A/N: Here's another chapter people. I'm glad I 'know' some people like it. It's just the same three people over again. Are you people afraid to review?! It's not that scary. Just let me know you're reading it or something!

Disclaimer: Me own the chipmunks I think not.

Chapter 5

Like they promised, the police were there in ten minutes. There were two policemen, a tall black woman and a short white man.

"Well, Mr. Seville, what exactly happened?" Asked Pablo, the short white man.

"I remember that Andrew –" Dave started.

"Who's Andrew? I have a boyfriend named Andrew. Was it him?" Renee, the tall black woman, said quickly.

"I don't know." Dave admitted. "Who is your boyfriend?"

"A five-year-old." Renee replied.

"Okay…" Dave shifted his eyes. "Um… well, this man we met a few days ago came to our house and knocked me out."

"Did it hurt?" Pablo inquired.

"No, it felt like he hit me with a feather!" Dave said sarcastically. "Duh it hurt."

"Well how was I supposed to know it hurt?" Pablo asked very hurt. "I wasn't the one he knocked out."

"Well, it knocked me out so it must've hurt!" Dave said impatiently. "Anyway, when I woke up, my son was gone and –"

"What was your son's name?" Renee questioned.

"WILL YOU WAIT A MINUTE?!" Dave screeched. "By the way, his name is Theodore, so write that down. He also left this note." Dave handed Renee the note.

"I don't like the word also." Pablo looked up at Dave since he was several inches shorter.

"What's your point?" Dave asked angrily.

"You said it." Pablo growled.

"And?"

"I hate it." Pablo's eyes were red in anger. "You say it one more time and I'll punch you."

"You know, you're not a very nice policeman." Alvin said. "Policemen don't threaten to punch people when they say a word they don't like."

"No, it's okay Alvin, this shorty doesn't intimidate me." Dave glared down at Pablo.

"Well!!" Pablo shouted angrily.

"GUY'S STOP IT!" Renee said. "Mr. Seville, can you please give us a description of Andrew, please? Tell us everything you know."

"He's seven feet tall –"

"WOW THAT'S TALL!" Pablo said.

"To you tall is an ant." Alvin insulted him.

"I was very insulted!" Pablo screeched.

"Do I care?" Alvin asked. He rolled his eyes.

"AS I WAS SAYING, he's seven feet tall, approximately, he has blond hair, a goatee, and he is pretty strong." Dave described. "Oh, and he's a guy."

"We needed his gender. I wasn't sure if it was M/F so since he's a guy I guess it's F." Pablo added.

"It's M. M stands for male, which means man." Dave corrected him. He rolled his eyes at Pablo, possibly the most annoying policeman Dave ever heard of.

"Is that all you know?" Renee inquired.

"I'm pretty sure that it was three in the morning when he came over." Dave replied.

"Okay, that's perfect. We'll try to find your son. Let's hope he's okay." Renee assured him.

"Yeah, we'll keep our fingers crossed." Pablo said sarcastically.

Dave rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm glad they're gone." He said when they left. "I hope they find him." He started to cry a little bit.

"It's okay, Dave. They'll find him." Simon said, giving Dave a big bear hug.

"I'm sure they'll figure out where he is." Alvin said, joining the hug.

"I hope they'll find him soon." Dave said.

Alvin and Simon agreed.

"I want you to clean my room, clean up the kitchen, and wash all of my dogs while I go buy groceries. Whatever you do, don't go upstairs. If I find you went upstairs, you're dead." Andrew spat at Theodore, marching out to the door. "I want it to be all done by the time I get back. Any questions?"

"Why can't I go upstairs?" Theodore was shivering and was close to wetting his pants.

"Because I said so!" Andrew barked. "I'll be back in two hours at the least. When you're done with all that… I'll probably be back by then so… just hurry it up!"

Andrew stormed out of the house, but as soon as he was outside he looked as if he didn't have a care in the world. He got out to his rusty red pickup truck. He sped off, leaving Theodore alone.

Theodore didn't bother running back home, because obviously, Andrew knew where he lived. If he didn't then poor little Teddy wouldn't be in this mess.

Theodore had to clean up Andrew's messy room. It was the messiest room he'd ever seen.

"Does he clean up anything?" Theodore asked himself when he saw a large pile of newspapers in the middle of Andrew's room, in front of his bed.

He threw out all of the newspapers, then took care of all Andrew's dirty clothes, and there was lots of them.

In half an hour, he finally got the messiest room he'd ever seen in his entire life cleaned. Next, he had to clean the gross kitchen.

Empty cereal boxes, spoiled milk, dirty dishes, dirt covered everything; he didn't know where to start. He decided to throw out all the empty cereal boxes first, and then work on cleaning the dishes.

There were fifteen boxes of cereal in the whole kitchen. He counted them as he threw them away. When he cleaned the dishes, he wondered if Andrew sprinkled dirt all over them, for they were covered in black dirt and some in mud.

Andrew had three dogs: Newspaper Getter, TV Watcher, and Door Closer. Andrew had told Theodore all about each dog. He told him their names, and one thing.

They all bit. HARD.

Theodore washed TV Watcher first, then Door Closer, who closed every single door he saw open, and then finally Newspaper Getter. They didn't bite when he washed them, but he was still very careful.

Seeing as there was nothing else to do, and the curiosity was killing him, he decided to go upstairs. He had to be extra careful not to leave any traces so Andrew wouldn't suspect that he went there, unless he wanted to die, like Andrew had threatened.

He climbed up the stairs, but he couldn't find anything someone would want to hide when he first got up to the second level. So he went downstairs, but unbeknownst to him, he left a footprint from his shoe in the middle of the room.

He watched TV for a couple of hours, but there was nothing on so he just watched the most interesting show.

"How interesting, Dora the Explorer." He said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

Soon Andrew came home, and saw that the whole house was clean, or at least the rooms he wanted Theodore to clean.

"I see you did what I wanted you to do. Did you go upstairs?" Andrew asked angrily.

"Kind of…" Theodore replied, but instantly regretted it. He mentally kicked himself for telling him. But then again, he hated lying.

He waited nervously as he wondered what Andrew would do to him.

A/N: Ooh, another cliffhanger! Wha'ts gonna happen, you ask? Well, as soon as you review, you'll know! So, hurry and review or I'll send Andrew after you AND get Pablo to go annoy the heck out of you!!