Raz stirred. He could hear music playing, and there was something warm and heavy on his back. He looked around to see a pile of bedclothes. There was a stubby tail sticking out from underneath them: Dogen. That left only one answer to whatever was laying on his back.
"Dart…Dart!"
Raz shifted uncomfortably, and Dart began to snore.
"D'artagnan!"
Dart mumbled in his sleep. Raz sighed. It's really hard to psychically pick someone up when you can't see them.
"I wanna bran' new house on an episode a' Cribs and a bathroom I can play baseball in!"
Dart began mumbling along with the song. Dogen stirred under the bedclothes. He crawled out and began to giggle at the sight of Dart's tail lying across Raz's head. "Right," Raz said, only mildly annoyed. "Now will you help me?" Dogen nodded and scurried over.
"Dart, Dart, wake up," Dogen said, pushing on his brother's shoulder. Dart finally opened his eyes and looked wearily at Dogen. Dogen pointed toward Raz's tail. Dart looked down.
"Ah! I've been horribly mangled!"
Forehead slaps all around. "Dart, you know that's my tail, right?" Raz said, feeling really annoyed. Dart sat up, his 'tocks on Raz's shoulders.
"Oh!"
"That's got no limit and a big, black jet with a bathroom in it: gonna join the mile-high club at thirty-seven thousand feet!"
"Been there, done that."
"Ooh! What's that?" Dart cried, racing out of the remains of the bedroom. "Wait!" Raz cried, he and Dogen following after. Raz stuck his head out of the ruined hallway. He couldn't see him, but he could feel Dart somewhere nearby. Raz climbed onto the log and coaxed Dogen out.
"Somewhere between Cher and James Dean is fine for me!"
Dart's voice drifted back to them, and the brothers followed through a mass of logs and onto a tarp. Raz and Dogen heard their voices blend nicely with Dart's and the singers'. "'Cause we all jus' wanna be big rockstars and live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars!" the brothers sang.
The truck driver happened to look in the rearview mirror at that moment to see the three chipmunks. The truck screeched to a stop.
"The girls come easy and the—whoa!"
The brothers tumbled backwards across the tarp. "What was that about?" Raz asked, unsteady. He was standing on a part of the tarp that lay between logs. Suddenly, Dogen curled up into a ball and cried, "Don't hurt me! Please!".
"Huh?" Raz asked. He turned to see the truck driver…with an axe! With a unanimous cry, the brothers scrambled off the tarp. "Get outta here ya mangy rats!" he cried, swinging his axe and burying it in the concrete next to Raz. Dart spotted a gate next to the road.
"This way, guys!"
Raz and Dogen scampered after him. They rested on the other side of the large gate, out of the man's reach. Dart bounced up and down and from side to side, taunting the man.
"Look at the big man! Such a big man, with his axe, pickin' on juvenile chipmunks!"
Dogen saw Raz roll his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah! Just walk away, big man! Walk away! Know what? See you in hell!"
"D'artagnan!"
Dart turned to see Raz with his paws over Dogen's ears. Dogen looked disgruntled. "Not in front of Dogen," Raz said through clenched teeth.
"Whatever. Where are we, anyway?"
The brothers looked around. "We seem to be in a parking lot," Raz stated. The only car was long, slender, and painted a psychedelic yellow. A huge piece of cut wood stood in the center of the lot. The brothers ran around it to get a better look. "Ooh, a time line!" Dart cried, climbing up.
"Whispering Rock…it must be this place," Raz said, also clinging to the wood. "What is thread bussy?" Dogen asked, looking at a handwritten note. Raz slid down to see what his brother was talking about. "Wow! Whoever wrote this has messy handwriting," he said. "'I got to third base with Milly Hoofburger, Nils,' is what I think it says…"
"What's 'third base'?" Dogen asked. Dart began to laugh. Whap! "I think it has something to do with humans and mating," Raz said, turning back to Dogen as Dart rubbed his head. "Oh," said Dogen. Raz examined his surroundings. There was a large cabin up the hill. To the left was a trail with an archway.
"I think we'd better avoid the humans," he said, heading for the archway. "But it's so exciting when humans are around!" Dart complained. Raz held up his right arm. The fur on the side of his forearm was shaved close.
"This is enough excitement for one day."
Dart hiccupped and followed his brothers through the archway.