What If? Episode 3: What if the Chipmunks adopted another Chipmunk before Noah?
In Dublin, Ireland, at a small Orphanage, a young chipmunk sat in the living room watching WWE Wrestling. The lad's blond hair reached his shoulders, his emerald green eyes were full of kindness, and all he wore a crucifix around his neck and a thin green sweater. His name was Noah Roan Jagers. He was orphaned a year ago when his parents were killed in a forest fire. His one wish was that he'd find a loving family.
Noah shivered, pulling a thin blanket over his shoulders as he watched his favorite WWE Superstar Sheamus take on John Cena in a Hell in a Cell match. "Come on Sheamus, take that cocky, tan jerk down!" he said. As Sheamus slammed Cena into a steel staircase, a shooting star streaked past. Noah looked at it and made a wish. "Please, Lord God, Creator of us all, I ask if you can please send me a family who'll love me for who I am." Little did he know, at that very moment, 4 Chipmunks were leaving the Dublin International Airport. Noah didn't know it, but those 4 Chipmunks would give him all he ever wanted and more.
Austin's POV
"May I ask what we're doing here?" I asked, shivering. Ireland was almost always cold, even in summer. My brother Simon smiled. "Oh, come on, Austin. I thought you'd be excited to have front row seats to a WWE Exhibition between the Undertaker and Sheamus." He said. I groaned. Sure, I'm a big Undertaker fan, but Sheamus was a total nobody! "Why does the Undertaker have to take on a push-over like Sheamus?" I muttered. "Better watch your mouth, Austin. This is Sheamus' home turf. His fans are born and bred here." My older brother Alvin warned.
As we walked to the stadium where the match was to be fought, Simon stopped in his tracks. "Would you look at that?" he said. We looked toward the spot Simon's eyes were fixed on. A young Chipmunk, about our age was sitting by the entrance asking for change. Some people took pity on him and gave him a few coins, others ignored him, and others kicked him away. It wasn't pretty. My younger brother Theodore frowned. "How can humanity be so cruel to its needy?" he asked. As we walked closer, we saw the chipmunk had blond shoulder-length hair, emerald green eyes, and I saw a crucifix hanging around his neck. He wore a tattered, thin, green sweater, and his feet were bare. He raised his head to look at us. "S-spare change for a poor, hungry lad?" he asked. I checked my pockets for change. "Sorry, man, I got nothing." I said. Simon shook his head. "Me neither." He said. Alvin, who usually wasn't very charitable, actually sighed sadly. "Sorry, dude." He said. Theodore accidentally pulled out our tickets as he searched his pockets for coins. Then a puzzled look crossed his face. "Wait a second...there's an extra ticket here." He said. Simon walked over and counted the tickets. Sure enough, there were 5, not 4. "It's those dang ticket machines. They're a wee bit old. Sometimes they mess up like that." The young Irishmunk said. Alvin looked at him, and then smiled. "Say, what's your name, dude?" he asked. "My name's Noah." The chipmunk said. "Well, Noah, how'd you like to see the fight with us?" Alvin asked. Noah jumped up, surprised at the offer. "Really, I mean, you wouldn't mind?" he asked. "Nope." Alvin said. "Not at all." Simon said. "It'd be a pleasure." Theodore said. I pretended to think. "Well, I dunno...ah, what the heck, let the dude tag along!" I said.
As we took our seats, Sheamus' theme played as he entered the ring. "Now, I have nothing against the Undertaker, but I'm pretty sure Sheamus can take him out." Noah said. I scoffed. "Sheamus would have a better chance than most, but the Undertaker will still beat his pasty rear." I said. "Not while he's on Irish soil, he won't." Noah said. "Care to bet on that?" I asked. "Can't do that, Austin. I'm broke. I've nothing of value." He said. "How about this: If the Undertaker wins, you admit he's better than Sheamus and we'll leave in peace. If Sheamus wins, I'll admit he's better...and you can come home with us." I said. Noah frowned. "That seems like a sucker bet. I doubt your brothers would agree to such crazy terms." Noah said. "What, are you scared?" I taunted. "No, I'm smart. I know a long shot when I hear one. Now, how about I go find a concession stand before the match begins? You guys haven't lived until you've had some Irish food straight from the homeland itself." Noah said. As he left, I smiled. "My plan is working." I said. "What plan, Austin? Please say you aren't trying to trick Noah in any way. Even I think that's wrong." Alvin said. "No, no, of course not. Truth is, I want Noah to be part of our family. He's an orphan in need, same as I was. That and he just seems like he'd make a good brother. He's like the three of you wrapped in one chipmunk. He's athletic like you, Alvin. He's intelligent like Simon, and he has an eye for fine foods, like Theodore. This bet I'm trying to make is a cover. No matter who wins the fight, I want Noah to come home with us. But if Undertaker does win, I want to see if Noah's brave enough to say Undertaker's better." I said. Simon shook his head. "If this goes wrong, it'll blow up in your face and yours alone." He said. "Don't worry, Si. It'll all work out." I said.