trex841: Nope. Not even close. Some other characters will be there instead and not to sound like a correctionalist but in the movie, there were four other EVE (Extraterrestrial Vegetation Evaluator) probes on the ship along with the main EVE.
To give you and everyone else a clue, Alvin, Theodore, Brittany and Eleanor will appear together after we meet whoever I have planned to be M·O. Charlene will appear seven chapters after the aforementioned Chipmunks and Chipettes make their first appearance. Happy guessing!
MissSteph22: Thanks! Um, have I seen your name somewhere before? ^^;
Nickpilottilover: Thanks for pointing that out! Got that corrected :)
EmmetEarwax: Just enjoy the story . . .
DISCLAIMER
Formally Bagdasarian Bagdasarian Film Corporations, Bagdasarian Productions owns the rights to The Chipmunks.
Bagdasarian Productions owns the rights to The Chipettes.
Olivia is a fictional orphan girl who took the role as The Chipettes guardian.
The door opens as fast as it could, the sudden rush of sand and wind blasting inside shatters the dead silence of the truck's dark interior.
"IN HERE!"
Simon leads Jeanette inside, shielding her with his body. It was difficult to find the truck but thankfully, Simon remembered his bearings before the storm hit. Walking in one hundred, fifty kilometer-per-hour winds slow as a crawl, any further than a kilometer away, they'd be dead and buried for sure.
The door closes and all is calm again. They are safe. The settling dust causes Jeanette to sneeze and cough up sand in her mouth.
"Are you alright?" Simon asks, worried. Even though he's used to the harsh air, she wasn't.
"Yea-" a sneeze escapes her.
"-yes, thank you," she manages to say, little shaken.
She notices the darkness inside the truck.
"Where are we?" she asks, unable to see, even Simon.
"Hold on, let me get some light." He scuffles through the darkness, managing to reach the stack of batteries to the Christmas lights. He clamps in the cables and the truck flickers to life with every color of light.
Jeanette is amazed at the sight, the most stuffed space of random ancient objects she's ever seen. Racks upon racks of unique appliances, tools, toys, items, oddities, knickknacks, anything. The Christmas lights gave the interior of the stuffed truck a glow of invitation and enchantment. She slowly glides down the aisle of the truck, completely awestruck.
"Is this, your…living quarters?" Jeanette asks, carefully choosing her words.
"This is my home," he proudly says, spreading his arms out to give a welcoming pose. Jeanette notices Simon's make shift room, a sheet tied to metal poles, the playable ancient TV and Pooka's sleeping pad. She takes in the entire image of the trucks interior.
She looks at him for a second, wondering how could a person live in such a humble place and survive the hostile conditions of Earth. Compared to the living standards of her home, this 'home' is utterly nothing.
She changes the subject, trying not to think of low his life compared to hers. Instead, she quelled her curiosity of the truck's treasures.
"So...where did you get all of these things?"
"I found all of these in the garbage and collected them." The way he displays the forgotten treasures of humanity, seems like it's the whole world in here.
"It's incredible," she says, scrutinizing every one of them but jumps at the sound of what appears to be a singing fish on the wall.
"WHOA!" She draws her gun as if to shoot it.
Alerted, Simon rushes to her, not wanting any of his treasures destroyed.
"Netta, Netta, it's alright, it's just a fish."
She isn't listening now that the singing fish is also moving! Its tail and head flapping side to side, she takes aim.
"Ah! Netta! No, no, no. It's ok, it's ok. It's not going to hurt you," he calmly reassures her, trying to get her to lower her weapon. She looks at him and back toward the fish in nervousness, giving in as she holsters her plasma rifle.
"Oh, good," Simon sighs in relief as he becomes all jittery and excited.
"There's so much I want to show you!" he says with a smile on his face, riffling through the racks to find interesting things to share.
"Here," he shows her an eggbeater, but since this technology is hundreds of years old, neither of them have a clue what it is.
Jeanette takes it as Simon goes searching for more things. She gets very curious with the eggbeater, twisting its knob faster, faster, faster, and fast—the beaters fly off, she revved it too fast. She gasps sharply as one of his treasures came apart.
Simon heard the clanking sounds.
"What was that?"
"Um, uh, nothing. Nothing at all," she quickly prevaricated, hiding the eggbeater.
