Here is my second story: "The Fourth Chipette". Basically, it is about what the Squeakquel would've been like if there was FOUR Chipettes. Not just Brittany, Jeanette, and Eleanor. The fourth Chipette is my OC Kaylee. And it is the Chipettes' side of the Squeakquel. Not what the Chipmunks are doing, unless it's when they're together. Enjoy!

Four little female chipmunks ran up to the FedEx truck. The first one was thin and tall. She had dark brown fur, and rich brown hair tied into a bun. Her eyes were a light violet. She had little purple Barbie glasses. Her name was Jeanette. Then, there was the second one. The second chipmunk was short and chubby. Her fur was a light blonde colour and had blonde hair tied into little pigtails. She had bright green eyes. She was named Eleanor. The third girl had silky auburn fur with auburn hair put into a bun. Her eyes were a jewel-blue. She wasn't chubby, but she wasn't skinny. Her name was Brittany. Lastly, the fourth chipmunk. She was like her sister Brittany. Not thin, but not chubby. Her fur was red and soft. Her hair was a darker red, but curly and long. It was let loose around her shoulders. Her eyes were almond-shaped, and electric blue. Her name was Kaylee. They were about to mail themselves to a place called Jet Records, to meet Ian Hawke.

"Come on, girls," Brittany said softly.

Jeanette shivered. "I don't like places where I can get stepped on."

"I agree," Eleanor whispered.

"Oh, girls, let's go," Brittany rushed.

Kaylee agreed with her sister. "Come on, we need some adventure in our lives! What would life be without some fun?"

"My chosen life," Jeanette murmured.

Brittany, who obviously heard, shook her head. "Jeanette, you are so scared all the time."

"I am not scared," Jeanette defended. "I am just...cautious."

Eleanor nudged Kaylee. "It's time to go."

Brittany jumped. She pulled her sisters onto the truck and locked all of them up in a package. She taped the tip up, and poked a couple of breathing holes in the sides. That day, the girls started on their way to Jet Records.

After the horrible ride, the girls got out of the truck. The problem was that they were still in the package.

"Girls," Brittany said cheerfully, "we gotta get out of here."

They flipped a couple times, then decided to poke their legs out. They tried, and eventually their legs poked holes. The sisters bumped into something, and that something felt like a wall to them, and stuck their heads out of the holes that their legs poked.

"We made it girls," Brittany exclaimed. "Jet Records."

"Woo hoo!" Jeanette cheered.

Kaylee shouted, "Hollywood, here we come!"

The girls saw Ian Hawke brushing his teeth by a small fountain. He was in a red robe. The girls looked puzzled. Wasn't Ian Hawke, like, the richest guy ever? He worked at Jet Records! But there he was, wearing nothing (OK, underwear is an exception) but a red robe. Brittany gasped a little. Why wasn't he in, like, a tuxedo or something? The girls were a bit shocked.

"Excuse me!" Brittany called. "Mr. Hawke!"

Ian groaned. "Can't get that voice out of my head!"

"Mr. Hawke!" Brittany repeated.

Ian paused. "That's not in my head..." He turned to look at four female chipmunks standing near him.

"Allow us to introduce ourselves. I am Brittany, and this is my sister Eleanor."

Eleanor smiled. "Hi sir!"

"My name is Kaylee. I am their sister, too." Kaylee giggled.

"And I'm their sister Jeanette. Although I feel more like an Olivia, or maybe a-"

"Anyways, we are the Chipettes," Brittany cut in. Jeanette fell silent.

Ian listened carefully to the girls; they could become the next big thing.

"You made Alvin and the Chipmunks stars," Brittany continued, "and we'd like to be stars, too!"

"OK," said Ian. "Show me what you got."

The girls turned around and held each others shoulders. Brittany whispered, "1...2...3..."

"Wait, wait, wait," Ian cut them off. "Let's go somewhere private. My...penthouse office."

The girls, and Ian, climbed up what seemed 100 stairs. They went into the penthouse office. Ian sat down, while the four girls climbed where Ian could see all of them perfectly.

"Okay girls," Brittany whispered. "1...2...3..."

The girls turned back around and began to sing.

Three little birds sat on my window,

And they told me I don't need to worry, (oh oh)

Girl put your records on, tell me your favourite song,

You go ahead, let your hair down (go ahead let your hair down)

Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,

Just go ahead let your hair down!

Ian clapped while all of the girls ended their song. Jeanette and Eleanor blushed. Brittany and Kaylee bowed.

"Guess who is your new number one fan!" Ian said.

The girls cheered. Brittany smiled hugely.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Hawke!" Kaylee exclaimed.

"You're welcome," said Ian. "Oh, just call me Ian."

"OK, Ian," Eleanor said to him.

"Now," Ian began, "who likes the song...'Single Ladies'? Who'd like to sing it at our...hm...concert?"

"I do! I do!" the girls yelled.

That was my chapter one. I hope you like this story, I personally love it. Please remember to R&R!