Sun shines across an expansive field. We pan down. Hey, it's the little lost ravioli ship! Or it could be a Napoleon hat. In any case, there it is. We fade to black in the world's tiniest crop circle.

Next week: There's horny business afoot when a hottie comes to town. It's gettin' hot in heeyah! So take off all your clothes! Clark gets heat-vision, and I'll probably get a headache. Oh, and end-of-recap shout-out to Steptacular. Hope you're feeling better, buddy.