Simon finds a sheet of pliable, transparent plastic material with regularly spaced, protruding air-filled hemispheres.
"Lookie here!" he pops one of the bubbles. Taken aback, it looks fun and addicting to her.
"You try," he happily offers it to her which she takes it and sure enough likes it when she popped a bubble. She giggles as she popped all the bubbles as fast as she could.
Simon hands her a glass bulb connected to a screw pitched base. She takes it and as soon as it touched her fingers, it shone brightly.
"What the?" Simon takes the light from her, tapping it if broken before handing it back to Jeanette, maybe he imagined things. Nope, it lit up again.
"How'd you do that?" he asks amazed she could bring light to anything dead.
"I don't know," she replies, drawn to the light as well. Unbeknownst to both, her suit's nano-circuitry could transfer energy to anything electrical it touches.
Simon shrugs it off as he finds an unsolved Rubik's cube that she takes with utmost curiosity.
"Aha, I know!" he says, knowing something to interest her.
Ecstatic, he rushes over to the VCR, pulls out Hello Dolly and rushes back to Jeanette, who finished solving the Rubik's cube in the three seconds he took to get the movie.
"Oh," he utters in amazement, she's smart and fast. He looks at the cube, unconsciously handing Jeanette the tape and stares at the cube, doesn't even know what it was for.
"Oops," Jeanette's words brought Simon's attention back to her. He saw Jeanette's worried expression looking at the unspooled contents from a cassette in her hands.
"Ah! My tape!" he panics, grabbing it from her, trying to think of how to fix it.
"Oh my, I-I'm so sorry!" Jeanette tries apologizing. Quickly and clumsily, Simon's mechanical arm exposes a kind of flathead power tool that rewinds the tape, worried if it would work. He whips around and slides it into the VCR, turning on the TV. The static made him feel uneasy for his most prized possession.
Finally, the screen flickers on, the picture displays and sound activates. Simon cheers in relief to the tunes playing, the scene of the actors dancing to 'Put On Your Sunday Clothes.'
Jeanette stands next to Simon, relieved the problem she made solved. She stares at the TV and to him.
"It's looks fascinating," she watches the scene and listens to the movie with great interest. She records the scenes of the actors dancing with her tiny camcorder, mounted on her earpiece.
"Very fascinating," she says to herself as she steps closer, examining the movie like a scientist examining a specimen.
"Oh I know!" Simon jumps in excitement as he reaches the back of his truck, searching for something he found earlier: the metal lid. He finds it just where he left it and turns to Jeanette.
Simon greeted Jeanette by his dancing and humming along the tunes, with a trash lid as a hat, how appropriate.
"...Put on your Sunday clothes there's lots of world out there…!"
He dances poorly if for the first time but Jeanette can't contain herself as she giggles loudly. He's too cute for her when he does that.
"Now you try," he politely asks, spinning to a stop from his last move.
Jeanette is baffled, she never danced before either except for in the sky but she tries anyway.
"Okay," thinking it to be challenging, she uses her enhanced abilities for her movements.
Too much speed and strength combined. Simon tries to stay calm and polite, stepping back from her frantic dancing form. She mimics his last dance move, spinning like helicopter propellers.
"Okay stop, stop! STO-" She strikes him in the face and sends him flying into the metal wall.
Jeanette stops gracefully, not fazed or dizzy at all. She notices Simon isn't present, how can he disappear in a truck?
"Simon?" she asks in confusion.
She looks on the ground and against the wall where Simon groaned from the impact of such force, like being hit by a car and putting a sizable dent in the aluminum wall.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Jeanette gasps.
"I got carried away, are you okay?"
He seemed unharmed but a lens from his glasses broke and he sustained a black eye. Concerned, Jeanette tries to help him up.
"I can fix that for you."
"Oh no, no, no, no, I-I am okay. I have spares," he says, getting up but trips over some of his stuff on the floor, only capable seeing only blurred images without his glasses.
"Are you sure you don't need help?" Jeanette asks, watching him feel the shelves, but kept tripping and bumping his head into things.
"Oh yes I am okay, I know wher-" CLANK!
"OW!" Simon hits his head against the top shelf but manages to finish his sentence.
"I know where to find my glasses." Simon finds his way to the shelf of personal items of new glasses, replacement prosthesis, pacemaker batteries and so forth.
