The Ursa Major was parked safely in No Bear's Land and all the Battle Bears; Oliver, Riggs, Graham, Sanchez, Wil, Tillman and Astoria were doing their own little things. Malcolm was in the cockpit, sitting in the pilot's chair, reading a Battle Ducks comic when ABBi, the ship's computer started going off. The ship's emergency lights were spinning and red. Malcolm threw the comic down onto the floor and ran to the main room, where there was a screen.

"Incoming alert!" ABBi stated, her bionic eye viewable on the screen.

Malcolm grimaced, and grabbed out his walkie-talkie, which all Battle Bears should be carrying at all times.

"Battle Bears, main room, huddle, now!" He commanded into it.

Within seconds, the Battle Bears were in the room, huddled around him. Well, most of them. He did a headcount and realised one was missing.

"Wil! Main room! Now!" He reported into his walkie-talkie.

But there was no response from the walie talkie, and no entrance into the room.

"Has anybody seen Wil?" Malcolm asked the group.

"I'm pretty sure he was in the kitchen, last I saw him" Oliver replied.

"Wil. You haven't put your walkie talkie in the microwave. Again. Have you?" Malcolm spoke into his walkie talkie.

There was a sound of four beeps from his walkie talkie as Wil walked in.

"No, sir" Wil gulped as he took his place next to Oliver in the group.

Malcolm just glared at him, and turned back to the screen.

"What seems to be the problem, ABBi?" He asked the ship's intelligence.

"A planet has reported being infested by Huggables, and have requested the Battle Bears help" ABBi reported.

"Do we have a live scan of the planet?" Malcolm asked.

"No live scan available, Malcolm, just directions, which I will send to the cockpit's screen," ABBi replied, "We may be able to get one as we get closer"

"Right," Malcolm said, "Battle Bears, in your seats!"

He started to walk to the cockpit but stopped and glared at Wil.

"And stay there" He added as he walked off.

He entered the cockpit, and secured himself to his seat, turning on the screen where ABBi had inputted directions to the planet. The Ursa Major lifted off and began to soar through space, passing several planets before arriving and landing safely in a secluded area of the planet. He looked at the map, and saw something. His eyes widened. He got up and exited the cockpit to see all six bears, except Wil, who was struggling to get out of his seatbelt, standing there with their weapons, all ready to go.

"I'm afraid all of you can't go" Malcolm told them.

"But why?" Riggs asked.

"They demanded the Battle Bears, didn't they?" Oliver said, emphasising the 's' on 'Battle Bears'.

"They did," Malcolm replied, "But I, and I even think ABBi, were unaware what was going on here"

"What do you mean, 'what's going on'?" Tillman asked.

"Whoever let the Huggables on this planet have also placed detection devices on nearly every single object, one wrong move and they'll know we're here," Malcolm explained, "There's only one of us who is stealthy enough to not be seen, or caught"

"Ooh, I got this!" Wil said, finally getting free of his seat.

The seven bears looked at Wil, dumbfounded.

"...Maybe not" Wil said, sitting back in his seat, disappointed.

"Astoria" Malcom said.

"Me?" Astoria asked.

"Her?" Oliver asked, albeit nervously.

"Yes, she is the most stealthy of all of you. She calculates her movements, she is the perfect bear to explore this planet," Malcolm answered, "Are you up to the task, Astoria?"

"When am I not, Malcolm?" Astoria said, as she held up her Dead-Eye vertically, and placed her Tomahawk in her bag.

Malcolm simply nodded at her, as he opened the shaft of the ship, "Remember: Be safe, and very stealthy!"

"Got it, Malcolm!" Astoria said as she jumped off the ship, and began walking through the dense forest-like planet, being careful as to not touch anything. Malcolm, Graham, Sanchez, Tillman and Riggs returned to where they were earlier.

"Oh, I hope she'll be alright" Oliver said, biting his hands.

"Oliver's got a cruuush" Wil teased him.

"Oh, shove a Batterito in your mouth, Wil!" Oliver retorted as he stormed into his room in the ship.

"Don't mind if I do, actually" Wil said to no-one, reaching into his bag, then realising something, "Oh, no, it's cold! I have to heat it up in the microwave! Don't worry, Batterito, WIL WILL SAVE YOU!"

And with that, Wil was rushing into the kitchen.