"What? You never said anything about two! We don't have room for two!" Numbuh 60, also known as Patton and the leader of the Kids Next Door Arctic Training Base and Arctic Prison, exclaimed.

The Numbuh 44 twins, Pete and Peter, glanced at each other, and one, Pete, said, "Yeah, but we've got two."

"Oh!" Patton smacked his forehead with his hand. "I get it! Just…put them in the same cell or something."

"Whatever," the other twin, Peter, said. "Come on, bro. Let's get the prisoners to their cell."

"Okay."

The twins walked out into the hallway. They had left the prisoners shackled in the S.P.R.A.Y.S.H.I.P. They were the most boring prisoners either brother had ever encountered. They just sat there and looked at each other.

Ugh.

The twins opened the door of the spaceship. As expected, the two prisoners were still just sitting there, looking at each other, oblivious to the world around them. Of course.

"Okay, okay, out you go!" Peter said.

"Come on, criminals. To your cell," Pete said.

"All right, all right, we get it," the female of the two prisoners snapped. "We're coming."

"Well, come on, then," Pete said, "Before we have to shoot you or something."

His brother looked at him with a blank stare. "We can shoot people now? Why didn't I hear anything about that?"

"Just shut up."

They lead the prisoners to the cell block. It was dark and forlorn. Pete and Peter each shoved the prisoner they were handling into the last single cell, at the very end of the row of cells.

As the brothers walked away, Peter turned to his brother and said, "We've got to get the higher-ups to make more cells down here."

His brother agreed. "We can't have the prisoners conversing with each other, sharing the same cells."

"Well, whatever. Let's get out of here. This place creeps me out."

The twins walked out of the cell area.

"Are they gone yet?" A voice came out from a cell around the middle of the block. It was Madam Margaret.

"Ja, ze are gone," another voice, from the front of the block, said. This voice belonged to Heinrich von Marzipan.

"Oh, look," Stickybeard said. "New prisoners. Kids, these are."

Soccer Mom, Mr. Boss, Count Spankulot, Crazy Old Cat Lady, Stickybeard, and the Toilenator were back in the Arctic Prison. The suspended period where they could be free, offered to them by Numbuh Four, was over.

"Hey, yeah," Mr. Boss said. "Wonder what they did to get here? Kids normally don't get captured. Except for little fatty in cell one."

Heinrich raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

The two newest inmates, in their cells, glanced quickly at each other, and the female one said, "We're here because we did something against the Kids Next Door. Like all of you." She leaned forward against the cold metal bars of the cell. "Isn't that why we're all here?"

The adults simultaneously agreed, then leaned back in their cells, quiet.

"Well, good. They're not talking anymore," the girl said.

"I must agree," the young male said, sitting back in his own cell.

The girl looked at the boy, and he smiled at her.

"Anna Worthington, what would I do without you?" The boy said, leaning forward toward her.

"…I love you, Jimmy Nixon McGarfield," was all she said.