It was a warm, sunny morning when the chipmunks arose from their beds in their suburban home. A conspicuous aroma of bacon and scrambled eggs filled the room.
"Well, boys," the head of the trio, Alvin Seville, began, "what should we do today?"
"The possibilities are endless!" Simon stated enthusiastically. "We should go to the museum, or perhaps explore the city to take in the world's vibrant culture!"
"What do you think, Theodore?" Alvin questioned. "Why not a jaunt in the park or a nice sports tournament, what do you say?"
"Well," Theodore thought for a moment, "let's slaughter a goat. I want to shove a dagger into its innards and twist it. I wan to steal the life from this animal and then make goat hamburgers for the church bake sale.
Alvin and Simon were trembling. They were shocked that Theodore could speak such things. Curious, Alvin asked Theodore to continue.
"What would we be doing?" Alvin asked, mildly aroused, but somewhat appalled.
Simon gave Alvin a cold glare. Alvin could almost hear Simon with his specific way of yelling that he suddenly stopped.
"Well, since you asked..." Theodore was making his thinking face while Simon gripped the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "You will be bound and gagged and forced to watch as I cut the intestines and force you to wear them s a scarf After that, -"
Simon interrupted Theodore. "THAT IS ENOUGH!" He shouted, "WE REFUSE TO BE GAGGED BY YOU AND FORCED TO WATCH AS YOU SLAUGHTER A GOAT."
Theodore timidly responded, "I would do it though, the gagging part anyway."
Downstairs, the nosey Dave Seville overheard this conversation and run upstairs. Not knowing who was talk to who, he went with his gut on whose name to scream. "ALVIN!"
