Soon enough, Meg awakened the next day to hear her father on the phone.

"Yes, who am I speaking to? The exterminator?" he said. "Yes, my name is Peter Griffin. I requested an exterminator to take care of some singing chipmunks- what? No, I am NOT on drugs, no, I'm not mentally ill, not that there's anything wrong with that, I know with all the talk nowadays, but still! And I certainly don't have an anger management problem!"

Meg was somewhat apprehensive, but still wanted to listen in. Surely, this guy couldn't be serious about her chipmunk friends, could he?

"Look, Dude," he continued. "I pay you $500 to take care of these guys. You can take it or leave it-what? Yes, I can get the money, no I'm not broke, don't let my blue collar Homer Simpson style fool you."

Bored of listening to her father go along yet another one of his crazy spiels, Meg decided to leave the room to get dressed for the day, thinking about what her father was saying. But as she was putting on her jeans, she curiously decided to walk downstairs to hear her father.

"And another thing!" said Peter. "Their names are Alvin, Simon, and Theodore!"

Cue Peter slamming the phone in anger. Or intense satisfaction, for Meg it was difficult to tell.

Meg's heart leapt into her stomach. He couldn't possibly be trying to get rid of them, could he? In any case, it certainly didn't sound as though the exterminator took him seriously, but for her, that was wishful thinking.

But now was certainly no time to think, let alone confront her father. She immediately climbed onto the bus with her pets. Sure enough, Clarisse was there.

"Hey, Meg," she said. "You can sit with us."

Apprehensively, Meg decided to sit with her.

"Hey, Clarisse?" she asked.

"Yeah?" said Clarisse.

"Has your dad ever tried to send any of your pets to the exterminator?"

"Um...that is a REALLY weird question," she said. "Why do you ask?"

"I have a really bad feeling..." she said.

"About who?" she asked. "Don't worry, I know."

"Okay, I'll admit it," said Meg, walking up to the front of the bus. "Dad is sending Alvin and his brothers to the exterminator!"

Cue everyone on the bus looking in pure shock at Meg's comment. Including Chris, who was sitting in the back.

"Come on, Meg, Dad would never do something like that!" said Chris.

"Oh, we all know you'd never make eye contact for anything but something like this," said Meg. "Come on. Your crotch can't be that interesting!"

At that point, everyone on the bus was silent.

"Oh come on," said Meg. "Don't you remember when Alvin made a fool of himself?"

Soon enough, the bus driver asked Meg to go back to her seat.

"Seriously, you're lucky we didn't get into an accident here. And yes, I am fully aware of the irony of calling someone like you "lucky," he told her. "In any case, we're finally at the school."

As Meg and Clarisse walked into James Woods High School, they decided to have a private chat.

"So, Meg," said Clarisse. "That thing with the exterminator sounds pretty upsetting."

"Tell me about it," said Meg.

"Perhaps we could sing a song about it?" said Alvin. "One, Two-"

"Seriously, Alvin, not now!" snapped Meg. "It's just that, Clarisse, when anything good comes into my life, my stupid family ruins it!"

"That sucks. Don't worry, I have the perfect antidote for it!," said Clarisse, pulling out what appeared to be a magazine, but was so full of advertisements it was difficult to tell if it was a magazine or a catalogue.

"Please don't say a "makeover,"" said Meg.

"A "makeover!"" said Clarisse.

"Yeesh," said Meg. "Is that the best you could do?"

"What?" said Clarisse. "It works all the time!"

"You, Clarisse, clearly watch too many chick flicks!" said Meg. "Also, a makeover won't save these guys from an exterminator."

"No, but soon enough, you'll feel good as new!" exclaimed Clarisse. "Don't you want that?"

Meg gave her an "are-you-kidding-me" look.

"Look, we can go to the boutique after school, and if you don't like it, you don't have to do it, like, anymore."

Before she knew it, the bell rang for class. Hesitatingly, she decided to check her bag to make sure she had everything. As she looked, she realized she had her books, makeup, gym clothes..But alas! Alvin and his brothers were already gone.

A bunch of angry thoughts rushed through Meg's head. Had they run off? Or were they back at home? Had her father captured them already? Or worse, the exterminator?

But now there was certainly no time to think, let alone go looking for them. So she immediately left for Mr. Kingman's class.