"I still don't think this is a good idea..." Eleanor Miller mumbled, reading over a list of tour dates. "The chipmunks concert tour begins less than 3 days after ours, and we get home the same day."

Brittany scoffed. "Eleanor, it's a GREAT idea! I have three reasons to back it up; One, we'll sell more tickets than Alvin. Two, everyone will see how is OBVIOUSLY more talented, meaning me--"

"You mean us?"

"Yeah, whatever, and three, our concert is being kicked off in L.A, with three handsome young, talented brothers with years of experience! I'm almost a hundred percent sure it's the Jonas Brothers, but Olivia won't tell me for sure!" Brittany tapped her painted claws against the desk that was was laying on, trying to think of another possible group. Nothing came to her boy-crazy mind.

"Yeah, isn't it a shame that the Jonas Brother European summer tour begins on the 10th of June. We leave the 21st."

"Wha-wha-wha-" Brittany stuttered, as if someone had just told her her best friend died. "No, no, no! The only other possibility is--"She couldn't finish. She wanted to scream, cry, and rip Alvin's head off all at the same time. She shook her head rapidly. Alvin? Why did Alvin, of all people keep popping into her head. As if it wasn't bad enough she had to see him everyday, but she was being forced by some weird mind control to THINK of him everyday?

"I think you like him. I think that's why you don't want to go on tour with him. I think your in denyle." Eleanor teased, proud to be giving Brittany a faint taste of her own medicine.

"If I wanted to be in da Nile, I'd go to Egypt! I do NOT like that sneaky, arrogant, manipulative, little--"

"Brittany Miller? Not like herself? Ha! That's funny!" A squeaky voice chirped. The female chipmunk giggled at her own joke, and flipped her dark blond hair over her shoulders as she walked away.

"Which one was that?" Brittney asked, trying to avoid the subject. There were only 4 other girl chipmunks enrolled at lake view, and no one could tell them apart, for the simple fact that they were identical quintuplets

"It sounded like Charlene, but she was dressed like Chanel. It couldna been Charlotte or Chara, since they worship the ground anyone famous walks on. Hey! Wait, your avoiding the topic!"

"No I'm not, I'm going to go plan my first show outfit, your going to drop it, and we'll both live to see 14, comprende?" Eleanor nodded, half mad at her sister. She knew Brittany was stressed, but did she always have to take it out on her sisters?

"Fellas! Rehearsal!" David Seville called. His voice echoed back. It's quiet. He though to himself, Too quiet. He flicked on the light to see what the problem was. With Alvin, silence was more feared the explosions.

"He-he-hey Dave. Don'tcha, uh, like what we've done with the place?" Alvin asked, nerviously laughing. Every wall in the living room was covered in viberant colored gooey chemicals, as thick as cold molasses, and as sticky as "Mighty Putty."

"ALVIN!!!!!!!!!"