Meg Griffin rolled out of bed, just barely able to greet the new day, let alone enjoy it. It wasn't easy being the family punching bag.
As she slouched down to breakfast, she was greeted by her nonsensical family. She decided to throw some eggs and toast into a frying pan, then groaned as they cooked.
"Hey, Meg, Meg, pull my finger!" said Peter in a mischevious voice as she waited for her breakfast.
"Really, Dad?" groaned Meg. "Okay, fine, I'll pull your finger," she said.
She slowly lifted her arm to pull on her father's little pinky finger. It was the least she could do for him after everything he put her through.
Then suddenly, he let out the biggest, wettest fart in the world.
"Oh my god, Dad, you farted! That is so nasty!" exclaimed Meg.
Peter didn't even pay attention to her, let alone respond. He was feeling too proud of himself.
Why does this always happen to me? thought Meg. She had no one to confide in. Her family didn't listen to her. She didn't have a lot of friends in school. And she was lucky if a relationship with a guy lasted more than two weeks.
She sulkily slumped onto the school bus, not expecting anything interesting to happen, let alone a bunch of singing chipmunks coming into her life to help her. She merely decided to listen to Maroon 5 on her Ipod and pout.
"I'm too moody to listen to anything good," she sulked to herself, but before she knew it, she was there.
She could barely get off the bus; she was just so annoyed and angry at everything in her own life, slumping her bookbag by her side. Why even bother expecting something good to happen?
Meanwhile, Alvin and his friends were having a different type of day. To being with, they started off by jumping up on Dave's bed to wake him up.
"Wake up, Dave! Wakeupwakeupwakeup!" they said, jumping up and down so fast on the bed you'd swear they'd had more of Ian's coffee from when they were rock stars.
"Oh, please guys, just five more minutes," said Dave. It wasn't easy raising three boys, let alone three chipmunk boys, but he managed to take care of them well. So, he caved him and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for them.
"So, what are you guys interested in?" he asked. "We have cereal, flapjacks, oatmeal, pancakes, sausages, waffles..."
"Oh, just eggs and toast will do," said Simon. "Isn't that right, guys?" he said, urging his brothers to agree with him. After the great sugar rush the previous week where they almost ripped up the whole house, he wanted the boys to learn to eat healthy.
"Yeah, sure, Dave," said Alvin in an ambivalent tone of voice, as if he was trying to agree with his brother. He didn't want to argue with Simon this early in the morning. Deep down, he did love his brother, all things considered.
"Okay, guys, breakfast is coming up in about five minutes!" said Dave. He cracked open the eggs and fried the toast along with it. He figured that, after the boys were finished with getting ready, they would be their teachers' problem, and nothing too bad would happen to them.
"So, how's school going?" he asked the boys.
"Pretty well," said Alvin. "I'm getting pretty good grades. My teachers say if my social life wasn't so busy, I'd be getting straight A's and B's."
"Likewise, I'm doing good as well," said Simon. "I'm getting straight A's in school."
"Nice, Simon," said Dave.
"Yeah, I'm also doing well in school," said Theodore. "And sometimes, I sneak off to get food in the cafeteria without anyone noticing."
"Okay, but no mooching," said Dave. "They'll find out eventually."
"Okay, Dave," said Theodore.
"And speaking of food, looks like breakfast is ready!" exclaimed Dave. Suddenly, the food flew out of the frying pan and into the fireside down below.
"Oh, drat, Dave!" exclaimed Alvin.
"You know, Dave, that's a rather dumb place to put a fireplace," said Simon.
"I know, Simon," said Dave. "But I didn't put it there."
"Whatever, Dave," said Alvin.
Instead of listening to him, Dave decided to get new eggs and toast out of the refrigerator to get a new breakfast.
"One day, you'll be grateful for what me, your own father, is doing for you," he lectured to them. "Be grateful I'm not like Ian Hawke."
"You know, hawks are natural enemies of chipmunks," said Simon. "Like us!"
"True," agreed Alvin.
Eventually, the school bus came to pick the boys up. Not wanting them to be late, Dave got their backpacks for them and rushed them out the door.
"Bye, guys! Have fun!" said Dave.
"Bye, Dave!" said Alvin, Simon, and Theodore as they skittled off to the bus. Little did they know they would change the life of one moody teenage girl forever.
"Now class, I'm not sure if you remember me telling you, but we have a very special field trip today!" declared their teacher, when they went inside the classroom.
Everyone cheered, except for Alvin, who just looked flabbergasted at what was happening.
"Field trip?!" he said. "I never heard anything about a field trip!"
"Yeah, that's because you were sick with the stomach flu the day she announced it," snapped Simon. "You just had to eat that peanut butter popcorn."
"And you're complaining?" added Theodore.
"Well, not really," said Alvin. "But why are we going to Turtle Back Zoo? Aren't there going to be some nasty-"
"Look, a field trip is a field trip," said Simon. "You should be pretty happy you don't have to study today."
"I guess," said Alvin.
"And as for the permission slip, don't worry about that," said Simon, pulling out three slips of paper. "I got Dave to sign for all three of us."
"Well, okay then," said Alvin. "I don't expect anything to happen this time."
Little did he know what would happen then and there at the Turtle Back Zoo.
Meanwhile, in Meg's class, her teacher decided to do something out-of-the-blue, as he had not planned a lesson at that point.
"Guess what, guys?" he said. "We're going to Turtle Back Zoo!"
"What?" asked Meg, baffled as hell. She remembered going there as a kid, and now her teacher was taking her there!
"Look, I want to go there, and I don't have a lesson, so that's what we're doing," he said.
"Oh well," said Meg. It was the least he could do for her class.