A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed so far! I really appreciate it. Here's something maybe I should put in here:

Disclaimer: I don't own Alvin and the Chipmunks. I don't own Alvin, Simon, Theodore, or Dave. But I do own Andrew. And any other characters in chapter 1 that aren't part of the series/films/whatever.

Warning: This chapter is very VIOLENT! And contains odd dreams.

Chapter 3

When Dave was in bed, he had a rather strange dream. He dreamed of magical ponies that brought him macaroni and cheese to his bed for breakfast. That dream was the scariest Dave ever had. He was terrified of magical ponies. He didn't know why though.

He woke up when he thought he heard something from the kitchen. Maybe it's a magical pony! He thought, and hid under his bed. That magical pony can't find me now.

He hid for what felt like hours, until he crawled out. He realized it was only five minutes. It must've been a magical pony! He figured. Magical ponies must be able to control time.

Well, actually, it was no magical pony. It wasn't even a pony. It was a chipmunk who went to get something to eat.

"What should I eat tonight?" Theodore asked himself.

From in his room, Dave crawled back under the bed when he heard the voice. That evil magical pony is trying to get me to come out by changing its voice to sound like one of my sons! That's a clever pony.

Dave looked around for something to hit the magical pony with. He was worried that maybe the magical pony would be somewhat like a ghost and you couldn't hit it. He grabbed his digital alarm clock and walked cautiously to the kitchen.

He saw Theodore over near the refrigerator. Quickly believing it was a magical pony, he hit him over the head.

"Ow, Dave, that hurt!" Theodore looked up at him with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Theodore, I-I-" Dave realized that it wasn't a magical pony. "I thought you were a magical pony."

Dave thought it was stupid that he thought one of his own sons were magical ponies. Especially Theodore.

"Well, that hurt really bad and now I have a headache." Theodore said angrily, marching back up to his room. His head hurt so much that he lost his appetite.

Dave decided to go back to bed. He felt evil. But not like an evil magical pony. He was a good person who just happened to be afraid of magical ponies.

He tried to fall asleep, but he just couldn't. He couldn't figure out why he just wouldn't fall asleep. He tried counting sheep, but one of the sheep wouldn't jump over the fence no matter how much Dave yelled at it, even though it was in his own mind.

He tried to watch TV, since TV late at night often made him fall asleep. But there was nothing on except for the president on every channel talking about the importance of footwear.

Except for one channel that coincidentally had a show about magical ponies. Afraid that he would have nightmares and wet the bed, he left the channel alone.

He heard a knock on the door. This time he didn't think it was a magical pony because he thought it was silly. So he walked to the front door and answered it.

There stood Andrew, with a baseball bat, and a big black garbage bag.

"What do you want, Andrew?" Dave asked, looking at the clock on the wall. "It's ten past three in the morning. If you want to play baseball come back later."

"I don't want to play baseball." Andrew said. Then he whacked Dave over the head, knocking him out, into a dream about magical ponies.

In the room upstairs, Theodore just couldn't get to sleep. It was sort of like Dave, but when he did count sheep all the sheep jumped over the fence. But it didn't help him get to sleep.

He thought that maybe he couldn't get to sleep because his head hurt. He went downstairs and saw Andrew.

"Hi, Andrew." He said. "Why are you here so early? Do you want to play baseball?"

"No." Andrew said. "I hate baseball."

"Then why do you have a baseball bat?" Theodore pointed to the baseball bat in Andrew's big hand. He noticed Dave was knocked out by the front door. "Why is Dave sleeping there and not in his bed?"

"Those are questions which I cannot answer." Andrew replied and dropped the baseball bat onto the floor with a THUNK.

"Why? Don't you know why?" Theodore questioned. He started to feel uneasy with Andrew. He wanted to go back upstairs where his brothers were asleep. But he was paralyzed with fear.

Andrew didn't answer his question, but thought of some questions of his own. "All the people in this family must be stupid." He said aloud.

"What makes you say that? It's not very nice to call people stupid." Theodore scolded.

"Smart people don't tell people everything about themselves. Smart people don't build houses thinking they've never been made before. Smart people run and hide when they see a man with a baseball bat and big garbage bag. But of course none of you think that way. You tell strangers where you live, how old you are, your names, where you go to school, your phone number, everything. You build houses in the basement. And you're still standing there even when really you should run and hide."

Theodore was shaking and trembling in fear. What exactly did Andrew want from him? Something told him that Andrew wasn't as nice as he seemed to be. But he was so scared he couldn't move, breathe, or blink. All he could do was impersonate a statue.

"Oh yeah, that's right." Andrew scoffed. "You're a fraidy cat. Then maybe you'll give me what I want."

"W-w-what do you want?" Theodore's voice shook as he tried to talk. He felt himself on the verge of fainting.

"It's not hard to give to me. You really don't have to do anything. Just stand still." Andrew grabbed the baseball bat and walked in Theodore's direction.

Theodore couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. He forgot everything. All he knew was how to stare ahead at Andrew and soon everything came to him.

RUN! He thought to himself. RUN AWAY! But he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't go anywhere.

He didn't even scream as the baseball bat whacked him over the head. But it didn't knock him out like Andrew wanted. All it did was make his headache ten times worse.

"There's no use in fighting me." Andrew said quietly, glaring down at him. "I'm probably fifty times your weight. I'm a lot older than you are. Just because I'm old doesn't make me weak. Just stand still and do what I say, and you'll be fine." Then he grinned evilly. "You know, I won't hurt you. I'm just playing with you."

Theodore looked grateful as his senses came back to him. He could breathe, think, and talk again. His smiled. "Really?"

"No." Andrew whacked him harder that time, knocking him out.

A/N: CLIFFHANGER! How was it? You can tell me when you review. If you think I should raise the rating please tell me!