Hello! Hostfanatic here. Thanks for deciding to read my story—at least, I hope you decided to read my story. This is my first fanfic, so constructive criticism will be appreciated, but unhelpful flames will not be. Reviewing is appreciated, but I won't force you. I would, however, like to see what you think of my story! Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer—I don't own Alvin and the chipmunks, nor do I own any of the chipettes, nor do I own any of the songs that I used in here. I'm doing one disclaimer for the whole story, so if you want to see it again, here it is.

Zoe grinned to herself as she got herself into position. She had worked out the plan from the moment she had seen the chipmunks and the chipettes. They actually believed that she had crash-landed, and they actually believed that she didn't know who they were! She had managed to fix her radio, and by going to the top of the mountain, she had gotten a signal. Now she listened to the chipmunks quite frequently. Of course she knew who they were. The moment she had heard them talking, she knew.

It couldn't have worked out better if she had orchestrated it herself. Sure, if the treasure had been somewhere where SHE could get to it, and the chipmunks had never gotten involved, maybe that was better. But this way, she could get a lot more publicity. A lot more money.

She had studied each of the six, trying to work out how she could do this the best. She had heard each of them sing, studied each of their personalities. And then when Simon had found the treasure, and she had realized that only a chipmunk could get it, she studied them even harder, trying to work out which one would work best for her purposes. And she realized in a heartbeat that the only way it would work is if it was Jeanette.

Alvin and Brittany? Too spirited. They would never do. She needed someone who would be meek and easy to control.

Simon? Too spirited as well, when he was Simone. And when the venom wore off, he was too uptight and too snarky to work.

Eleanor? Theodore? Less spirited, but still able to hold their own. And even so, they didn't have very much talent.

Jeanette?

Good at singing. She was talented. She was so meek and spineless that it would be easy to force her to do what Zoe wanted her to do. And if the venom changed her afterwards like it had changed Simone, then she would work excellently for what Zoe was planning. And there was the small detail that Zoe despised Jeanette. She hated her shy demeanor, but her beauty and ability to attract the boys at the same time. But she hated her most of all because Jeanette had destroyed her tennis ball Spaulding.

Jeanette had been dancing with Simone, and he had thrown her into an extra-vigorous twirl. She couldn't control herself when she came out of it, and threw her arms out for balance. Her claws had sunk straight into Spaulding. She had thought that the tennis ball was something attacking her, and she had ripped half of it apart before Zoe could stop her. Now Spaulding was gone.

It was all Jeanette's fault. And Zoe couldn't wait to get her revenge on Jeanette.

And now, there was just Simone and Jeanette, out in the woods together. Alone. Why, if she took care of that stupid Simone, erased some of the evidence, and hurried along with the plan, then everything would work out fine.

She grinned to herself.

One thing was for sure. She hoped that those stupid chipmunks had gotten a good look at Jeanette before she left the beach. Because it was the last time they would ever see her again.

Zoe got the balls into position and curled her hand around the length of vine in her pocket. Jeanette would have to be secured, of course. Until the venom got into her system, there was no telling what might happen. She might suddenly decide to grow a backbone and try to escape. And that would not do.

Just then, she heard Jeanette's high-pitched voice. "I hope this is going to be enough!" she chirped.

Zoe shifted positions.

Jeanette froze and sucked in a sharp breath. "Did you hear something?" she hissed.

"Who can say?" Simone purred, taking her hand. "When I am with you, all I can hear is the beating of my own heart."

Ready…and…

"Oh, Simone," Jeanette cooed.

Now!

Zoe threw Calloway with precise accuracy, and it struck Simone in the head. He fell to the ground.

Jeanette gasped and knelt next to him, shaking him frantically. Then Zoe pushed her basketball.

Jeanette turned and saw the giant basketball bearing down on her. Jeanette let out a shriek and began to run. Zoe had made dents in the trail that would make her basketball chase Jeanette to exactly the right point. Zoe had planned it all with detailed accuracy. The basketball would herd Jeanette, making her run straight to the rabbit hole that Zoe had discovered. By that time, though, the basketball would have gathered enough momentum that Jeanette would not be able to slow down. Thus, she jumped into the hole, and the basketball would cover the entrance. She would be trapped there for a while, of course, and Zoe would take care of the evidence. Then the little brat would get every bit of the treasure out of the cave, and it would all be Zoe's.

It worked like a charm, of course. Jeanette let out a shriek and dove into the rabbit hole. The basketball covered the opening.

Zoe triumphantly walked over. Her tone was light and friendly at first. "Well, you've gotten yourself into quite a heap of trouble, haven't you? Haven't you, you little brat?" Her voice twisted into a snarl.

"Zoe?" Jeanette's voice was shocked and hurt.

"That's right," Zoe cackled. "Me. You are going to be going on a trip with me, you stupid little chipmunk, and I hope you said your goodbyes to your pathetic little friends. You'll not be seeing them again."

"No!" Jeanette hammered on the basketball. "Let me out!"

