The Chipmunks and the… girl chipmunks?

This is my first story. I'm not quite sure how to use this website but hope you enjoy. ThnQ

"Where's Mummy?" a small brown chipmunk cuddled up against her sister. Her name was Jeanette. She was the middle and the tallest out of the triplets. She was also the most nervous, the quietest, the smartest - and she was ill. Not really ill of course. 'Ill to the eyes' was how her Mother described it; Jeanette could barely see anything over an inch away from her. This didn't boost her confidence.

"I don't know, Jeanette. Now get of me. You're crumpling my new outfit!" This was Brittany. She was the oldest and had auburn fur. Brittany was also the selfish, the most careless and the vain one. Though she did worry about her family somewhere in her heart.

Jeanette's ears drooped as she heard this; "Sorry." Slowly, she began to walk away from Brittany. The red- head realised she had upset her sister.

"No it's not your fault . But you know that I have no idea where she is. I mean, who does?" Jeanette's ears had practically sunk into her head after Brittany said this. She loved her Mum. And didn't want to lose her.

"Look, come here." Brittany opened her arms and squeezed her triplet. She wasn't good at comforting people. "Go and ask Eleanor!"

Eleanor was the youngest (by two minutes) and the blonde out of the three. But she acted like the mother most of the time. If you had a problem it was 'Go-to-Eleanor-Time'. Eleanor was the shortest and the chubbiest – she had a great passion for food. Although she was also the sportiest, which helped a lot. Furthermore, Eleanor happened to be the creator of Brittany's outfit (a few rose petals in the shape of a dress) as she loved to make and design.

"Okay." Replied Jeanette, slightly happier now. "Erm, Eleanor? Where are you?"

"Over here, in the corner." Jeanette began to follow the sound of a squeaky voice. After bumping into several nuts, she finally made it.

"Do you know where Mummy is?"

"She might be in the woods." Suggested the furball, putting her hair in two neat pigtails, with a string of grass. Then moving on too Jeanette's, tying it up into a single messy ponytail. "Trying to calm Daddy down…" They both shivered at the D word. When their Father heard Brittany singing he got mad. Really mad. He slapped their Mum. Hard. She bled. A lot. But she was crazy about him. And forgave him.

"Let's go look for her girls." Brittany received one surprised look, and one terrified.

"Well it is getting dark." Murmured Eleanor, thoughtfully. "Good idea."

"Jeanette?"

"Erm, er… uh … erm, I-I-I…" A series of splutters came out her trembling lips.

"I'll take that as a yes!" Brittany knew how passive her sister was. As they approached the end of their hole a tall chipmunk stepped back. "I can't. How will I see the branches?"

"We'll help you." Eleanor tried to comfort her.

"I don't know."

Exasperated with her little sister, Brittany grabbed her hand and pulled her down. Jeanette squealed, her purple eyes wide in terror, as she flew through the green blotches – leaves. Brittany laughed at her face when they reached the bottom.

"See. This is fun. Isn't it?" Jeanette did not think it was fun, in fact wasn't sure she was ever going to climb a tree again, so she just didn't answer.

Come on!" Jeanette was pulled towards their Dad's hut. Eleanor was right. The two adult chipmunks were arguing outside the tree.

"You won't do anything to my girls!" an angry Mummy shouted.

"Your girls! There mine." There Daddy's voice was harsh and gruff.

"As much as we love the fact that you're both fighting over us," Brittany butted in, sarcastically, "I think we'd rather stay with Mummy."

"Why you little-" Their Father lunged towards her only to be pushed away by a furious Mummy. Yes, she did love this male, but she loved her daughters more. Shocked at what she'd just done, their mother told them to go down to the beach, she would meet them there when she had taught Daddy a lesson. They were told to take the long way down instead of jumping of the sheer drop of a vertical cliff. Eleanor and Brittany scurried of as there Daddy began to rise to is feet. While Jeanette went into the opposite direction, heading straight for 'him'!

"Jeanette!" Mummy screamed as she scooped her baby up. Taking probably the only opportunity when she'd be distracted, Daddy grabbed the female chipmunk by the scruff of her neck and dragged her towards the shortcut to the beach.

"No…" she gasped , holding a baby chipmunk to her chest, desperate to keep her out o harm's way. An ugly smirk stretched upon his face;

"Yes!"

I'm so sorry the chapters are so short but I plan to make it a long story. ThnQ