Chapter 4 (2007): Song Disaster

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You were sleeping in your bedroom, until you hear a beeping sound, and it's not the alarm clock. You then came to a realization that it's the smoke alarm, as you rush out of the room.

(Y/n): Is there a fire?!

You came to the kitchen, see Alvin in front of the smoking toaster, as you cough.

Theodore: No, we're making breakfast.

Alvin: There's trouble. Fire in the hole.

He runs back, and the Chipmunks hide for cover by the rolling pin.

Dave came in.

Dave: What are you guys doing?

He grabs a towel, and wave the smoke away.

Alvin: Nothing. What are you doing?

Simon: Stay back! She's gonna blow!

The three cover their ears.

Two burnt waffles were launched from the toaster.

Simon: I got it! I got it, guys.

He moves back, trying to catch them

Simon: Come to papa.

He has his hands out, but one waffle dropped in front, which he wasn't paying attention to.

Simon: Hey. Where did it go?

(Y/n): Simon, this waffle landed right in you. You didn't see it?

Simon: Hmm.

(Y/n): How many fingers am I holding?

You put out your index and middle fingers in front.

Simon: Um, four. No, no, no. Eight, counting your thumb.

He has poor vision.

Simon: W-W-Wait, uh...

Dave: Hang on a sec.

Simon: Six. Final answer is six.

Dave picked up a pair small glasses from a Santa plush.

Dave: Try these.

He puts them on Simon.

Dave: How's that?

Simon can now see better.

Simon: Wow, someone trashed your house.

(Y/n): It was clean last night.

Theodore: Well, we colored for a while, but then we got hungry. Wanna see what we colored?

Dave: Actually, I want to play you something. I wrote a song to sing for you guys to sing.

You stepped on something under the mat, as you check to see three waffles under there.

(Y/n): Waffles under the mat?

Simon: We've put a few toaster waffles aside for winter

Alvin: And we're not sharing.

You drop waffles to the ground.

(Y/n): Look, guys. Us humans have food all season. If you storing it, it's gonna get gross, and we're gonna have mice in the house. The ones that don't talk.

Dave: Let's go. Let's get to work.

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