Later that night, the group was sneaking into Crosshair's area. The group was wondering why Pinkie had decided to come here.
"So, why are we going to the one place we shouldn't?" asked Sonata as she thought it was crazy, even suicide.
"We can't let these poachers leave the island. Even when we leave and get the police, they'll just escape and go into hiding," stated Pinkie.
"So, what's the plan exactly?" asked the former siren.
"Step 1 of Operation Stranded is getting them asleep. Phil, you sneak into the chalet and drug them with this."
Pinkie handed the monkey a bottle of melatonin. The monkey looked at the thing before giving a sound. Sneaking inside, Phil witnessed the hunters at each other's throats.
"You are all as worthless as a bag of rocks!" shouted Crosshair.
"It's not our fault! We're giving them too much of a chance by fighting them hand to hand; why not just shoot them and be done with it? It'll be easier on us all." said Hatchet.
"I tried that before calling you idiots! Luck always seems to be on their side," stated Crosshair as, in the background, Phil began to pour the contents of the bottles into their drinks.
"Fortune favors the stupid," stated Fur Coat.
"Just how stupid can those girls be?" asked Bolt.
The poachers then reached for their drinks and began to drink the spiked beverages.
"Doesn't matter! The sooner we find their camp, the easier we can get rid of them!" exclaimed Sidearms.
"Then let's go find them!" shouted Buckshot.
The hunters began to nod and chat in agreeance. They were about to go hunting when the drugs started kicking in.
"Actually, maybe wait a while to go searching," said Bolt as he clutched his head.
"Why?" demanded Crosshair. Soon he began to feel drowsy as he found his head spinning. "Actually, some sleep does sound good."
One by one, the hunters fell.
"Perfect," said Pinkie, looking through her binoculars before addressing the others. "Step 2: we take apart their ship's engines. Take anything we could use for repairs to our ship."
"Alright then, let's move," said Sonata.
"I'll monitor the chalet in case they wake up," said Sunstorm.
"Good looking," Pinkie said to the robot before following Sonata.
The girls walked onto the docks as they kept quiet.
"Once we get the parts, we'll proceed with Step 3."
"And that is?" asked Sonata.
"Not going to spoil it. Right now, start striping the engines," instructed Pinkie.
The girls then began to get to work on getting some parts. Pinkie was stripping parts from Fur Coat's ship when she opened a closet and found animal skin coats from illegally hunted animals.
"This psycho is a regular Curella de Vil," stated the pink-haired girl.
Sonata had managed to collect her own set of parts as, after some scavenging, she met up with the pink-haired teen.
"These guys are mental. A few trophies are fine, but there is stuff that makes me sick to my stomach," stated Sonata.
"That's why we need to execute this plan," responded Pinkie.
"I got the parts from the ships. What now?" asked Sonata.
Pinkie brought out some dynamite. Phil made a sound as Sonata agreed.
"He's right. Why are you holding that? And what's that for?"
"Step 3: Dynamite!" said Pinkie as she lit the stick up, and the fuse was heard.
The girl threw the stick onto the docks as Sunstorm flew down to pick them up.
"Now what?" asked Sonata.
"Now, for the boom!" exclaimed Pinkie.
As if on cue, the dynamite went off and made a loud boom sound. Crosshair and his comrades all woke up and grabbed their weapons.
"What happened?!" yelled Crosshair.
"Our boats!" shouted Buckshot.
The hunters all looked as they saw their ships stripped of their parts.
"MY CLOTHING!" shouted Fur Coat.
All of their hunting trophies and skin clothing were burned to ash.
"This means war!" yelled Crosshair.
Meanwhile...
"Pinkie, I snagged a two-way radio. But you're going to want to hear who's on the other line," said Sonata.
Sonata handed the radio over to Pinkie. Pinkie listened and heard the FilmFlam brothers on the other end. Sonata shushed her.
"I have an idea. But I need a tape recorder."
Pinkie did some digging around, and she found a tape recorder. Sonata took it and made a good impression of Crosshair.
"Hey, anyone on this line?"
"Crosshair, old buddy! How the poaching business?" asked Flim.
"Good business as usual," stated the former siren as she continued the fake impression.
"Wonderful. Listen, about that cruise ship you sent us. We kinda... Lost it with a couple of teenagers. But don't worry, your bullet delivery is on schedule." stated Flam.
"Good. How long till it arrives?" said Sonata, keeping up the act.
"Two weeks. Don't worry; unmanned drones will be delivering them like always," informed Flim.
The radio then went dead.
"What was the point?" asked Pinkie.
"Opportunity," stated Sonata with a smile.