"Theo, you ready yet?" Simon called out to his brother. "The funeral starts in 30 minutes."
"Almost Si" Theodore responded. "Have you seen my left shoe?"
"Check under your bed, you find everything else under there."
"Now that's just…" Theodore paused and looked under his bed. "Uh."
"You found it didn't you" Simon asked grabbing his keys off the coffee table.
"Yeah, let's go" Theodore straightened his tie and the two brothers left out the door.
Today the chipmunks and the chipettes were going to a funeral. Their friend Cecily Daniels was murdered by a crazed cop killer, revealed as Terra Bennett, who wanted revenge for her brother's arrest. Eventually Simon and Jeanette brought her to justice when she attacked the policemen's ball 2 weeks ago.
Meanwhile at the chipettes house,
"Come on Brit" Jeanette said knocking on the door to her sister's room. "We're already 10 minutes behind schedule."
"I'm almost ready" Brittany replied. Finally she stepped out. "So what do you think of this hairstyle?"
"You had us waiting in here while you were doing your hair" Eleanor said grabbing her purse.
"What, I want to look sexy."
"You're worried about looking sexy at a funeral" Jeanette said raising an eyebrow.
"Is that in some way wrong" Brittany asked putting her hands on her hips.
Jeanette and Eleanor sighed.
"Never mind Brittany" Jeanette said grabbing her keys. "Let's just go."
Later, at the funeral home,
Alvin, Simon, and Theodore were in the chapel viewing the body. Each of them had on a pair of white gloves to serve as pallbearers
"Wow" Simon said taking off his shades. "She looks so peaceful."
"Yeah" Alvin responded. "I never thought I'd live to see this day."
At that moment, the chipettes arrived.
"Sorry we're late guys" Jeanette apologized.
"Brittany's hair" Simon said without thinking.
"You know it."
They stood in there for another two minutes before the minister and the rest of the pallbearers came in.
"Um sorry to interrupt" the minister apologized. "But it's time to move out."
"Yes sir" the chipmunks replied.
The chipettes stepped out the room and the pallbearers grabbed the casket. They took it out the building and loaded it into the hearse. Then everybody hopped in their cars and drove to the cemetery. When they got there the pallbearers then unloaded the casket from the hearse and put it on the stand. The rest of the funeral was supposed to go on as planned. However, everyone heard something approaching. The sound of motorcycle engines. Then all of a sudden, a group of bikers began to approach.
"Oh no" Cecily's mom said in fear. "There here."
"Who's here Mrs. Daniels" Jeanette asked when she saw the look in the frail woman's face.
"A terrible gang Cece got involved with when she was going through her rebel teen phase" she answered.
The group approached. One of them walked up and put his hand on the casket.
"Sister Cece" he said as he looked at the wooden box. "This shouldn't have happened to you."
"I apologize" Simon said putting up one finger. "Who are you guys?"
"We're The Falcons" he answered. "I'm Clyde and this is my crew, Otis, Mitch, Eva, Kate, and John Claude."
"How do know Cecily?" Simon asked.
"Sister Cece ran with us back in the day" he answered again. "Before she went all goody two shoes on us she was a dedicated falcon, and once a falcon always a falcon. Who did this? I want his head on a platter."
Simon could see the anger in his eyes. He wanted revenge.
"Well Clyde I think you'll be happy to know that the murderer is already behind bars."
"Is that so" Clyde said walking up to Simon. "How do you know that?"
"My partner Jeanette and I locked her up when she tried to attack the policemen's ball."
"That's nice" he said. The look in his eyes changed from anger to cold.
"Are you all right" Jeanette asked as she walked up to Clyde and Simon.
"Oh I'm fine, but I just want the two of you to know something."
"What?"
He leaned in so they could hear him whisper.
"The killer might be suffering the consequences" he whispered. "But the murderer isn't. FALCONS OUT!"
The group of men walked back to their motorcycles and road out of the cemetery.
"Si, what do you think he meant" Jeanette asked.
"I don't know Jean" Simon replied. "But something tells me we better be on our toes."
Everyone remained silent. They all took their seats and the funeral resumed.
The next day,
Simon and Jeanette were out patrolling the town.
"Hey Si" Jeanette said looking at her watch. "It's lunch time."
"Thank goodness I'm starving" Simon said rubbing his stomach. "How about that new sandwich deli on Johnson avenue, they have those new vegan burgers."
"Sure, I've been waiting to try those."
The pair drove up to their destination.
"I'll go in" Simon said getting out the squad car.
Simon walked into the building. Lucky for him he was the first person there.
"Excuse me" he said walking towards the counter. "I'd like to order 2 of your new vegan burgers."
"UM…Yes sir" the cashier said. He seemed nervous for some strange reason.
"Hey, is something wrong" Simon asked as he saw the man start to sweat.
"I can't do this! I'M SORRY!"
No sooner had he said those words John Claude and Mitch had jumped from behind the counter and attacked Simon. Within mere seconds Simon was on the floor beaten down. To make things worse, Mitch wrapped a chain around his fist and tried to punch Simon's jaw. Simon tried to dodge it, but it still connected in his ribs. John Claude grabbed Simon's hair and pulled him up.
"Now you listen to me chipmunk" he said with a sinister look. "The boss ain't too happy about what happened to sister Cece and he believes that it's the cops fault. He made it clear that every cop in town is going to get what's coming to them. And we're gonna start with you."
He slammed Simon's head back on the floor, before picking him up again and slamming him into the wall.
BANG
The assault was interrupted by gunfire.
"FREEZE, DETECTIVE JEANETTE MILLER, YOU'RE UNDER ARREST."
Before she even finished her sentence they had already jumped behind the counter and ran out the back way. Jeanette decided to let them go and tend to her injured partner.
"Simon, are you OK?"
"I'm fine" he said standing up with his hands on his ribs. "I've taken worse beatings. Hey, what's that?"
Simon tried to bend over and pick up a piece of paper the John Claude had dropped, but he was still feeling the effects of the beating he had just received. So, Jeanette picked it up and read it.
"Oh my god" she managed to let out.
"What is it" Simon took the paper and read it. "Oh no, we need to get to Alvin about this!"
