"I'm pretty sure we're going the wrong way," Alvin said. They had landed on the island, and were looking for Peter's hideout so they could stay the night and plan out their battle.

"Hey, who's the leader here?" Peter asked. When Alvin crossed his arms and looked away, he added a, "Yeah, I thought so."

Jeanette giggled and turned to Simon. "Isn't he funny?"

"Yeah, hilarious," Simon said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes.

"I-I'm scared. What if there's a pirate, or a bug, or something like that?" Theodore said, his voice shaking. "Something might be lurking in the shadow-"

Suddenly, someone grabbed Theodore and pulled him into the bushes when the others weren't looking.

"Okay. I think we go this way," Alvin said, pointing right. Peter shook his head and pointed left. Suddenly they began fighting.

"Oh dear!" said Jeanette. "I think we should go with Peter's decision." She looked at Peter and smiled. Simon crossed his arms and turned away.

Peter winked at Jeanette, and she sighed dreamily. "Don't worry everyone, we're almost there."

What does Jeanette see in that flying freak? Simon thought.

"Fine, you guys can choose the wrong way, but I'm going the right way," Alvin said, and he stomped off in the opposite direction. Eleanor sighed.

"You guys keep going. I'll catch up," she said, and ran after Alvin. "Alvin! We have to go back."

Alvin turned to her. "We're going the right way, I'm sure of it."

Eleanor shook her head. "You've never even been here before," she protested. "How do you know you're going the right way?"

Alvin humphed and kept walking forward. "I know we're going the right way because I know we're going the right way, okay!? Get out of my business, fatty!"

Eleanor looked at him, hurt. She stared at the ground and sniffled. Alvin suddenly felt guilty about what he said. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean that…"

Eleanor took a deep breath and said, "I know, it's fine. You just weren't thinking."

Alvin's guilt faded. He turned away from her with an angry expression.

Eleanor sighed. She knew Alvin was taking this way too seriously, but she couldn't help but feel an understanding about his attitude. Maybe he was just confused; maybe he was just taking out his feelings on other people. She placed a hand over his shoulder, and he looked at her with wide eyes, blushing a little.

"So… isn't it a lovely day?" she said, trying to make small talk. He hesitated, seeming a little nervous.

It's only Eleanor, right? he thought.

"Well, I guess it is," he said. "It sure is nice here, isn't it?"

Eleanor giggled a little. "Yeah, it's very nice."

For a few minutes they looked up at the stars. Alvin couldn't help but notice how pretty Eleanor's eyes looked in the moonlight, but he would never say that out loud.

Suddenly, Eleanor gasped.

"Well, what do you know?" she said, pointing ahead. "It's the hideout."

There was the giant hollow tree with vines growing around it, a few doors made of bark placed here and there.

"Alvin, you were right!" Eleanor cried. She couldn't help but hug him, and Alvin smiled nervously.

"I wonder how the others are…" Eleanor mused.

Meanwhile…

"Peter, we've been walking for hours. My legs are sore," Simon moaned.

"Hey, at least we're not stuck with Alvin, right?" Peter said. Simon thought for a minute.

"I know Peter took the right way. He's always right," Jeanette said, clinging on Peter's arm. Simon twitched a little.

Peter smiled proudly and said, "Okay, I think we're close. Just a few more steps and-"

Suddenly the ground underneath their feet slipped away, and they were falling through a huge tunnel. They shrieked and struggled to gain control, but were unsuccessful.

In the end, they plopped onto the ground of the inside of the hideout.

"See what I told you Simon? I knew Peter would find the way," Jeanette said. She fluttered her eyelashes at Peter.

"What took you guys so long?" said Alvin. He helped them to their feet, and smiled slyly at Peter.

Eleanor giggled, but suddenly her expression turned serious. "Wait, where's Theodore?"

They all looked around frantically, calling out the little chipmunk's name.

"It's too late now," said Peter. "He's probably been kidnapped by an Indian."

The chipmunks and chipettes gasped. "Indians?" they all cried at once.

Peter nodded sadly. "I'm afraid there's no turning back though. We must plan out our battle."

Alvin looked at Eleanor, who had a horrified look on her face. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. I wonder if Eleanor would act that way if I had been kidnapped, he thought. He pushed it away from his mind.

Eleanor wiped away her tears, revealing a look of sheer determination. "We are going to win this battle. For Theodore- and Brittany!"