban and earns the right to write terrible personal essays. She'll see you at Dave's Fox Head Tavern.

Mike and Tracy exchange challenging concepts and challenging art.

Mike and Tracy exchange lunch buddies. The only problem? Lunch is bullshit, and so is every object that conveys it.