A/N: I'm VERY glad people are enjoying this. Thank you everyone who reviewed! I have been trying to keep this story both humorous and scary.

Let's not forget this disclaimer which I don't think we even NEED because it's FANfiction, not WRITERfiction, know what I mean? I don't own Alvin and the Chipmunks. If I did, I'd be really famous and rich, and maybe this story would happen!

Chapter 4

Dave looked around. "Where am I?" He asked aloud.

"You're in Magical Pony Land!" Said a green unicorn. "Thank you for visiting and enjoy your stay."

Dave jumped up. "HELP!" He ran away from the magical pony. "I hate magical ponies! They freak me out!" Dave hid behind a green bush. "Oh, I hope they don't eat me!"

"Who? The magical ponies?" The bush asked.

"HELP ME!" Dave ran around in circles screaming.

"GET HIM!" The green unicorn screeched in a demonic voice. Suddenly horde after horde of magical ponies dashed at Dave.

"AAHHHHH!" Dave screamed.

Dave woke up and noticed that he wasn't in his bed. He was in front of the kitchen door. He looked around the room, and noticed there was a note on the refrigerator.

It read:

"Dear Dave Seville,

It is I, Andrew. I am not going to give out my last name for obvious reasons. If you're worried about your 'son', you should be.

Take care,

Andrew."

Dave screamed at the top of his lungs, waking up Alvin and Simon instantly.

From upstairs, Alvin looked in Simon's direction. "Did you hear that, Simon?"

"I wonder if China did!" Simon said. "Come on, let's go see what is making Dave so upset."

They raced down the stairs in their pajamas, and saw Dave crying in the corner of the kitchen. They cautiously walked over to him, not knowing what Dave's reaction would be.

"Dave," Alvin began, "what's wrong?"

"Andrew!" Dave sniffled. "H-He did something MEAN!"

Simon glared at Alvin. "I knew something was going to happen. Why did you have to tell Andrew everything?! You could've easily just told him a few things about us, not a life story! Now Andrew is probably going to kill us!"

Alvin felt ashamed and angry of himself. "Look, how was I supposed to know this was going to happen?" Alvin asked.

"You didn't have to know! Anyone in the right mind would've known not to tell someone they've never met their house, their phone number, their anything. Now something bad happened and it's all your fault." Simon was now seething with anger.

"Simon, Alvin didn't know." Dave said calmly. "Let's just call the police and we'll get this straightened out."

"You're right." Alvin agreed. "Guys, I'm so sorry for whatever happened. What happened anyway?"

"I don't know." Dave admitted. "But I can't find Theodore anywhere and well… Andrew came last night and hit me over the head."

"Do you think he got Theodore?!" Simon shouted.

"No, Theodore disappeared in thin air." Alvin said sarcastically. "What else could've happened?"

"That was hurtful." Simon said sadly.

Dave raced to the telephone and dialed the police. He told them about their situation and the police told them they'd be there in ten minutes.

When Theodore woke up, he looked at his surroundings. He assumed that he was in a house… a very dirty house.

In his mind he thought about how nice Andrew had seemed, but when he thought back to last night, he saw the real Andrew. The big fat meany.

He started to cry, but then he heard something from what looked like the kitchen. In the kitchen there were cereal boxes everywhere, dirty dishes in the sink, and everything looked as if it were covered in dirt.

Andrew walked into the living room, where Theodore was, and acted as if he was alone. He was watching football, and seemed pretty cheerful.

Every so often Andrew would get up and look around. Whenever he looked in Theodore's direction, Theodore would pretend to be asleep. Once Andrew walked towards him and Theodore couldn't help but shake violently as Andrew picked him up.

"Are you awake yet?" Andrew hissed.

Theodore opened his eyes and nodded slightly.

"Finally. I've been waiting all day for you to wake up." Andrew shouted.

"What do you want from me?" Theodore asked, proud that his voice didn't shake and that he seemed pretty brave about the whole situation.

"Oh, nothing much." Andrew said. "You're just going to be my slave, cook for me, and anything I want. It shouldn't be too hard to get what I want from you."

Theodore thought that it didn't seem so bad. Just as long as Andrew didn't hurt him, he thought he would be fine.

"But if something, anything's not right, you're a dead chipmunk. Do you understand me?" Andrew asked.

Theodore nodded. A tear ran down his face, which Andrew smiled and seemed to enjoy.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! PLEASE REVIEW. NOW. I MEAN IT. I'll get Andrew after you!