OK, I'm breaking my rule. I got a review, so I'll update now. Oh, and this takes place in the cartoon universe. This story is very popular in Pakistan and Germany.
Disclaimer: I don't own Alvin and the Chipmunks. I wish I did.
Chow!
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Brittany
We all walked, mothers and daughters and sons, to the only room in the Gentleman's club to here the announcement. We didn't care, but if we didn't show up, our daughters will be whipped. Our sons would be beaten. If your not a mother, you would get both. We filed into the dimly lit room to see our "master" standing in the front, an evil smirk plastered onto his face. When we were all in here, he cleared his throat.
"Welcome, everyone. As you know, I have an announcement. Apparently, someone told the police about your whereabouts, and are right outside. I don't want anyone telling them about my plan, which all of you know about, so this is goodbye. It's been lovely working with you." With that, he started spilling gasoline all over the place. Our eyes widened, but we took know time rushing our children out. The small elevator shaft could only hold that amount of small people, so we decided to let that happen. The children lingered with their mothers, but quickly rushed out when the fire started. The last thing I remembered was little Lexi clutching her friends' hands with a tear stained face. Then my world blacked out.
Outside
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Theodore asked. The chipmunks, two chipettes, Dave, Miss Miller and others were standing outside of where Brittany was.
"Yea, it doesn't look like a gentleman's club." Alvin said, earning a look from Dave. "N-N-Not that I would no what a gentleman's club would look like. HeHe."
"Yes, this is what the flyer said at the barn." Sheriff Gord said. He was the police officer on the Brittany Miller case. He would have said more, but a fire started, following about 40 children running out the building. Sheriff called for some firefighters, but there was no visible entrance. They would have to wait for the building to burn down before looking for survivors (why are we letting them save us, again?).
After about two hours, the building collapsed, sending ash and debris fly everywhere. Surprisingly, the buildings around the club did not catch fire. The firefighters rushed into action, digging, yelling, anything to find a survivor. The chief shook his head, signaling no one survived the fire. Everyone burst into tears over their loss of daughters, wives and girlfriends. They were too late. Just as they were going to leave the police to their business, coughing was heard. Then, multiple coughs were heard. Everybody rushed over to where to noises were being made, digging through the hot ash and dirt to find what may be people. The only one who didn't go over there was Eleanor, who thought this whole trip was pointless.
Three girls, who could not be identified at the time, were pulled up and barely stood. Doctors rushed over with gurneys and strapped them on. The only things that were recognizable were auburn hair and blue eyes on one of the girls. Auburn hair. Blue eyes. It was Brittany. Those who knew her jumped into their cars and drove to the hospital. When they got there, they only had to wait 20 minutes before they could see her.
Brittany's Hospital Room
Everyone quietly walked in, looking at the twelve year old girl in the hospital gown. She looked significantly better, but still had some burns and bruises. They studied her even more. She might have had breast implants, her hair was past her hips, and... she was waking up!
"Lexi. Lexi, run!" Brittany mumbled. She began to thrash around, calling the girls name. Who was Lexi? Only Brittany knew. And maybe Lexi herself.