The next morning, Brittany woke up and noticed that Jeanette wasn't in her bed. She got up and started searching the house.
"Jeanette?"
Brittany sighed, Jeanette was probably still shunning her after what she did yesterday.
"Jeanette, I know you're mad, and honestly, I don't blame you one bit. But could you at least...?"
Brittany stopped when she noticed a note on the fridge. It was from Jeanette.
" 'I went back to school for a surprise party, be back soon. Love, Jeanette. P.S. Tell Brittany she's not invited.' "
Brittany frowned sadly after reading that last part. Of course, what was she expecting? She wouldn't invite herself either.
But then, something clicked in Brittany's mind.
"Wait...surprise party? At school?"
Brittany's eyes widened.
"AMY'S PRANK!"
She ran off to get Toby and Eleanor.
West Eastman
Amy and the cheerleaders were standing in front of the school, waiting for a special guest.
"Oh, look girls," Amy pointed at Jeanette, who had just arrived and was scurrying up the steps, "The guest of honor has arrived."
Jeanette smiled as she approached the cheerleaders.
"Hi, I'm here for the party. Oh, am I little early?," Jeanette asked, noticing the buckets of what appeared to be party supplies laying on the ground.
"No, actually, you're just in time," Amy smirked.
"Oh, good. I was worried I might've missed something. I kinda had a rough night last night, and I was hoping this might cheer me up," Jeanette explained.
"Oh yeah, I totally get that," Amy smiled, using her fake-nice-person voice, "But, I just need to ask you something. How are you with painting?"
"Well, I don't really paint that much, but if you need me to, I guess I could help."
"Great! Oh, one more thing though."
Amy suddenly grabbed Jeanette by the tail and lifted her up so they were eye-to-eye.
"We're all out of brushes. So we're gonna have to use you."
Jeanette was confused as Amy's evil smirk returned.
"What?"
"Don't you get it? It's a joke."
Jeanette seemed relieved.
"Oh, good. I really didn't want to be covered in paint. I just cleaned my fur and- -"
"Kid. There is no party. This is all a prank. You're the joke!"
Jeanette gasped.
"Wh-Why would you do this?"
" 'Cause it's funny? Duh," Amy said like it was obvious, "By the way, the football team's gonna come by later and duct tape you to the wall. You're cool with that, right?"
Jeanette frowned nervously as Amy and the other cheerleaders started to laugh.
Toby drove as fast as he could to get to West Eastman in time.
"I should've known Amy was gonna go after Jeanette," Brittany said, scared as ever, "She's a perfect bully target! I never should've helped Amy with those flyers."
"I just hope we get there before they do something really terrible," Eleanor said, equally scared.
"Hey Amy, which one should we use first? Black or white?," Zoe asked, holding up two cans of paint.
"Ugh! Zoe! Everyone knows that eagles are brown," Amy frowned before looking at Jeanette, who she was still holding by the tail, "But since she's already brown, we'll have to improvise. Open the black one."
"Um, black really isn't a good color for me," Jeanette frowned nervously.
"Shut up!"
"Ok."
Toby finally arrived at the school and he and the girls ran out of the car.
"I hope we're not too late," Brittany worried as she ran ahead of Eleanor and Toby.
Zoe opened the can of black paint and Amy prepared to dunk Jeanette in it.
"Girls, please, I'll do anything you want, just please don't do this!"
"I thought I told you to shut up, four-eyes," Amy glared at the chipmunk.
"Ok, that's just an offensive stereotype!," Jeanette frowned.
"Amy, STOP!"
Amy spun around and saw Brittany standing in front of her with her arms crossed and an angry glare clear on her face.
"Brit! You're just in time! We were just about to get started."
"Put. My sister. Down," Brittany demanded.
"Please listen to her, my blood is rushing to my head," Jeanette begged, but Amy ignored her.
"Brit, need I remind you that you agreed to pass out those flyers."
"And you never bothered to tell me that my sister would be the victim?!"
"Ok, 'victim' is kind of a strong word. I prefer, 'weakling.' "
"She is not a weakling!"
Brittany's face softened a little as she looked up at Amy.
"Look, I get why you want Jeanette. I do. But, I can't let you do this to her. Because, she's my sister. Not that she'd know that 'cause, I've been a total jerk to her. She's the sweetest and smartest girl I've ever known in my life, and she's done nothing to deserve this."
Jeanette smiled as she felt tears of joy come to her eyes, that was the nicest thing Brittany ever said to her.
"If anyone deserves to be humiliated on front of the entire school...it's me."
Brittany looked at Amy with tears in her eyes, hoping Amy wouldn't see them as she spoke confidently.
"So why don't you just put her down and prank me instead?"
Amy frowned and dropped Jeanette, who fell on her face.
"Oof!"
As Brittany helped her sister up, Amy crossed her arms and gave Brittany a serious look.
"Brit, cheerleaders don't prank each other, it's like, against cheer policy."
Brittany frowned, "Then I guess I'm not a cheerleader anymore."
Jeanette gasped, along with Eleanor and Toby, who had been watching the whole thing.
"What are you saying?," Amy raised an eyebrow.
"I'm saying, I. Quit."
The cheerleaders all gasped as Amy's face remained a stoic expression.
"Brit, I am gonna give you ten seconds to take back what you just said."