"Aha! Problem solved," he says triumphantly, holding up a new pair of glasses.
"Oh, good," Jeanette is relieved she didn't seriously injured him which Simon taken aback that Jeanette is now more caring to him. She focuses her eyes around to find something new.
Jeanette finds Simon's lighter collection, something new to her indeed. She picks one up, carefully studying its appearance, wasn't it used for something?
"I have no idea what those are," Simon said as Jeanette sat down not too far from him.
"I just collected all of the ones I could find though."
She pulls on one side and it clicks open. Curiously, she presses a button and a tiny little flame sparks to life, captivating Simon and Jeanette.
As they stare into the flame, Simon felt the warmth emitting from Jeanette's skin, realizing this. is the closest he has been to her. He looks at her, still oblivious to their intimate position, staring at the flame.
Simon took in the image of Jeanette, the light emitting from the Christmas lights and from the tiny flame glowing on her figure but saw the warmer glow of her beautiful face, his infatuation for her grew. He tilted his head to one side, his mind lost in the magnificence of her vivid emerald green eyes, staring into them as if into her soul. So beautiful it almost hurt to look. He hears familiar tunes playing in the background, the soft ballad of 'It Only Takes A Moment' made it feel he stared at the night sky that day before she arrived, its timeless dark horizon twinkled of constellations so mystifying and captivating, beheld the most mysterious things of life beyond mortal grasp. Simon felt Jeanette was a goddess sent from the stars, his silent prayer for finding love right in front of him.
He remembered the song playing in the background, the man and woman kissing and holding hands, proclaiming their affection for one another only took a moment to fall in love. Simon finally understood what the lyrics meant and he knew what to do.
His eyes down from her eyes, down her arm and to her fingerless gloved left hand lying limp on the sheet they sat on, mere centimeters from his prosthetic right hand. Simon gulped. It seemed so simple in the movie to hold the woman's hand, telling her everything you wanted to tell.
But what if she rejects me? Worse, decides to shoot me? Easier said than done, Simon tried to build up courage within himself to make his move, sweating. They were still in awkward silence, Jeanette distracted by the flame. Over the intimate situation and setting, he decides to take her hand immediately.
He slowly raises his right hand, his entire body shaking and his mechanical arm made a faint clattering sound as his prosthetic's neural processor registered spiking stimulus patterns of stress in his brain, enacting the proper effects of anxiety like the shakes. He mentally cursed his replacement arm for having such a give away to his shyness, it wasn't that far to her hand, but mere centimeters felt like kilometers.
He opens his fingers.
Ok, that's a good first step, he reaches down…slowly.
He closed his eyes, preparing for the worst . . . if he is rejected and she decides to blast him to bit on the spot.
He hoped for the best that she somehow loved him back. He pictures in his mind of them being locked in a passionate embrace, singing to the orchestra of 'It Only Takes A Moment' and the happiest of endings, his dream come true. The thought finally brings out the bravery in him to touch the skin of her fingers…
Jeanette turns her head to Simon, eyeing him questioningly and suspiciously when she sees him reach for her hand with his eyes closed.
"What are you doing?"
He pulls his hand back in reflex, half-choking/yelping, thinking he was caught or he touched her hand and was about to die.
"Ah! Oh um-uuuuh, uuh, n-n-n-nothing, noth-thing at all! Yeah that's it! Doing nothing at all!" he denies half stuttering out of impulse and fear, confidence and fantasies shattered into a trillion pieces. He sheepishly fidgets as if trying to convince her he was doing something akin to nothing.
Jeanette looks at him as if he's the most bizarre creature she's ever seen, oblivious to what Simon tried to relay to her.
"Uuuh Oooo-kay," she says to him in unease, wondering what he was up to.
"Oooh!" Jeanette is drawn to the TV where 'It Only Takes A Moment' played, preventing her from pondering about Simon's strange behavior.
Simon mentally kicked himself for cowering from his only chance to connect with Jeanette. He noticed Jeanette became very interested in the movie as well. He sat there in thought trying to come up with something to reel her to him. She was interested in the things he showed her, so what hasn't he shown her yet? He's shown her pretty much everything of his life on Earth in just minutes, there wasn't much lively to look at.
Wait, lively! THAT'S IT! THE PLANT! Suddenly remembering the garden plant he found earlier, the only thing she hasn't seen and it's something he's never seen before either.
