"You look so much like your mother!" For as long as she can remember, Beatrice Seville has always been compared to her mother, Brittany. In fact, her resemblance to her mother has always been something she's been proud of. Not to mention, she has a confidence that can never be broken. But then, things start to go downhill. With her mother serving as a war correspondent overseas, and her father being away all the time, and of course, her younger sister Carol being oblivious to the problems that teens her age have to face, Beatrice feels her world begin to spiral out of control. And when her physical appearance slowly starts to change, she takes drastic measures to try and keep the one tangible thing of her mother she has left. Before she looses it forever...

In the twilight of their careers, and desperate to extend them however possible, the Chipmunks and Chipettes reluctantly agree to a deal with NASA to man a mission to the planet Mars. What they hope for is an increase in popularity; a reason for people to cheer for them again. There is no way for any of them to predict the complications, lies, secrets, and threats that they will encounter before they can safely return home. In order to find themselves on the other side of this ordeal with their lives, they will need to tap into every ounce of brains, brawn, and hope that they can conjure. "Wanting to cry, wanting all of this to just be over, I sighed a heavy breath of defeat, sat down, rested my back against the red stone wall next to me, and waited for inevitability."

Alvin and Brittany have never been ones for a plan. But when a very unplanned family forms between the two, the pressure of staying together for their daughter grows by the day. Their relationship has good days, bad days, and downright ugly days, and they don't know how to fix it or even if it is possible to fix it. Can the shared love of their child continue to be the band-aid when their love for each other truly needs stitches? "Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She knew who it was from, and she knew she didn't want to read what the message said. But she reached into her pocket and lifted it in front of her face. The text message read: 'please don't do this baby...' Brittany's hand trembled as the nausea grew in her stomach. She wanted to cry, torn apart about what she was about to go through with. The chipette slid the cellphone back into her pocket."