"Which one of you spun me?" the astronaut asked. "Who was it?" "Wally," Numbuh 3 said. "Don't be so quick to sell out your friend, Kuki. She's a part of the team," Numbuh 2 said. "How'd you know my name?"

Another shot was fired off by the Zorgons and shook the treehouse. "Looks like you got a pretty serious Zorgon problem," the astronaut said. "What do we do?" Numbuh 4 asked. "Hide," the astronaut replied. "Hide? They'll just destroy the whole treehouse," Numbuh 1 said. "We're gonna hide the treehouse."

The astronaut then walked over to the kitchen and starting rifling through the cabinets and drawers while the team watched. "Kuki, Wally. Turn off all the lights and electrical appliances," the astronaut said. "All right. Come on, Kuki," Numbuh 4 said before he and Numbuh 3 walked off.

"Hoagie, kill the flame on the stove." Numbuh 2 walked over to the pot of water that Numbuh 3 used to cook the spaghetti for Numbuh 1, grabbed it, and moved it to the counter beside him. "Burning gas. That's probably what brought them here in the first place," the astronaut said. He found what he was looking for and grabbed it. "Okay. Now get the pilot light on the furnace."

"What's a pilot light?"

"In the basement. Little blue flame under the big heater. Blow it out like a candle. Like this," the astronaut said before blowing out the flame on the stove.

Numbuh 2 walked to the monitor room, but saw sparks coming from there and knew the robot was self-repairing itself. He ran back upstairs and over to a thermostat. He had the idea to lower the intensity of the pilot light.

Meanwhile, Numbuhs 3 and 4 were turning off the lights around the treehouse. After they were done, the Zorgon ship stalled and stopped in place.

"Just a little more."

"What are you doing?" Numbuh 3 asked. "Just making something for the Zorgons to follow," the astronaut replied before throwing a match on the couch and setting it ablaze. "You wanna help me get this out of here?"

Numbuhs 3 and 4 pushed the ignited couch closer to the door and the astronaut pushed it out with his foot. "Come on. Hit it. Follow it," he said. The Zorgon ship followed the lit couch ot wherever it was going. "Zorgons. They're big, gnarly lizards. Cold-blooded heat seekers. And the tiniest spark of warmth will bring them in like moths. Flying all around the galaxy looking for anything they could find to burn up."

"Why don't they just burn up their own planet?" Numbuh 1 asked. "Oh, they already did. That's not even the worst of it. The real problem is their ravenous appetite. They never stop eating," the astronaut said.

"What do they eat?"

"Meat."

"That's good," Numbuh 4 said.

"Wally, you're meat," the astronaut said.

All of them were gathered in the living room waiting for the astronaut. "Why haven't you guys started yet?" he asked as he walked into the room. "We were just waiting for you," Numbuh 4 replied.

"Well, I'm here. I'm sure you already know how to take your turn."

"Yeah, I do. You just turn the key, press the button when it pops up, watch the ship move, and grab the card once it comes out."

As soon as Frost finished going through the steps of taking a turn, the card came out and he grabbed it. "Lose map of galaxy. Go back two spaces," he read before his ship moved back two spaces and he threw the card away.

Upstairs, the bathroom was no longer frozen and neither was Numbuh 5. "Man, so cold. It's like the Numbuh 4 episode all over again," she said before going to the thermostat. "What? Are they serious? Setting the temperature that low."

She then set the thermostat to a higher temperature and went back downstairs. "Hey, guys," Numbuh 5 said as she walked back over to them.

"Hey, Abby. Is it just me or is it feeling a little warmer in here?" Numbuh 3 asked. "No, it's not just you. I feel it too," Numbuh 4 said.