chapter eight: the chipmunks perform at the superbowl

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it was finally the day. after 3 long months of practicing and constant party rockers in the house tonight everybody just have a good time the chipmunks were finally ready to perform. they were backstage getting on their sparkly leotards when dave suddenly ran backstage.

 "Y/N!!" he screamed. it looked like he had just thrown up or somethhing.

"what is it babe" 

"JEANETTE GOT FOOD POISONING!!!!! SHE ACCIDENTALLY MIXED JELLO PUDDING INTP HER TUNA NOODLE CUM CASSEROLE AND SHE CANT STOP THROWING UP" 

"oh no what a shame"

"yeah and tom brady is suing us bc she accidenatlly threw up in his helmet and now he has to wear his sons lightning mcqueen bike helmet" 

"kachow" 

"i need your help, babe...."

"well what do you want me to do????"

dave got down on one nee and took my hands. i thought that he had proposed to me a few montjs ago so i was really confused but i just went with it. "u kno all the choreo and songs.....can u pls take jeanettes place.........................................."

"WHAT" 

suddenly all the chipmunks surrounded me. they started chanting my name and saying prayers of affirmation. it looked kind of like a cult but whatever. 

"come on y/n please do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"we need you y/n!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"DO IT Y/N OR I WILL LITERALLY STAB MYSELF" 

i thought. it would look a little weird if i was up there as a normal human sized gorl with 5 tiny chipmunlks. but then i kept thinking and dave is my husband. wives do things for their husbands and as far as i know the only thing ive ever really doen for dave is give him my ewntire live savings and also made him a mayo sandwich thsat one time. so i deicded performing with the chipmunks was really the right thing to do. 

"ok.........ill do it" 

"YES" dave said and pulled me asode so he could get my costume. it was so small and my ass was hanging out so ig the audience would have to see my fat dumpy. thr sequins itched and it smelled like jello pudding. 

"we're on in five!!" simon said. i wanted to claw his stupid little eyes out. that bitch. 

we went on and started singing. i even pitched my voice up super high so i would sound just like jeanette. i sang party rockers in the house tonight everybody just have a good time and we gonna make you loose your mind we just wanna see you shake that and i also sang the badadabadadadumbadadadadadabum instrumental. i did the choreo so so good and sang all the other songs. i even caught eleanor when she did her backflip wrong even though she had been practicing it for 2 weeks. she even flew into the wall once and it left a hole. but its okay. when we finished everyone clapped and started chanting my name 

"Y/N!! Y/N!! Y/N!!" even tom brady in his lightning mcqueen helmet was clapping. flowers and someones panties were thrown at me. i took a bow and went offstage and dave was so happy. 

"y/n u were so beautiful out there!!!" he said 

"thanks babe" 

"and u look so sexy in jeanettes costume" 

"ok" 

we left the superbowl after that because simon doesnt like football. i took tom bradys lightning mcqueen hat as a souvenir. i think i deserved it. 

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