Zoe laughed. "Oh, no. No, no, I think you're going to stay in there for a while longer. I have to take care of a few things. But don't you worry. I'll be back."

She pushed the basketball tighter into the hole with her foot until the hole was completely plugged up. Then she turned on her heel and headed back to take care of the evidence.

She could hear Jeanette pitifully scratching at the basketball, but she ignored it.

No one would hear.

Zoe had finished covering her tracks. She had climbed up a tree and hid Simone. No one would find him. She took care of her basketballs, and then she got everything ready before heading back to the hole.

She pushed the basketball away and reached down into the hole, drawing out a trembling Jeanette.

"I'm back," she singsonged.

"HELP!" Jeanette was screaming. "Somebody! HEEEELLLLP!"

Zoe began walking as she spoke, taking care not to leave tracks. "Shut up, you little brat. No one can hear you. Now, you're going to get my treasure for me. It's behind the waterfall. Only a chipmunk can fit through the opening to the cave, and you're going to get every last bit. Once you have every piece of treasure, every last earring, every last gold coin, I will transport it to where I need it to go. Then, you and I will leave. We will get back to civilization, and you are going to make me a lot of money. If you don't try to escape or yell for help, you won't be harmed. If you do…no promises."

With these menacing words, Zoe pushed Jeanette into the pack at her waist and broke into a run.

"You're not coming up until you have every last bit of that treasure!" Zoe warned again, tying the rope into both a restraint and a harness around Jeanette's body.

"But—the volcano's about to explode!" Jeanette squealed.

"Oh? Well, I guess you'd better hurry, then. Now, run. Go, go. There we go. Get down there!"

"No!"

Zoe reached a hand into the small opening and gave Jeanette's body a rough shove. Jeanette lost her footing and tumbled backwards into the cave. Zoe grabbed the end of the rope and held it taut so that Jeanette stopped. Then Zoe began lowering her down. She could faintly here Jeanette singing, and scowled. "Keep moving!" she yelled.

"Okay!" came Jeanette's voice after a pause. "Pull me up! I—I can't—hold any more!"

"If you can still talk, it means you haven't stuffed your cheeks yet!" Zoe yelled.

There was a pause.

"Mghgph! Mphhphhgh!" Jeanette mumbled.

Zoe grinned and pulled Jeanette up. Her cheeks bulged with the treasure, and her arms were filled with it.

Jeanette was small, so she had to bring it up bit by bit. Zoe lowered her down and pulled her up again and again. She had waited for this for ten years—another few minutes would not be a problem. She was getting nervous about the frequent rumbles and small rocks that kept falling. "Hurry up!" she snapped down to Jeanette.

"All right," Jeanette called from below after the treasure heaped up around Zoe in shimmering mounds. "That's it."

Zoe listened as Jeanette walked around on the bottom. Her toenails clacked on the stone instead of clinking on the gold and jewels like they had been the other times.

Zoe pulled her up.

"Now let me go!" Jeanette cried, her eyes big and pleading.

"I don't think so," Zoe sang, wrapping the vine more securely around her prisoner. "No, I'm not finished with you. You are going to make me a lot of money."

She put Jeanette back into her pack and packed the treasure up in all the bags she had brought. There was still some leftover, so she filled her pockets and her shirt with all of it. When she was satisfied that she had every last bit, she raced out of the cave after a ferocious rumble. No sooner had she gotten to the other side of the waterfall then there was another horrific rumble and the cave collapsed.

She smiled to herself as she hurried through the jungle to the log bridge.

"ZOE!"

She sneered. "Hello, Alvin."

"Where's Jeanette?" Brittany demanded. "What have you done with my sister?"

Zoe laughed wildly. "I'll never tell."

"She's on that side of the island!" Alvin shouted. "Come on, Brit!" He jumped onto the log bridge and started to run across.

"Oh, I don't think so," Zoe laughed evilly. She reached a foot out and slammed it onto the log bridge. It trembled. She slammed it again one more time, and it shivered violently and began to fall.

"ALVIN!" Brittany shrieked. She darted onto the bridge, grabbed Alvin by his hood, and dragged him back to the other side just as the log fell. Now there was an entire chasm separating Zoe and Jeanette with Brittany and Alvin.

And there was no way to get across it.

"Happy trails, chipmunks!" Zoe yelled, laughing maniacally. "And thank you for the raft!"

She turned and vanished into the jungle.

"What?" Brittany cried.

"The others!" Alvin gasped. "The raft!"

Brittany and Alvin raced through the jungle as fast as they could until they got to the beach.

Emerging onto the beach from the other side of the jungle was Dave, carrying the still-unconscious Simon/Simone, Ian, Eleanor, and Theodore.

"There you are!" they all cried at the same time.

"We went looking for you," Theodore explained as the two groups met on the beach. "We thought we could help…" He gasped.

"What?" Alvin cried.

"The raft!" he yelled. He pointed.

The raft was gone.