Prologue
I truly think that Mortimer is the perfect name for a mouse, bar none
W. Disney

"Chiiiiiip?" called a sing-songy voice from around the corner.

The living room was furnished in a Victorian style. The paneling and bookshelves were a deep red mahogany. The fireplace was carved marble, also in the Victorian style.
Many pictures littered the mantel, showing a long full life. Pictures of a young mouse and chipmunk playing in a sandbox, some of Chip and his bride on there wedding day, but one stood out from them all. This picture hung above the mantel, with a mahogany frame to match the décor. The picture its self was a group shot, two Chipmunks, one wearing a Hawaiian shirt, the other a fedora and a leather bomber jacket, two mice, one was a small, attractive young female field mouse, the other a large mouse with an Australia leaning in his attire, and a fly wearing a red sweeter, to finish of the five some. This picture held special meaning for Chip. It reminded him of his past, and who his friends were.
Chip set down his newspaper and sat up in his Lazy-Lad. He needed a break from grading his criminal law papers. His class was very popular, and he had a lot of work to do, but after awhile all the answers were started to run together.

"Yes?" he replied to the disembodied voice, quickly removing himself from his spot to investigate the motive behind why he was being summoned. 'A case might be around the corner.' He thought to him self. Chip still played these games in his head, though they were tamer now then when he first retired. Now he was content to teach in the mornings and do odd chores around the house, but part of him still wanted to be out there, solving the unsolvable, with danger looming around every corner.
"Dale wants to know if we could come over for spring break." Replied the feminine voice from the kitchen.
"I don't see why not, if it's ok with you." He called, rounding the corner to the kitchen.
Chip had to stifle a gasp. After all these years she still took his breath away. Before him stood the most perfect creature, a beauty that nature could never reproduce, excluding his daughter, who was almost an exact copy, of course. Her small figure was silhouetted by the mid afternoon sun, the light glimmer off her golden hair brighter that any gold coin, her tail was wrapped around her right leg, absent-mindedly twitching at the end in a manner that he found provocative. She continued to talk on the phone; unaware of the chipmunk staring slack jawed like a teen on his first date

The kitchen was modest, with a small stove/oven unit sitting near the phone and a refrigerator on the far wall. The table was from a dollhouse, but was just the right size for six, though it rarely sat that many. On it was spread a cacophony of papers. Some were plans of some new invention, but most were test and school papers she was reviewing.

Gadget noticed him standing there and handed him the phone. Dale's voice brought him back to reality.
"Hay Chip, long time no hear."
"No kidding buddy, how's the family doing?"
"I can't complain."
"And the business?"
"Business has been slow. Foxglove has started a web page on bats. You know, were to find what types, when the best time to see them, stuff like that. How'ziit going with you."
"About the same." He noticed his wife's eyes on him. "I teach in the morning, and do nothing in the after noon, you know, same old, same old"
Chip could not take his eyes off his wife. He made eye contact with a pair of deep blue pools and a seductive smile that made all his care drift away.

Dale was engrossed with his conversation with Chip. Foxglove had been updating her web page, when she heard her name mentioned. She casually walked over to Dale, and give him a small love nip on the back of his neck. Though it didn't break the skin, she wasn't that kind of bat; it still sent shivers of anticipation up his neck.

There was a pause on the phone, and then Dale spoke again. "So what you're saying is that your wife is looking at you with the same expiration that my wife is giving me."
Chip was engrossed with the fest for the eyes lay out before him and almost missed the comment initially. "Yah, but Dale, my wife isn't hanging on the ceiling right now." Chip could hear an audible giggle from Foxglove in the background. Both chipmunks were starting to notice that the rooms they were in were getting a little hotter than normal.
Chip was forced to break contact to write down the details "So were on for spring break? The full two weeks. Ok... Ok... Good, see ya then... I'll tell her... bye"
Chip hung up the phone on its cradle. He turned to find that the two pools of a blue that rivaled the pacific were now only a few inches away.
"Who said Foxglove was the only one who could stand on the ceiling?" She flitted seductively, breaking eye contact this time. She was heading for their bedroom, two plungers strapped to her feet, her hair pointing earthward with her tail fallowing suit.
Chip watch as she rounded the corner, with that same 'dear in the head lights' look. "If Geegaw had intended his daughter to hang from the ceiling, he would of married a bat." Chip called quickly following her, closing the bedroom door behind him.