Chapter 1

"Thank you, Los Angles!" Alvin shouted into his headset. "Good night!" Brittany added through her own headset. With that, The Chipmunks and Chipettes closed out the show, and the night. The eight inch tall, furry rock stars had called on to perform a charity concert for the Feed The Children foundation. The six dashed off stage, to a waiting Dave. "You guys were on fire! Chipmunks and Chipettes, together. Always a good idea." 'Aw, thanks, Dave." Eleanor giggled. "Hey, Dave?" Simon asked. 'Yes, Simon?" "Do you know how much money was raised tonight?" "Not exactly, but let's see if we can figure this out. Let's see, I heard one of the supervisors of the concert say that there was about forty thousand people here tonight. And the tickets were eight dollars a pop." "Okay, so, eight times forty thousand…. That comes to about three hundred and twenty thousand dollars!" "Man, that's a lot of Benjamin's." Alvin said. "And they're all going to a good cause. I hope a lot of the needy kids out there get a nice, big meal very soon, because of this." Jeanette said. "That's not all, Jeanette." Dave said. 'There's more?" "Yeah. I saw a whole bunch of people leave for the merchandise stands while you lot were on stage. They came back with a full set of chipmunk and chipette dolls." "Full sets? You mean all six of them?" "That's right." "How many people did you see, Dave?" Eleanor asked. "Oh, I'd say at least thirty. Could've been more, but at least thirty." "Well, Sy?" Alvin asked. "Well, what, Alvin?" "What's the total for the dolls? You're the living calculator here, so tell us non-cyborg chipmunks what the answer is." "Alvin." Dave said. 'It's alright, Dave. I've learned to ignore Alvin's, how shall I say, indiscretions. It's like water off of a duck's back to me. It means nothing to me anymore." Dave nodded, but thought 'You can say that all you want, Simon, but I know better.' "Now, then, you wanted to know the total for all the dolls that were sold, right, Alvin?" "I just said that." "Alright. Let's see. Each dolls is six dollars. Six times thirty equal one hundred and eighty. So, the total amount earned from the sale of the dolls alone is one hundred and eighty dollars. Of course, that's just a low scale estimate, because we don't know exactly how many people went and bought dolls." "Still, though, that's not bad. Ah, imagine the looks on the faces of the kids that are going to get those dolls. Priceless." Brittany said. "Hey, do you guys think that there's enough dolls left to send to the needy kids?" Jeanette said. 'Already been taken care of, Jeanette." Dave said. 'You mean?" "Yup. They're on there way to as many unfortunate kids as possible right now." "That's great! When did you set that up, Dave?" "A little after you all went on stage and I saw some people go and get them. That inspired that idea. So, I passed it on to some of the supervisors of the concert, and they thought it was a great idea. And, it went from there." "Oh, that's so great. But you know, if you hadn't of thought of that, I would've been willing to stay up late tonight, even into the early morning hours, in order to deliver those dolls, if that's what it took." Dave cocked an eye brow. "Jeanette, come here a minute." "Um, okay." Jeanette walked over to Dave. Dave knelt down, stuck out his hand and Jeanette climbed on. Then, Dave brought Jeanette up to his level. He then began to look her over. "What are you doing, Dave?" Jeanette asked. 'I'm getting a good look at you." "Why? Is there something wrong with me?" "No. I'm just trying to figure out how you fit a heart as big as yours into a body as small as yours." "Oh!" Jeanette said. She then giggle and smiled. "My sister, ladies and gentlemen. A future recipient of the Nobel peace prize, no doubt." Brittany said. "Oh, stop it, Brittany." Jeanette said. Dave set Jeanette down on the floor. "Okay, so, is everyone ready to go home?" "Sure." Most of the chipmunks said. Alvin remained silent. "Alvin?" "Huh? What is it, Dave?" "I asked everyone if they're ready to go home, and you didn't answer. So, are you ready, or are you 'not tired' yet?" "I'm definitely not tired. Anybody know where I can find a skateboard?" "Alvin!" "What?" Dave pointed to the brace on his wrist. It had been severely injured when he tripped over a skateboard Alvin had left out a few weeks ago. 'Oh, right. That. Um, okay, forget the skateboard. Um, who wants ice cream?" "Ooo! I do, I do!' Theodore shouted. 'Me too!' Eleanor said. "Some ice cream would be nice right now." Simon said. "Can we get some ice cream on the way home, Dave?" Theodore asked. "Well, I guess, you earned. Alright, let's go get that ice cream and head home." "Alright!" All the chipmunks shouted. Later, at the ice cream shop. "Oh, I just love banana flavored ice cream.' Eleanor said. "You're the only one I know who does." Alvin, who was sitting right next to Eleanor, said. "You should try it, Alvin. Here." Eleanor said, pushing her ice cream cone towards Alvin. "Uh, Ellie?" "What? Oh, right. The germs. Um.." Eleanor noticed that Dave was eating his ice cream out of a cup, with a spoon. 'Hey, Dave?" "Yes, Eleanor?" "Do you have another spoon I can use?" "A spoon? But, you have a cone, Eleanor." "Please?" "Oh, alright. Let's see. Oh. Well, would you look at that. I did pick up an extra spoon by accident after all. Here you go." Eleanor took the spoon and scraped some ice cream off of the side of her cone that she hadn't licked yet. "Here, Alvin. Try this." "Well, if you insist." Alvin tasted a little of the offered ice cream. "Hey, that's not bad. Not as good as strawberry, but still pretty good." "I thought you'd like it. I think every one should try it!" Eleanor waved the spoon in the air as she shouted. The spoon hit Jeanette and Simon, who were sitting behind Eleanor, and knocked them over the nearby edge of the table they were sitting on. "Simon! Jeanette!" Everyone rushed to the fallen chipmunks aide. "Oh, I'm so sorry, guys. Are you alright?" "My head hurts, but otherwise, I'm fine." Simon said. 'Same here." Jeanette said. "You must've hit your heads when you landed. Does it hurt really bad? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" "Don't you mean the vet?" Simon asked. "Whatever it takes." Simon looked to Jeanette. 'Do you feel like you need to go to the hospital, Jeanette?" "No. it hurts, but it's not that bad." "Yeah, same here. We'll be alright, Dave." "Okay. Well, I think we should head home, before anything else happens." the chipmunks nodded. Later that night, Jeanette and Simon had difficulty sleeping. They were both having bad dreams and were tossing and turning. Eventually, the dreams hit their climaxes and that shocked the young munks into the waking world. The both woke with a shout. These shouts woke everyone up. Dave came running into the munks room. 'What's wrong?" He asked. 'Jeanette and Simon woke up screaming." Theodore said. "What's wrong guys?" "Oh, Dave, I had a horrible nightmare." Jeanette said. "Me too." Simon said. "What happened?" The you chipmunks told everyone about their dreams. Jeanette told of how she saw not three, but four chipettes in her dream, and how she saw the fourth one taken from them be an unseen force. Simon told how he had seen four chipmunks, but the fourth one was washed into a raging river by the storm that was going on in his dream. "And thing is, it felt so real." Simon said. "Same here. Thinking about it actually makes me sad." No one knew what to say. Meanwhile, in a house twenty miles away, a young Japanese man was chasing a chipmunk, dressed in a black, zip-up, hoodie, through the house. "Get back here, you furry little freak!"