Here is the next chapter! Enjoy!
Dave stumbles into his hotel room, tired and wet. He gets a towel to dry out his hair, then he changes into dry pajamas, and gets into bed. He doesn't want to sleep, though. He wants to find Alvin, Simon and Theodore. He misses them, even if they can get out of hand and a bit wild at times. He misses their high-pitched voices and how they could turn any bad situation into something good.
"I wish you were here." Dave says to the chipmunks, although they aren't in the room. "You'd tell me what to do about Claire. I think I might have overreacted just a bit."
Dave gets no response. He wants them to give him their own wise words. He feels so awful for losing his three sons. What kind of father was he? Then, he got an idea. The chipmunks were, after all, part of his family.
Dave goes back into dry day clothes and leaves his room and goes down the hall, down the elevator until he reaches the front desk.
"May I help you?" A woman with a great big smile asks. Dave finds her smile forced and somewhat creepy.
"Uh, yes," Dave clears his throat, trying not to think of her huge smile. How can someone keep a smile that big for so long? Did botox injections go horribly, horribly wrong? He finally remembers why he came down to the front desk. "I lost my sons, and I need help finding them."
"You lost your sons?" She asks, hardly moving her lips.
"Yes," Dave says.
"My, what kind of father are you, eh?" The woman's smile finally vanished, and she gives him a disapproved look. "Losing your sons? I don't know where you're from, but in Canada, we call that bad parenting!"
"I know, I know," Dave says, trying to explain.
"Honestly! Why on earth did they run away? You weren't being a good father, that's why they ran away," she continues.
"Can you please let me talk?" Dave asks. "I've had a hard da-"
"And you lost more than one son? Seriously? You shouldn't be allowed to even have one son! Let's hope they're off together," her rant goes on.
"Please, let me talk!" Dave tried to interrupt.
"And they're in the rain! Cold, alone, and probably hungry. And let me guess, they don't even have a penny to spend. They're probably going to have to drink oily water in the streets...and they'll have to sleep with the rats! Rats bite of toes, you know!" The woman continued her scolding.
"Will you let me speak!" Dave exclaims, making a few people who just walked in give him a weird look. The woman finally quiets her rant. "I know I was being a bad father. I shouldn't have let them out of my sight. I feel terrible, but I just want them back so they can be safe."
"Well, why didn't you say that before?" The woman says, getting out a piece of paper from under her desk. "What's your name, eh?"
"Dave. Dave Seville," Dave said.
"Dave Seville," she repeats writing his name down. "And your sons?"
"Alvin, Simon and Theodore," Dave says.
"Uh-huh, and a description. Any unusual markings? Scars, moles, hook for a hand?" The woman says.
Dave gives her a confused look at the last statement.
"What? I want all of the information," she says. "Oh, and age, too!"
"Well, they have brown fur, and they wear hoodies. I don't think they have scars, and if they do, I can't see them because of the fur. I don't know their ages to be honest. Maybe one?"
The woman raises an eyebrow and looks off of her sheet. "So, you basically said they they're one year old, are very hairy and they wear hoodies?"
"Yes," Dave says.
"You worry me. You know that, eh?" She asks.
"Oh, but they're not human," Dave explains.
"Not...human? So...their mother was a dog?" The woman asks.
"No. They're adopted," Dave says.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think that the police would search for pets. They're more interesting in searching and rescuing sons of the human variety," she says. "Now, please go away; there are people behind you waiting for my assistance."
Dave steps aside to let the other people talk to the woman. When a new person came up to the desk, that scary smile returned to her face.
Suddenly, Dave hears something so familiar.
Christmas, Christmas time is near time for toys and time for cheer.
He knows those voices and he follows the sound. He keeps going and the music gets louder. He runs into the lobby to see some people waiting in chairs, then the hears the noise coming from a boy sitting. He has his iPod on, and it's turned up really loud.
"What?" The boy asks, turning his iPod down.
"You kids really listen to your music too loud," Dave says, then goes back to his room, feeling more defeated than before.
When he gets into his room, he feels his cell phone vibrate in his pocket, and he remembers that the chipmunks know his cell phone number. He hopes that they found some change and figured out how to use a pay-phone. He answers it, but he doesn't hear the chipmunks' voices. Instead, it Kathryn and Breanne.
"Dave, you ding-dong!" Kathryn exclaims. "You made Claire so sad!"
"Yeah!" Breanne adds in. "Seriously, she said some nice things about you, but nnnooo, you just had to drown out the good stuff she was saying!"
"She's so depressed now! We hope you feel bad!" Kathryn says.
"Have fun on this guilt trip!" Breanne says, then they hang up the phone.
Dave feels even worse when he closes his door behind himself.
I hope you enjoyed it! How old would the chipmunks be in real life? I don't really know the life expantcy for chipmunks... Please review!
