"Alvin" trembled Theodore "maybe we should call Dave." "And lose our chance to stop Chase?" retorted Alvin "forget it. This could possibly be our only chance, and we're taking it." Simon only rolled his eyes, already thinking of all the possible terrible outcomes to Alvin's narrow minded pursuit. So far, the Chipmunks and Chipettes have been wandering the streets of lower Los Angeles, looking for anyplace that might look like a house. So far, all they saw were businesses and apartments, not a lot of real houses. "Alvin" groaned Simon "let's just go home. We've been walking for hours, and we don't even know if Chase really lives anywhere near here."
Just as Simon finished this statement, out walks Chase. In his right hand is a large bag of garbage, and in his left hand is what looks like a ladle. As the garbage was tossed into the nearby dumpster, shouting came from within the building. Chase tromped back into the building, grumbling under his breath. Alvin merely smirked. "Not sure he lives here" he shot back, only to receive a "can it" look from Simon. Stealthily, the six made their way to the window, hoping to finish this hunt. What they saw disgusted them.
The interior of the room was absolutely dark, and filthy. Empty cans of beer were piled around a dingy looking couch, along with all the other filthy furniture. The glow from a T.V. was the only illumination in the room, and nothing seemed to be in a healthy shape. Especially the large man sleeping on the couch. He was large, has a very large stomach, messy hair falling to his shoulders, an unkempt beard and mustache, and a cold appearance. Of course, it wasn't just his appearance in general that seemed intimidating, it was the stuff on his knuckles. Upon closer examination, it was seen to be, blood. The Chipmunks and Chipettes gasped, seeing something like that. "Si, I'm not feeling so good" said Alvin. "I know, I'm scared to" replied Simon." "I didn't say 'scared'" Alvin corrected harshly "I said I don't feel good. Must have been those chili dogs I had for lunch." "Yeah, right" shot Brittany. Before Alvin and Brittany started another argument, Eleanor began to climb a nearby tree. "What are you" started Jeanette, only to be shushed by Eleanor. At that moment, they heard what sounded like someone, crying. The sound came from a room on the second floor, and Eleanor went to investigate. The rest of the chipmunks and chipettes followed suit. First up, after Eleanor, was Jeanette, having a little difficulty with getting caught on branches. Following her was Simon, then Theodore. "Well, ladies first" said Alvin, bowing in a gentleman fashion. At this point, Brittany began to fume in anger. At first, Alvin wasn't sure why she seemed so mad, until he noticed her attire. "In case you didn't notice, Alvin" started Brittany, winging the edge hem of her denim skirt "I happen to be wearing a skirt!" Before he knew it, Alvin had his face in the dirt, and a stinging palm mark on his cheek. "Pig" was all Brittany muttered as Alvin recovered and started to climb.
At last, all six of the chipmunks reached the top. Shimmying farther out on a branch, they reached the location of the crying sound. The sound came from a nearby room, Chase's room. He was laying on his bed, his face facing away from the window of his room. Although they couldn't see it, they knew that Chase was hurt. Without even thinking, Theodore opened Chase's window and actually slipped into his room. "Theodore, get back here" hissed Alvin. "You're gonna get yourself killed" whispered Brittany. But Theodore didn't hear them, and made his way to Chase. "He's crazy" whispered Alvin. "That, or suicidal" added Simon. "No he's not, I trust him" said Eleanor, gazing admirably at Theodore.
Theodore reached Chase, looking at him in such a sad state. Slowly, he tapped his shoulder. Chase turned, revealing his beaten and bruised face, the bleeding nose and missing teeth. Chase just glared. "What do you want" he asked. "Are you okay" asked Theodore. Chase glared at Theodore, his eyes burning with anger. Theodore didn't back down though, he just stared right back. Slowly, Chase lowered his eyes, sadness replacing the anger there moments ago. "Do I look okay" he quipped. Theodore shook his head. "Well, it doesn't concern you anyway, just leave me alone" said Chase, turning his back again. Theodore sat on his bed, and sighed. "Did that man really hurt you" asked Theodore, softly. Chase sighed back. "That man's my dad." The chipmunks gasped! That large man downstairs was Chase's dad? Chase's dad really hurt him? "Why" asked Theodore. Before Chase could answer, heavy footsteps were heard heading for Chase's door. "Get out of here" hissed Chase, shoving Theodore out the window, and slamming it shut. With the sudden added weight, the branch snapped, sending all six of them toppling towards the ground. Alvin landed first, then the rest of the chipmunks piled on top of him as they fell.
"Poor Chase" said Theodore, looking up at Chase's room. "His dad's hurting him, we've got to do something." "But what" asked Jeanette, smushed between Chase and Simon, her cheeks as red as a tomato. "Well, I've got an idea" started Alvin, before shouting "GET OFF ME!" Soon, the Chipmunks and Chipettes were back on their feet, and were all looking at Chase's room. At that moment, they heard the sickening sound of flesh contacting. They knew what happened, and were scared. None of them dared to move, until they heard Chase's father heading their way. Uninterested in actually meeting him, they ran as fast as they could. As they ran, all they could think of was 'I've got to tell Dave/Ms. Miller'.