SLAM!

"Ha! I could hit it four times that high!" Alvin boasted after Simon finally hit the ball. It had sailed for a few yards and then fallen to the ground.

"That would put it over the house, Alvin!" Simon walked over, handing Alvin the bat and taking the ball. He put the glove on, and pitched.

WHACK! CRASH! The ball sailed up and crashed right into the window. Alvin flinched. "Not again!" he groaned.

Simon took a clipboard from the grass and marked something on it. "That's the third window you've broken this week, Alvin!"

"I know." Alvin took off his cap and wiped his forehead. "Dave's sopposed to be here any time now, too!"

"I'm going to work on my time machine-" Alvin cut Simon off.

"You're working on a time machine?" His eyes got that gleam in them that meant he was planning something. "Could I-"

"No." Simon knew his brother very well.

"-watch?" Alvin finished lamely.

"Yes, but don't touch anything!" Simon went back toward his lab.


In the lab, Alvin was being perfectly good about not touching anything. Almost too good. Simon kept a close eye on his mischievous brother as he adjusted the lever on the time machine.

"Fellas! I'm home!" Dave called. Simon rushed out to greet him. Alvin waited a moment to have a few moments before Dave discovered the windows. Dave had been gone on a business trip. Alvin sighed, finally going to face Dave. As he did, his hand brushed the lever on Simon's time machine, turning it on, but he had already left by the time it made the startup sounds.

The time machine grew even louder, omitting a bright light. The light focused on a particular spot and materialized into three regular chipmunks. One had a red hoodie with a yellow 'A' on it, one had a blue hoodie and glasses, and one had a green hoodie and was a little chubbier than the others.

"Where are we?" the one in the red hoodie with the yellow 'A' on it asked.

"I don't know, Alvin, but it actually looks sort of familiar," the one in blue with glasses answered. "Like from a dream, or a very old memory..."