Dale yawned as he woke up and stretched his arms out. Then he got out of his bed, but he didn't get out by choice. It was more that he was pushed out by the bed itself, but there wasn't anyone or anything in it with him. As he looked back at it, he saw it went back into its slot into the wall.

"Sorry about that, Dale," said his new friend Cy-Had, short for Cyber-Haddock. Due to her being half haddock and half cyborg, she could breathe out of water easily and also fly around with her metal fins. She flew near to Dale. "I should have told you that your bed will kick you out quickly every time you wake up. Once you open your eyes, stretch your arms and yawn, it will think you are ready to get up, whether you are ready or not."

"What if you need to get out of bed to go the bathroom at two o'clock in the morning?" Dale asked. From what Cy-Had told her, he was glad he never even dreamed of trying it.

"Then my suggestion is you either hold it in or you can try sleeping in the bathroom," Cy-Had said. "You seemed to really like the bath."

"That's because it's so cool!" Dale cried happily. "I especially love the bubbles."

"I know, but remember it's a bath, not a jacuzzi. And I don't have time to clean up your mess."

"Have you made an invention that could clean up people's messes?"

That got Cy-Had thinking. "Hmm, that's a thought. That could be my next invention."

"Was my bed your invention?" Dale asked.

"Yes. And mine and Chip's."

"Why did you invent it to be this way? My bed been doing it for the last two mornings."

"Because, during this business, you have to be so alert, productive, and not waste a single microsecond, Dale," Cy-Had replied. "You must get up as early as you can. Those beds are still test models. I haven't had time to perfect them yet, so sorry about that. But apart from that, have you been sleeping well?"

Dale could think nothing else to complain about, so he just said," That aside, I've been sleeping very well."

Then both Dale and Cy-Had heard some screaming. It was coming from the bathroom.

"Stay here, Dale," Cy-Had said. Then she opened the bathroom door, zoomed into the room and quickly closed it.

The excitement was thrilling Dale a lot. "You don't know what you're missing out, Chipper." Then he realized that his best friend Chip wasn't with him. "Chipper? Chip?"

Then Dale finally found his friend when Chip and Cy-Had coming out of the bathroom. He couldn't help laughing when he saw Chip covered in bubbles and toothpaste. "I didn't know you were celebrating Christmas already, Chipper."

Chip looked annoyed and marched to him. "You want to celebrate Christmas early? I'll help you celebrate –"

Cy-Had got in-between the chipmunks. "You'll do nothing of the kind, Chip," she warned sternly. "Not in my hideout. Understand?"

Chip calmed down. "Okay, I'm calm. And, Cy-Had, I'm sorry I causing that mess. I'm trying to understand your system and –"

"I know, Chip, and, considering that you and Dale have been here for three days, you are both doing very well."

"Thanks, Cy-Had," the chipmunks said together.

"You're welcome. Now, come on, both of you. We'll all feel better after having some breakfast."

Cy-Had was right. All three of them felt better after having breakfast. The chipmunks felt better for having pancakes full of chestnuts while Cy-Had had some wheat biscuits with milk and buttered toast.

She noticed that the chipmunks were looking at her. "You want some wheat biscuits and toast?"

"No, it's not that," Dale said. "It's just – Um – Uh –"

"It's just that we're surprised to see you eat land food instead food from the sea," Chip said.

"Because I'm a fish?"

"Well, I've never seen a fish eat land food before, that's all."

"I've seen a fish that ate land food before," Dale said.

"You're not talking about the time when that blobfish –" Chip didn't finished what he said because of an alarming sound and red light flashing.

"What does that mean, Cy-Had?" Dale asked.

"That means someone or something needs my help urgently." Then Cy-Had flew to her computer screen and typed on the keyboard under it. The chipmunks followed and they were shocked when they saw who was in danger on the screen.

"Monty?" Chip cried. "Zipper?"

"Gadget?" Dale asked. He got hit on the head by Chip.

"Take a good long look at that screen, Dale," Chip said. "Do you see Gadget on there?"

Dale looked at the photo ahead and saw on it only their old friends Monterey Jack and Zipper all tied and gagged up on some sort of fast vehicle in an Australian desert. There was no Gadget Hackwrench.

"No," he finally said.

"That's because she's not there, you idiot!" Chip snapped.

"Both of you, cut that out right now and get ready for rescue!" Cy-Had ordered.

"Rescue?" Chip asked.

"You're the rescue rangers, aren't you?"

"Were," Chip said. "We were. A long time ago."

"Well, whether you guys are or not, you're going to help me one way or the other. Now, follow me."

The curious chipmunks followed their flying metal fish friend to some metal doors. She pressed a button on the keypad on the wall and they opened like hanger doors. In there was nothing except a giant machine on a helipad.

"Is it a plane?" Dale asked.

"No, it can't be a plane," Chip said. "It's a rocket."

"You're both right," Cy-Had said. "It's a rocket plane."

"Have you given it a name?" Dale asked.

"Yes, it does. I call it the Speedy Cloud."

"The Speedy Cloud?" Chip said.

"Awesome name!" Dale cried. "Why is it called that?"

"You'll see soon. Now, all aboard!" Then she got out a black device with a few colourful buttons and pressed the orange button. The Speedy Cloud's ramp lowered down and they all boarded with the ramp closing up behind them.

"Wow! This is cool!" Dale cried.

He was in awe as he and Chip saw the roles of seats and the safety harness, the type that was usually used for roller coasters, above them as they followed Cy-Had. With the small circular windows on the walls, it looked like the inside of an aeroplane.

"I'm really happy that you're impressed with how the inside looks, Dale," the flying metal fish cried. "Wait till we blast off. Now, take your seats." Then she flew to the cockpit and a metal door closed behind her.

The chipmunks sat down on the seats and the safety harnesses above them came down and secured them. Then they felt the vehicle go from horizontal and go up to vertical.

"What's that noise?" Chip asked.

"Sounds like a hatch opening for take-off," Dale said.

"Countdown," Cy-Had said. "Five… Four… Three… Two… One…"

"Blast off!" Dale cried.

Then the chipmunks screamed as the Speedy Cloud rumbled and blasted off.