"Next stop is in Maine, guys. We should be there tomorrow night."

Alvin looked out of the window, watching the countryside roll by. Simon was busy reading while Theodore was taking a nap.

"No offense Alvin, but we just got done performing and we're a little tired."

"Oh come on! It's only six thirty! Early shows are the most fun. How can you be tired?"

"Because we do all the real work out there while you take all the spotlight. Hell, I barely get any fan mail!"

"Well excuse me for being mister popular but we are called Alvin and the chipmunks, not Simon and the chipmunks."

"Whatever. Just go back to your seat and leave me alone."

Theodore sat up, rubbing his eyes. Noticing this, Simon started to yell at his brother again.

"Now look what you did. Your yelling woke Theodore up."

"Me? You're the one that started it all, mister no fan mail guy. You know what? Maybe for the next tour we'll rename ourselves. Let's see just how well SIMON and the chipmunks takes off. Yeah, that'll really sell tickets."

"Al least I wouldn't be an ego maniac like you."

"Guys!" Theodore yelled "Stop fighting, please."

"You know what, you're right. We really should stop all this." Simon looked out of the window and noticed that it was starting to snow.

"Interesting. It's really starting to come down out there, Theo. Alvin? What do you think?"

"I think it's best that you and I don't talk to each other right now. For Theodore's sake. I'll be in bed if you need me."

Alvin left his brothers and went to his bed. Instead of trying to go back to sleep, Theodore sat next to Simon and gave him a hug.

"Great show today, Simon."

"Thanks. You were pretty good out there, too. Do you think Dave will be happy to see us again?"

"I think so. I just hope everything is okay at home. I don't like seeing him stressed out."

Simon looked outside again and noticed that the snow was so bad that he could hardly see. Concerned, he went to the front of the bus to check up on the driver.

"Are you doing okay up here?"

"To be honest with you, it's really bad out there. I've slowed down quite a bit. If it doesn't let up soon I might have to pull over for a while."

Simon started walking back toward Theodore when he started to feel the bus begin to slide on the road. It picked up speed a little as Simon reached Theodore and sat back down. From the front of the bus, they could hear the driver talking to himself.

"That was too close, Simon. I'm scared. Are you scared, Simon?"

"Me? I'm not scared. I'm terrified. I don't like riding on the bus in a blizzard."

They could hear the driver start talking to himself again. This time however, he seemed more concerned.

"Guys, hang on! This is gonna hurt…"

The bus took a sudden jerk sideways, tossing Simon and Theodore onto the floor. Simon heard the sound of scraping metal as the bus started tilting to the right. Having heard the commotion, Alvin ventured from the bed and joined his brothers.

"Oh no…" The driver uttered as he saw the bus heading for the edge of a cliff. He tried everything to try and get the bus to stop, but it would not slow down.

"Brace yourselves, everyone. We're going to crash!"

The driver screamed as the bus broke through the guard rail and fell off the cliff. It landed a couple seconds later and skidded down the hillside, coming to a stop as it slammed into a large tree. The only thing Theodore could hear was the sound of the warm engine hissing and glass fragments crinkling as they settled all around the bus.

"Guys, are you okay?"

"My butt hurts really bad, but I'll be okay. Alvin?"

"Ow… That hurt worse than that time I fell off the stage in Paris. Guys? How are we all okay after that? We should have been injured or something worse."

"No kidding. Look where we are, though. On top of Simon's bed. We got lucky."

"Guys, what about the driver? Is he okay?"

Alvin tried walking, but found it too painful. Theodore decided to step up and check. He quickly realized that the driver was now in the passenger seat, face down. He tapped his shoulder lightly.

"Sir? Are you okay?"

The driver did not respond. Theodore looked around and noticed that a pool of blood was forming around his head, causing him to scream and run back to Simon, hugging him tightly.

"He's dead!"

Not believing him, Simon walked over and examined him.

"Oh my god… You're right, Theo. He really is dead."

"This cannot be happening. I have to be dreaming. How did we survive that almost unharmed yet the bus driver did not?"

"I don't know Alvin… I'm just really scared right now. We have no food and no water. It's below zero outside and snowing like crazy. What should we do?"

"I say we stay here. Help will come."

"I vote for going out and trying to get food. It might be a couple of days until help gets here."

"Theo, what do you want to do?"

"Let's spend the night here and go out in the morning."

"All right. Alvin, get some blankets. Theo, you try and get something on the radio. See if his weather is gonna let up anytime soon."

Alvin limped toward what was left of the small bedroom and looked around. Theo room was a complete mess, having fragments of glass all about and other debris starting to fall down.

"Guys, we have one small problem. Theodore's bed has glass sticking through it and I can't even find mine. We'll have to share Simon's bed."

Theodore could finally hear the radio start to come in. The signal was faint, but increased in strength as the minutes passed.

The snowstorm has now settled in and is going nowhere fast. Expect at least a foot of snow by morning. State officials are encouraging people to stay off the roads until crews have had a chance to remove the snow.

"Great. NOW they tell us. Simon, I'm going to get some sleep. Good night, everyone."

"Good night, Alvin."