Chapter 1
Location: JFK Airport
Time: 6:30 P.M.
Date: August, 16, 2005
"Arg! Let me go! I said let me go!" An older woman, with pale blonde hair, yelled as she dragged away by two police officers. She managed to get loose just enough to turn and face the young teenager who had been the cause of her capture. "This isn't over! I'll get you yet, Alvin!" "Anytime you wanna go, you know where to find me, Claudia." The young man said back. He was Alvin Seville. He was fifteen years old and a talking, human teen sized and shaped chipmunk. He was most well known for his being the lead singer of the band Alvin and the Chipmunks. However, for the moment, he was known as the man who, for the second time in his life, had foiled the plans of Claus and Claudia Vorstein, an infamous, jewel smuggling, brother and sister team. Seven years ago, at the young age of eight, Alvin, his brothers and their friends had put a stop to the Vorstein's plans. And now, Alvin had done it once again. Alvin watched and listened to Claudia yell and scream her lungs out. As he watched, he thought back on what had lead up to this moment and let out a sigh of relief. "Everything okay, Alvy?" Alvin heard an attractive, female voice say behind him. He turned to see Brittany Miller, also fifteen and lead singer of the all girl answer to the chipmunks, the chipettes. She was also a dear friend of Alvin's. "Yeah, Britt. Everything's alright. You and the others are safe and they are going away for a long time. So, yeah, I'd say everything's just fine." "Then what are you sighing about?" "It's just, this the first time, since the whole thing started, that I've really gotten to relax and just breathe. So, that sigh was me relaxing." Brittany nodded and then walked closer to Alvin. "Hey, Alvin?" "Hmm?" Suddenly, Brittany kissed Alvin, with all she had. "Whoa. What was that about?" "Just a small thank you, from your girlfriend." She said with a cute giggle. "Ah, it was a no big thing. I mean, I couldn't just let those psychos do whatever they wanted with you guys could I?" "Well, I guess not, but, it was a big thing Alvin. You traveled all over the world, figured out messed up clues, faced crazy booby traps and were chased by knife carrying psychos." "You went through most of that too, Britt." "Yeah, I know but…." Alvin put his hand on Brittany's shoulder. "Look, Britt. I was just doing what I thought was right. For once in my life, I'm not looking for any credit." "I see. Okay. But, still, thank you, Alvy." "No problem." But despite what he said, Alvin's thoughts couldn't help but go back to the beginning of all this. "To think, all this happened, in just two weeks."
Two weeks earlier
Location: Seville House
"Alvin, have you seen my pasta strainer?" Theodore asked. "You mean that old one that had caked on stuff from who knows how long ago on it, yet you still swore by it?" "Yeah, that's the one." "Then, nope. Not since Dave threw it out yesterday." "What?" "You heard me. He threw it out." "But, why?" "Theo, it had random stuff, from who knows when, stuck to it. It was only a matter of time until you made pasta for dinner and we all end up with food poisoning." "But, I cleaned it real well. Used every dishwashing thing we had in the house and everything." "And yet it still a ton of gunk on it." "Yeah, but…that was my favorite. Dave didn't have to throw it away." "Trust me, Theo. I'm pretty sure it was for the best." "I have to agree with Alvin on this one, Theodore." Simon said, finally looking up from the book he had his face buried in until now. The Seville boys were in their room, spending a lazy summer afternoon doing whatever would stave off boredom. Simon placed his bookmark in the book and shut it. He then looked around the room. " 'sigh' Look at us. Sharing this room, at our age, is ridiculous." "I hear ya, Sy. When's Dave gonna get done with those two new rooms for me and you?" Simon and Alvin, though they had no problems with sharing a room growing up, now wanted their own rooms. Dave chocked it up to their teenage independent streaks emerging. Theodore, meanwhile, wanted to stay in their old room and just convert it into his room, which Dave happily agreed to. "I mean, if you think about it, we're basically just borrowing the room from Theodore." "I know, Alvin." "So, when's he going to get those rooms done?" "Well, he probably would've had them done already, if somebody hadn't begged for those fancy dragon designs that take forever to put up." "Oh, your one to talk, mister I-need-to-have-my-whole-basement-lab-moved-up-two-flights-of-stairs-and-into-my -room." "Hey, moving a few beakers and some Bunsen burners from my lab takes no time at all compared to painting those stupid, pointless dragons on your walls." "Hey, they are not stupid and pointless. They make my room look cool and, in case you didn't notice Sy, we're teenagers. We're supposed to be all about having what's cool. Oh, and, when did you loose your ability to count? Cause there's a heck of a lot more stuff down there than just a few beakers and burners." "Well, at least I helped Dave do what I wanted, which is more than I can say for you." "Oh, yeah. You're a big help. I watched you. You carried six boxes, Dave carried twelve. Yeah, you're a big help." "Oh, no. Here they go again. Why do they always have to fight?" Theodore thought. "Well, I guess I'd better try to break this up, before they start throwing punches and breaking stuff." "Um, guys…" "Are you saying I'm weak?" "As a newborn kitten. What, did you think having the height advantage gave you the strength advantage too? Pfffft, Sy, I could kick your butt all over the place, anytime, anywhere." "Oh, is that right? Well, you certainly know how to talk the talk, but can you back it up?" "Oh, just give me a reason, four-eyes." "Stop fighting right now!" Theodore yelled. Simon and Alvin stopped and looked at Theodore. "Geez, guys. Why do you always have to fight?" "'sigh' Sorry, Theo. I guess, we just want our own space and not having it is really taxing our nerves." Simon said. "Well, Dave can't take too much longer, so, please, try to put up with it for just a bit longer." Simon and Alvin nodded. Just then. "Boys! Come down here!" They heard Dave yell. "We're coming, Dave! Hey, you think he's gonna tell us that he's got our rooms done?" Alvin asked. "Let's hope so. Come on, let's go." The boys hurried down the stairs. Alvin jumped from the top step and cleared all the steps. However, he nearly landed on top of a certain , bespectacled chipette. "Um, hi, Al." Jeanette said. "Uh, hi, Jean. Umm…" Alvin then noticed that all the Miller girls and Miss Miller herself were present. "Uh, Dave, what are the girls doing here?" "Well, Alvin, you see, it's like this." Dave explained the situation. "So, your going away and leaving us here?" 'Well, I think your old enough to be on your own." "Are you going with him, Miss Miller?" "No, but I will be gone for a day or two. So, I thought, it would be for the best to leave the girls here." "Say what?"