"Netta! I just remembered!" Jeanette draws her attention from scanning the scene on the TV.
"I found something a few days ago and I want to show you!"
He rushes over to the shelves but since the whole truck had something in every one of the hundreds of shelves, he can't remember exactly where it was.
"Uh, one second," he says as he frantically continues searching through the shelves, causing such a racket that a drum came down on his head.
"Ow!" Looking up in the direction of where the drum fell, he fumbles back on the drum as he loses his balance.
Jeanette silently giggles at him as he searched around his home. He is, indeed, adorably funny in her eyes, very cute even, especially for someone like him who survived here. Jeanette looks at the lighter in her hand and back at the closing scene of 'It Only Takes A Moment.'
She thinks of how someone like him could see something so special in things humans and anthropomorphic beings once greedily took for granted or if it were a dumb invention. To Simon, he saw things far more than they were in all his treasures. There was something about Simon that made her more curious and drawn to him, wondering if the things she felt were of what, attraction? How? He is far below her in status, not to mention he does not have much of an attractive male physical appearance according to female terms.
She is a naval vegetation scout for the Buy N' Large interstellar fleet and he is a custodian for a government that no longer exists. How could such unlikely people create such a connection among them?
Jeanette flicks the lighter on again, the tiny flame coming to life, reminding her of the things she remembered as beautiful. The warmth of being loved or loving someone, like the way her adopted parental figure Olivia cared for her when young. Then she remembered the beauty of the stars seen from the Axiom. She loved them as much as her loved to fly, the greatest things that brought her warmth but didn't know why. It wasn't just for the sense of freedom for freedom is a perspective. What she loved is it's just cause, because she wanted to. She compared it to a possibility she thought of if she and him were somehow connected
Could they be attracted if they wanted to? she thought. Maybe there was more to it than just social or status common ground. The way he looked at her, at the times she caught him staring at her like the greatest thing ever.
Maybe, he sees something in me that no one else could. But what exactly?
Simon tapped her shoulder, breaking her train of thought.
She turns around to see him standing before her holding an old shoe. Something green inside the shoe got her attention.
"Oh!" she exclaimed with great interest. She looks at the green object in scrutiny.
Wait a minute! Her practiced eyes realize the familiar green looking object.
She pulls out her holographic pad and scans the object. Three pings and then, a pause as it processed what it looked at.
"Identified: Specimen POSITIVE - Ailanthus altissimo sprout - Biologically functioning."
It pinged with a confirming sound. Jeanette's eyes shot wide open, his mind unable. process what she looked at is a real photosynthesizing plant!
"Specimen Confirmed Positive, Directive A1-01: Recon & Nettaluate Positive Biological Lifeforms - Accomplished, Initiate - Directive A1-02: Return To Axiom Superior!"
At that moment, her mind truly unable process for an automated program took over, her neural implants possessing his mind and body.
She starts to convulse violently, an inhuman automated sound coming from Jeanette. Simon is caught by surprise and fear, he steps back scared as if she's going to blow up. In his mind, he is scared beyond measure for her.
WHAT DID I DO? He panics in his mind, his feet locked in fear of what's going to happen next.
It happened instantly. A brainwashed Jeanette yanks the plant out of Simon's hands and places it in the special biological specimen container strapped to her belt before yanking out her downsized cryogenic pod. It automatically sizes up around her in the event these things happen and cryogenic ice suddenly encases Jeanette. The cryogenic pod's seams seal shut with a solid click, never to open for anything or anyone. It drops to the ground with a thud.
Only a steady pulsating green light with a leaf planted over it emits from the pod.
"Whoa," was Simon's only reaction to what happened.
He steps over to the pod and sees Jeanette in suspended animation inside, frozen in her blank, catatonic pose, her eyes closed and her hand clutching the plant container for dear life. She looked clinically dead in the pod, just like when she first came here.
"Netta?"
Simon taps the pod as if to somehow get her attention, receiving no response. He leans against the pod to hear for any signs of activity within it. Besides the pulsating green light, nothing.
"Netta?" he panics, shaking the pod to awake her. Nothing happens.
"N-N-NETTA!" His cries for the now frozen and unresponsive Jeanette echoed through the truck, through the storm and through the night as he tries getting an answer.
