A/N: That's it! You asked for it! You'll all be sorry now! I seriously feel bad for those who reviewed. But I didn't get any new reviewers! I know I sound really mad about that, and you all must think I'm taking this all too seriously. You can tell me if I am in a review which none of you will make except for three!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Andrew, everyone else who you don't recognize as part of the show, and a sobbing best friend because of this chapter.

That shows how sad/bad/scary it is! Thank you to all who reviewed and I seriously feel terrible for you, because of some people who won't review.

Chapter 9

Andrew went out to a bar with his four cousins, Terry, Jerry, Kerry, and Harry. When Andrew was gone, he wanted Theodore to do all sorts of stuff to the house. Once again, he couldn't go upstairs. If he did he'd really regret it.

Andrew wanted Theodore to paint all the rooms in the house brown. He wanted Theodore to wash the dogs again.

"How many times does he want me to wash his dogs?" Theodore thought to himself.

The three dogs had to take a bath at the same time, since Andrew didn't want Theodore to ran the water more than once. Theodore thought it was stupid.

Then something hit him. How could he wash all the rooms in the house if he couldn't go upstairs? And why couldn't he go upstairs anyway? What was upstairs?

None of the dogs would listen to Theodore, no matter what he did. It took him an hour just to get them all in the tub.

"You dogs are really stubborn." He told them.

Door Closer jumped up out of the tub and closed the bathroom door, since Theodore left it open. It got poor little Teddy all wet.

"Now I'm soaked!" He shouted. "Oh well, better finish cleaning these beasts."

TV Watcher was the hardest to wash that day. He just huddled in the corner and whimpered, so Theodore had to get in the tub and wash him that way.

"You dogs are the worst dogs I've ever seen!" Theodore complained, scrubbing TV Watcher really hard.

The cops got a new policeman to help Dave out. His name was Obama.

"Obama Obama?" Dave asked.

"No, Barrack Obama." Said Barry Stevens. "He's running for president."

"Then shouldn't he be working on that instead of looking for a missing person?" Dave inquired.

"Wouldn't people want a president who found the missing Theodore Seville?" Barry Stevens added.

"I guess so." Dave agreed. "So, is he going to try to be my best friend?"

"No." Barry assured. "He's going to work, work, work. Okay, Obama, go look for this Theodore person."

"So…" Barrack Obama said. "I have campaign ads to make, so… it should take me a few weeks and… bye!"

"Oh come on!" Dave stomped his foot.

"Did Obama leave you?" Barry asked, since Dave was still at the police station.

"Yes!" Dave told him. "He has to work on signs and whatnot. He said it should take him a few weeks."

"Well, he lied. He just doesn't want to find Theodore. I asked him and he had a temper tantrum." Barry confessed.

"So… what am I going to do?" Dave asked.

"We can get just a different officer for you." Barry suggested.

"Why not. Gimmie a new policeman. One that's not running for president or wants me to be my friend." Dave said.

"His name is Zachary, and he is a professional." Zachary walked in. "Zachary wins every case. Perry Mason is his hero."

"But Perry Mason was a fictional lawyer." Dave replied. "Wasn't he?"

"It doesn't matter. Still, he wins every case." Barry pointed to a tall, strong brunette who looked about six feet and eleven inches. Zachary looked like a serious man.

"Well, I think we can use him. My son is also working on a Theodore Finder, and it should help." Dave nodded to Zachary. "So, thank you, Barry, and I'm sure Zack will do just fine for us."

Andrew had told Theodore that the brown paint was in the cupboard in the kitchen below the sink. After retrieving the paint, he started to paint the whole house, humming to himself.

The three dogs stared at him and the walls, and seemed to find it very entertaining.

He had to paint three rooms: the kitchen, living room, and Andrew's bedroom. There were other rooms upstairs, but Theodore didn't know if he could've gone up there, since Andrew had told him he'd regret it. Theodore had promised he wouldn't either, but Andrew told him he'd be dead if he did. So, he decided to leave the upstairs level alone.

The first room he painted was the kitchen, and at times he would get something to eat. He realized that he really missed Alvin, Simon, and Dave, but Andrew told him no matter what he did he'd never see them again. That really broke his heart, because he loved them a lot. Andrew knew that and just laughed in his face when Theodore told him that he loved them so much, and would do anything if Andrew would let him back home with them.

"I already told you, you're going to be my slave forever!" Andrew had told him. "You're never going back home, no matter what happens. Don't worry, being my slave won't be that bad." Andrew was lying, because he knew that being his slave was terrible.

But Theodore just looked at the bright side of things. He thought of the three dogs as his pets, because he did most of the caring for them. Andrew was gone half the time, and when Theodore was done with everything he had to do, he could do anything he wanted, unless Andrew told him otherwise. Like going upstairs.

Simon was nearly finished with the second Theodore Finder for Alvin. Once again he couldn't test it out, but if his didn't work then Alvin's wouldn't work either.

Simon promised Alvin that as soon as he had finished the Theodore Finders that they would set out to look for their long lost baby brother. They didn't know if he was dead or alive, but… they didn't want to think about it too much.

