Hello everyone! I would just like to say thank you for kind gentleman who took only 5 minutes of his time to easily review on my story so far. Anyways, on with the story you've eagerly been waiting for.

Chapter 2, it begins

Simon's POV

at the Seville residence

I slowly opened my eyes as I heard someone calling my name; it came from downstairs as I could tell so from the distance of the voice that I assumed, belonged to Alvin.

I sighed in frustration as he had awakened me from a wonderful dream I was having. I took my black rimmed glasses off the night-table, put them on and went downstairs to the kitchen to find Alvin turn around towards me in a very fast motion as he then yelled "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

I was taken aback by this. He was truly terrified; as was I at that moment. I then asked him "WHAT? WHAT IS IT?" in panic.

In-front of me, on the floor was an air soft gun, a fake knife and a toy bear-trap. Although, the bear-trap was larger than my foot because of my small nature.

"YOU ALMOST STEPPED-" he then pointed to my right "ON THAT BANANA!"

I sighed as I said "really Alvin? A Nigahiga joke? At 7 am!? Are you friggin' serious!?" in frustration.

"Hey Si calm down! Geez, can't you take a joke bro?"

"Not if it's at 7 friggin' am! I was having a wonderful dream till you just had to get me all the way down here for your bullshit…..again!"

"What were you dreamin' of bro?"

"That's for me to go back to and for you to not interfere. Besides, what do you care anyways? All you care about is yourself"

"Oh come on! What are you scared I'm gonna ruin your dream or something?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. Yes I am"

He sighed deeply and said "whatever, just go back to sleep; I'll clean this shit up"

"Gladly. I'd help you if I wasn't so damn tired. Now why would that be? I wonder…oh yes; because you woke me up!"

"I'm sorry okay!? Good god!" said Alvin as he cleaned up his mess.

And with that I went back upstairs and within a few minutes, I was on my bed, closing me eyes, and returning to my land of make-belief.

Buck's POV

At the Power's residence

It was 11:00 am. I woke up about half an hour ago and was now sitting in my comfortable living room couch, watching the tele as I drank my morning hazelnut latte from my rodent-sized teacup.

Oh how I loved the early Saturday mornings of every week! The birds chirping, the wind blowing and to mention the delicious nectar I was drinking right now. That latte, it reminded me of Jessica's sweet lips, how she would press hers against mine; it was better than life itself.

I could never get tired of her image and personality: a beautiful American female chipmunk with orange eyes, brown fur, long silky hair, wearing a golden tiara on her head, orange glasses and an orange and white colored dress and to top it off, beautiful sparkling white claws and teeth especially her sexy incisors. BTW her and my middle sister Jerika both look like Jeanette.

However, her appearance could only be a reflection, a sketch of her wonderful personality, for she was wise, humorous, loving, kind, gentle, intelligent, open-minded, mature, adventurous and most of all, she was like me, playful.

Speaking of Jessica, she greeted me with a kiss on my furry cheek and spoke up "hello my wonderful British gentleweasel" I then gave her peck on the lips and said "hello to you to love eyes" that was her nickname.

I then proposed that she took a seat as I tapped on a spot near me. She sat down and together, we look at our favorite show, Animal Planet's "crocodile hunter" after a few moments though, I looked over to her; she had a small frown on her face.

Something was wrong with her. Her face went from happy to worried and that always made me worried; I hated seeing her like this. "Jessica" I asked "are you alright? Is something wrong?"

She looked at me for a moment before making full eye contact and then, she spoke again, only this time, her tone had a hint of worry in it. "Don't worry Buck, everything's fine" that's what they all say. I then replied soothingly saying "now Jessica, you and I both know and have watched enough television to know that when someone says everything's fine they really aren't. So please, tell me; you know you can trust me right?"

And like lightning, she turned her head towards me and made eye contact again and said "of course I can trust you Buck, you're the only one I trust! It's just…"

"Just what my love?" I asked.

"It's Jerika" she said, I then got as worried as she was.

"Jerika? What about my sister?" she was a chipmunk too BTW, let's just say that besides our human parents John and Clementine, the punkettes are my chipmunk sisters except for Jessica; she's my girlfriend, obviously! And the chip-punks are my chipmunk adoptive "brothers".

The reason I say "brothers" between quotation marks is because they date my sisters. The chip-punks and punkettes aren't really siblings except my sisters and I. So it's not incest if the chip-punks date my sisters; we think of those boys as roommates and as for Jessica, her story will be told another time.

Anyways, speaking of Jessica, she then spoke saying "I think something's wrong with her. She's been coughing all night long yesterday and today she told me she felt like complete shit; I'm concerned Buck"

"Hmm…where is she now?" I asked worryingly.

"She told me she'd go to "Dolly's", the nearby food store"

We then heard knocking on the door "I'll get it" said my lovely Jessica as she walked to the door and opened it.

"Who is it?" she asked. We heard a series of vicious coughs and a sore and hoarse yet squeaky voice spoke up "It's me, It's (cough) it's Jerika" said my sister as she let out a few more coughs.

Jessica opened the door "Jerika? Are you…feeling…al…..al...r-right?" was all she could say as Jerika shambled by her. Her fur was slightly paler then when she was normally ill and she didn't walk, as I said, she shambled; something smelled fishy.

I asked in concern "Jerika, sister dearest, are you feeling alright? You seem rather….in pain"

My sister then dropped the bag of groceries, slowly lifted and extended her hand towards me and let out a long groan; I couldn't tell which of the three of us were more terrified.

"J-Jerika? Sister?" she then lifted her head and I say in pure horror that her mouth was slowly dripping blood.