It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining on the Autobots' peaceful camp. Bumblebee, Optimus Prime, and Hound were sitting beneath a tree. As usual, the topic of conversation was their evil enemies, the Decepticons.

"I saw some Decepticons driving through the mountain passage a few miles from here yesterday," Bumblebee said. "It seemed as though they were looking for something."

"Trouble, probably," Optimus Prime replied. "Trouble and fighting are their favourite sports."

Beachcomber, the gentle geologist, was pacing back and forth. He didn't like to hear about the Decepticons. They made him nervous. Although he would fight to defend the Autobots, he didn't like conflict. Beachcomber preferred to roam around the quiet countryside, exploring hidden places and looking at the different soils and rocks he found. "I need to be alone," he thought. "I'll sneak away to my secret place."

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