"I'm not taking it back. If being a cheerleader means that I have to torture my sisters everyday, then I don't wanna be one."
Eleanor smiled and ran up to Brittany, embracing her with a tight hug, Jeanette doing the same. Brittany smiled, her sisters had officially forgiven her.
"...You just dug your own grave, Seville."
Brittany's eyes widened as Amy continued.
"Starting today, I promise to make your life a living nightmare. Swirlies every morning, pranks every afternoon, humiliation everyday."
"Am I interrupting anything?"
Amy's smirk disappeared. She looked up and saw Dr. Rubin giving her a very disapproving look.
"Oh, Dr. Rubin! Thank goodness you're here! The Chipettes were threatening me with violence," Amy said in her fake voice.
"You can cut the act, Miss Ambers. I already witnessed the whole thing."
Amy's eyes widened.
"I want all of you in my office, now."
Dr. Rubin opened the door and Amy and her entourage walked inside without another word.
Dr. Rubin looked over her shoulder and saw Toby standing with the Chipettes.
"Oh, Toby Seville?"
"Uh, yes ma'am?"
"Thanks for the call," she smiled before walking inside.
The Chipettes looked up at Toby, shocked.
"I called Dr. Rubin before we left. But Brittany, that was huge," Toby said, meaning what Brittany had done just a few minutes ago.
"I can't believe you actually quit cheerleading for us," Eleanor said.
"You didn't have to do that, Brit," Jeanette told her.
"Yes, I did, Jeanette. They were gonna humiliate you in front of everyone. And anybody who ever tries to do something like that, is dead to me. Besides, all for three and three for all, remember?"
Jeanette and Eleanor smiled and pulled Brittany into a group hug. All was forgiven. Toby smiled at the heartwarming scene and took them home.
I'm trouble!
Yeah, trouble now!
I'm trouble, ya'll!
I've got trouble in my town...
Ian's face appeared in a video of the Chipmunks performing at the sing-off.
"Interested? Call Ian Hawke. 310-555-5309."
A man was watching the video in his office and was very interested.
"Deloris, get me that Ian Hawke on the phone!"
Simon was searching through one of Ian's bedroom drawers, Ian had gone out for a while so he decided to seize the moment. He finally found what he was looking for and took them out of the drawer.
His old glasses.
He took off his new ones and put them in his pocket, in case Ian wanted him to put them back on. He cleaned the lenses on his old glasses real quick and pushed them against his nose.
He sighed in relief once he saw the room clearly again. He closed the drawer and ran out of the room.
The Chipmunks were sitting on the couch watching TV when Ian walked through the front door with a black bag.
"There you are."
The Chipmunks greeted Ian and turned off the TV.
"My sweet little money-makers," Ian smiled, causing Theodore to chuckle.
He put the bag down on the couch the Chipmunks were on and looked down at them.
"Do you remember when I told you that I would make you all big stars?"
"Yeah?," Alvin said.
"Well...guess who's opening up for Britney Spears at the Staples Center tonight?"
The Chipmunks cheered and high-fived each other.
"Oh yeah!," Alvin cheered.
"Am I dreaming? Pinch me," Theodore smiled.
Simon's eyes suddenly widened as an important thought crossed his mind.
"Wait wait wait, tonight? But we'll miss the school contest!"
Alvin and Theodore's eyes widened and they looked up at Ian.
"That is correct," Ian tapped Simon's nose, "You will miss the school contest. You're so smart, I can never get anything past you," Ian frowned, "It was never about that stupid school contest, it was always about..."
He picked up Alvin in his hand and brought him up to eye level.
"Making Alvin a star."
"Oh," Alvin said awkwardly.
"That's what you wanted, right?"
Ian pulled a chipmunk-sized red jumpsuit with a yellow capital 'A' on the front. It left Alvin speechless just looking at it.
"Well, uh, yeah."
"Well tonight's your big chance," Ian smiled, "It's all about you, Alvin."
"But, what about Simon and Theodore?," Alvin asked.
"Yeah, well, they can sing backup. I got them some stuff too."
He threw two more jumpsuits on the table in front of Simon and Theodore. They were identical to Alvin's, except they were silver and had no letters on them.
"But...we're his brothers," Theodore frowned sadly.
Simon noticed this and pulled Theodore close to him.
"That's right. And the three of us sing together, or not at all."
Alvin smiled while Ian just shrugged.
"Ok fine, all I really need is the A-man."
Alvin looked at his brothers, and then back at Ian. He frowned and crossed his arms.
"Ian, I won't do it without them."
He jumped out of Ian's hand and wrapped his arms around his brothers. They all looked up at Ian with stern expressions.
"Ok, fine fine, let's, uh, move on to Plan B. Um, ok!," Ian clapped his hands and smiled, "Who likes barbecue?"
"Uh...," Theodore glanced at Alvin, who just shrugged.
"Barbecue?," Simon thought out loud.
Before any of them could react, Ian grabbed them all by the tail and they were all hanging upside-down as Ian continued.
"Because I know this awesome little barbecue restaurant in the Valley that makes the best roasted chipmunk."
Ian took a large sniff and sighed.
"Real tasty. Unless, of course, you wanna sing?"
The boys all looked at each other. What other choice did they have?