Phoebe slapped his hand away. "No! It’s the energy, Joey. I had a dream last night that my grandmother’s spirit tried to visit me, but she couldn't get through because the air was too... sticky ."

As she stormed out, Joey finally unscrewed the lid. "More for me," he muttered, while Monica and Chandler began frantically looking for superglue, praying the "peanut butter curse" didn't extend to home repairs.

How do you think should try to fix the spoon before Phoebe finds out?

"We have to tell her," Monica whispered harshly to Chandler behind a muffin.

"That’s what they want you to think!" Phoebe grabbed her coat. "I’m going to go talk to the squirrels in the park. They need to know their cousins are being processed into a paste of lies."

"Tell her what? That we murdered her spoon with the very substance she currently believes is an agent of evil?" Chandler hissed back. "We’ll be next! She’ll think we’re 'sticky' too!"