Pacing by the back door in his faded, white fur, he awaited the arrival of his aquatic friend. Stripe couldn't understand why the others would trust such a nervous guinea pig to tend to the operation of assuring that Clyde Frog would make it there safely. It had already been hours since he said he would arrive and Stripe was beginning to panic. He continuously played out the worst case scenario in his head, thinking all the worse things that could have possibly happened to him. Still, he held out hope that he would eventually hear five simultaneous knocks on the door, followed by the secret code, signaling the arrival of their most trusted companion. Stripe, now running back and forth between the freezer and the fryer, felt like he was about to see his entire life flash before his eyes. He knew that not even a human could survive from such drastic emotion, let alone a furry animal like him. He managed to slightly calm his nerves by sitting in a bowl filled with water and warming it up via the stove, but in his haste to calm himself, he was too stressed to realize that a stove would continue to heat the water beyond its boiling point. Not even a minute later, he was back on the floor; but this time, completely drenched in boiling hot water, just about to fry his insides. Again, he started running through the kitchen, making his way to the freezer to hopefully cool off. He slowly opens the large, heavy, freezer door and can instantly feel the chill coming from within. The cold on his burning hot fur almost drags him into the chilled, dark room. He carefully steps inside, being careful not to trip over anything left behind from the night before. Becoming so caught up in his newly found comfort zone, he forgot to hold the door open; as a result, it ended up closing behind him, thereby locking him inside. Again, panic struck. He continuously pounded on the door and screamed as loud as he possibly could, but the freezer walls were far too dense for any noise of a squeaky pitch to find its way through. Not to mention the others were too far away to hear and Clyde Frog was still nowhere to be seen. Not only that, but now he wouldn't be able to let him in, even if he did show up. There was no time for Stripe to even think about panicking. He had to find a way out before the subzero temperatures completely penetrated through his warm body and freezing him where he stands. This was very difficult, considering the light was turned off, leaving the room completely dark. He crawled along the floor, carefully examining his surroundings, estimating how big the room was, knowing where all the walls were, and where all the obstacles stood. He climbed up onto a stack of boxes that had no problem holding him without tipping over. After reaching the top, he could feel an air vent sticking out from the top of the freezer. Overjoyed that he may have found an escape route, he frantically yanked off the cover and crawled inside. As he traveled through the seemingly endless tunnel, he had flashbacks to the various plastic tubes that reside in his permanent home at the Tucker household. But this time, he had a clear cut mission he had to accomplish, leaving no time for reminiscing. Crawling through the ceiling, he eventually saw light at the end of the tunnel. As he walked across the bridge connecting the air vent to the kitchen, the overhead panel collapsed from under him and he fell out, ending up back in the kitchen where he started. Just as he hit the ground, he could hear the knocking at the back door. Knowing that Clyde Frogs entry was imminent, he rushed to the door, opened it, and saw Clyde Frog standing there. He rushed out to hold him, thankful he's alive. He had a million questions on his mind and was dying to know what kept him out so long, but there was no time for that. The others were waiting, so the two of them walked through the kitchen and into the room where the others were awaiting his arrival.