Chapter 3 (2007): Night with the Chipmunks

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Simon: Hmm. He's been out for quite a while.

Three of them were on top of unconscious Dave.

Theodore gasps.

Theodore: You guys, he's dead!

Alvin: Don't panic! Wipe everything down! I'll need three garbage bags, a shovel, some disinfectants, some latex gloves, and oregano.

Simon: Hang on, Sherlock. He's coming to.

Dave: I must be hearing things...

He lifts his head to see three Chipmunks on top.

Dave: This is trippy...

Theodore: Sir, are you alright?

He crawled back to the corner.

Dave: Get back! Squirrels can't talk!

Alvin: Hey, whoa, whoa. Watch it, genius. We're Chipmunks. Chip munk.

Dave gets up.

Dave: Chipmunks can't talk either.

He turns on the kitchen light.

Simon: Well, our lips are moving and words are coming out.

Dave closes his eyes, to try to calm himself down, not to freak out over talking Chipmunks.

Dave: This is not happening. I'm not talking to Chipmunks. I'm not talking to Chipmunks.

He then opens his and see them on the counter.

Alvin: So, has that working for you, Dave?

He stepped back from them.

Dave: H-How do you know my name?

Alvin: I'll field that one. We read your mail. By accident.

Simon: You really ought to pay that utility bill, Dave. You ever heard of a credit rating?

You came back from school on the skateboard, then stopped at your house, and use the keys to unlock the door and get in.

(Y/n): Dad, I'm back.

You close the door.

(Y/n): Dad?

You look in the living room, but Dave wasn't present, then looked in the kitchen to see your father cornered by three Chipmunks.

(Y/n): Oh my god!

You jumped.

Alvin: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down, buddy.

Your eyes widened to see an animal speak.

(Y/n): You talk...

Simon: Yep, we're Chipmunks.

Dave: That's my son, (Y/n).

Alvin: Great to meet you, (Y/n).

You had nothing to say, still freaked out from talking Chipmunks.

Theodore: What's this thing?

He steps on the button on the food processor.

Dave: Hey! Turn that off!

Simon: Sorry.

He turns it off.

Simon: He fell out of the tree at birth.

(Y/n): C-Can all animals talk?

Simon: Well, I believe fish have the type of sign language.

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