"Alvin!" He called, running up the stairs with the second Theodore Finder in his hands. "I've got a surprise for you!" He hid the Theodore Finder in his pocket, hoping that it'd surprise him. "Close your eyes and hold out your hands."

Alvin closed his eyes, holding out his hands, shaking with excitement. He loved getting surprised. But he did have a pretty good guess at what it might've been.

Simon stuck the Theodore Finder in Alvin's hands gently, then he grinned. "You can open your eyes now." Simon said.

Alvin opened his eyes and looked at his hands. "OH MY GOSH! Is this the Theodore Finder that you made for me?" Alvin asked, looking at it.

"What else would it be? A car?" Simon rolled his eyes.

"CAN WE LOOK FOR HIM NOW HUH HUH HUH?!" Alvin said, jumping up and down in anticipation and excitement.

"Not right this instant." Simon frowned. "We can start tomorrow, because it's late and we need to get a good night's sleep for this. Dave's already asleep, and it's midnight, so we have to go to sleep. I promised Dave that we wouldn't stay up too late."

Alvin pouted. "Oh well. We don't want to fall asleep, now do we?" He yawned. He walked into his room to get changed.

Simon agreed, and walked back to his room with Alvin.

Andrew came back from the bar in an angry mood. One of his friends had got him in trouble with the cops.

"STUPID TERRY! THAT FREAK! HE GOT ME IN TROUBLE!" Andrew screamed, storming into the house.

Theodore took that as a clue to run and hide. He hid in Andrew's bedroom closet, hoping that Andrew wouldn't find him there.

Andrew wasn't in a happy mood. When people are that angry, and it's Andrew we're talking about, how else would he relieve his anger? I don't mean those squishy thingies people squeeze sometimes.

Theodore tried to keep as quiet as a mouse, stuck in the closet.

"Where is that slave?" He asked, sounding much calmer, thinking that Theodore would think he wasn't mad anymore and go see him. Andrew thought he was stupid after all.

But Theodore knew better. He stayed quite in the closet, hoping that Andrew wouldn't suspect him to be in there.

Door Closer, the one dog that had actually had taken somewhat a liking to Theodore, decided to find out where he was so maybe they could play or something like Theodore had done earlier to pass the time.

Andrew smiled when he saw Door Closer try to sniff him out. "Where is he boy?" Andrew asked.

Door Closer unintentionally led Andrew to the bedroom closet. Door Closer was just a dog and didn't know. Door Closer stopped in front of the closet door and lay down, waiting for Theodore to come out.

Andrew grinned as he started to open the closet door.

Alvin was so excited that he couldn't sleep that night. He tried as hard as he could, because Simon said the more sleep the better.

"Simon, are you asleep yet?" Alvin asked from his bed.

The only response he got were snores.

Alvin was very impatient and wanted to find his baby brother right then.

Then Alvin began to wonder what would happen if he hadn't gone for that stupid walk. He thought maybe Theodore would be in his bed, and Andrew wouldn't be able to do whatever he was doing to him at that moment.

He grew very restless and couldn't get to sleep, even if he counted sheep. He knew that he was the only one awake, but he couldn't do anything but wait.

He soon got tired of waiting. He wanted to wake Simon up right that minute, so he did.

"SIMON, GET UP!" Alvin shouted in Simon's ear.

"What, Alvin? It's four in the morning." Simon said, looking at his clock on the stand next to his bed.

"I want to look for him NOW!!" Alvin said like a toddler who wanted something really bad.

"What do you want me to do about? Go now? We have to wait." Simon rolled back onto his side.

"Every minute counts! Right at this minute, Andrew, or whatever meanie has him, could be beating him!" Alvin crossed his arms. "You wouldn't want that to happen to a sweet little kid like Theodore, now do you?"

"You have a point there, Alvin." Simon agreed. "I really don't know what to do."

"Maybe we can go, but leave a note on the fridge so Dave knows where we are!" Alvin shared his idea. He had been thinking it was great forever, but he didn't know if Simon would want to follow through with it.

"That's actually a nice idea, Alvin." Simon said. "Maybe we could try that."

"STOP!! PLEASE!" Theodore cried as Andrew kicked him in the stomach.

"Aww, how cute. You want me to stop, do you?" Andrew asked, throwing him against the wall.

Theodore felt blood flow from his mouth as Andrew hit him in the jaw. "Stop, please! I'm sorry! It's not my fault!" He cried.

"Did I say it was your fault?" Andrew asked, nose-to-nose with Theodore. "I didn't, did I?" He picked him up and held him upside down, then dropped him on the floor headfirst.

Andrew stepped on his stomach as hard as he could, and then he assumed Theodore was knocked out.

Andrew wasn't angry anymore.

A/N: That may be the darkest thing I've ever written. It might not have happened if someone new reviewed.

So, you decide. Maybe I'll get more reviewers this way! Should I let Theodore live or die? That sounds silly. I know.

I hope you non-believers (or should I say non-reviewers?) have learned your lesson! I really don't know what's not to believe though.

Review! NOW! I said review!

I've got an idea! (Lots of ideas from me!) If I don't get another reviewer, Pablo will come back! Somehow I think he will.