In the car, Bagheera and Zuba were laughing about Bagheera's story.

"This is in the jig, Zuba. Just one more stunt, and I'm moving out," Bagheera said. "You know the problem like I do."

"He starts monologuing," said Zuba.

"He starts monologuing! He's been like that for three days straight."

"Always yammering."

"Always yammering. Say, you ever heard of Vitaly the Tiger Beam?"

"Yeah, he was missing. No one was able to find him."

As Zuba and Bagheera chat, a dragon named Cynder was watching them as she spoke to someone on the Bluetooth earphone. "Not at the moment," she said. "They're just chatting."

"Yeah. To tell you the truth, I'd rather go bowling, but we're doing some night conversation," said Bagheera

"That's what they all said," said Zuba.

Zuba and Bagheera then listen to the police scanner about a fire in downtown.

"A fire. We're close! Yeah, baby!" Zuba cheered.

"Party time," Bagheera said as he drove off.

"Fire! Yahoo!"

Cynder followed the car without being spotted.

In downtown, the building is under heavy fires, and inside, Zuba and Bagheera had carried the people unconscious from smoke. They're both wearing ski masks for some reason.

"Is that everyone?!" Zuba asked.

"Checked everywhere!" Bagheera said. He tried to put out the fire, but his ice powers won't work due to the heat from the fires too strong. "I can't lay down the layer thick enough! It's evaporating too fast!"

"What does that mean?!"

"It means it's hot, and I'm dehydrated, Zuba!"

"You ran out of ice?! You can't run out of ice! I thought you could use water from the air!"

"There is no water in this air! What's your excuse, run out of muscle!?"

"I can't smash through walls! The building's getting weaker by the second!"

"I wanted to go bowling!" Bagheera yelled as the debris fell in front of him and Zuba.

"All right, stay right on my tail; this is gonna get hot!"

Zuba and Bagheera race down the hall and crashed out of the building as the building collapsed. Zuba and Bagheera looked at the unconscious people and chuckled as they high five. They struggled to get up while coughing, but when they look around, they found out that they not only escaped from the fire, but they also wound up…in a jewelry store.

"Uh-oh," Zuba said. He stood up, as he was touched by security lasers. "Oh, good."

The lights went up as the alarm went off, as Bagheera moaned. "That ain't right!"

T.U.F.F. Agent Dudley Puppy kicked the door open and screamed, "Freeze!"

Zuba and Bagheera raise their paws, and Zuba looked at the water vending machine, as he took a cup and held it at the machine.

Dudley caught Bagheera moving. "Freeze!" he repeated.

"I'm thirsty," Bagheera said as he pushed the button to fill the paper cup.

"I said, freeze!"

"I'm just getting a drink."

Bagheera drank the water for the paper cup.

"All right, you had your drink," Dudley said. "Now, I want you to…!"

"I know, I know," said Bagheera, dropping the cup. "Freeze."

On that word, Bagheera used ice powers to freeze Dudley, as a gunshot was heard.

Kitty Katswell came in and shouted, "T.U.F.F. Agents!" She looked around and saw the unconscious people on the ground, but when she turned, she saw a bullet in ice, with Dudley trapped in ice. "Dudley?"

Bagheera and Zuba had managed to escape custody, as they took off the masks.

"That was way too close," Bagheera said. "We are not doing that again."

Bagheera then drove off, as Cynder watched them go. "I think I have the right lion for the job," she said, grinning.

Zuba had returned home as he opened the door. Walking in, he took some pizza from the platter and took a big bite, but when he turned around, Florrie turned on the lamp to show her unhappy face at Zuba.

"I thought you'd be back by eleven," said Florrie.

"I said I'd be back later," said Zuba.

"I assume that if you ever come back at all, you'd be 'back later'."

"Well…I'm back, okay?"

Zuba turned around to take another bite of pizza, as Florrie stretched her arm out and grabbed his shoulder. She approached him, and she plucked a tiny piece of wood from the building.

"Is this rubble?"

"It was just a little workout," Zuba lied, his mouthful. "Just to stay loose."

"You know how I feel about that, Zuba. Darn you! We can't blow cover again!"

"The building was coming down anyway."

"What?! You knocked down a building?!"

"It was on fire, structurally unsound. It was coming down anyway."

"Tell me you haven't been listening to that police scanner again."

"Look, I've once taken liberty of performing public service, and you act like it's a bad thing."

"It is a bad thing, Zuba! Uprooting our family again so you could relive the glory days is a very bad thing!"

"Reliving the glory days is better than acting like they never happen!"

"Yes! They happen! But this, our family is what's happening right now, and you are missing this! I can't believe you don't wanna go to your own son's graduation!"

"It's not a graduation. He's moving from the fourth grade to the fifth grade."

"It's a ceremony!"

"I know, but it's psychotic. They keep creating new ways to celebrate mediocrity each day, but if someone is genuinely exceptional…"

"This is not about you, Zuba. This is about Simba."

"You wanna do something for Simba? Then let him actually compete! Let him go out for sports!"

"I will not be made the enemy here! You know why we can't do that!"

"Because he'd be great!"

"This is not, about, you!"

They heard a rushing sound, and they probably know why.

"All right, Simba, I know you're listening. Come on out," said Zuba.

"Alakay? You too, young man," said Florrie.

"Come on. Come on out." Simba and Alex appeared from their hiding spots, with Alex turning visible. "It's okay, kids. We're just having a discussion."

"Pretty loud discussion," Alex said.

"Yeah, but that's okay. 'Cause you know mom and I are a team. We always…"

"Save the day," Florrie said.

"Yeah. Save the day. Let's get some sleep."

Zuba and his kids went to bed. Florrie let out a sigh and turned off the lamp.