A/N: Thanks for all your reviews! I really appreciate it. This chapter will show Andrew's punishment and boy I think it's very funny! But it could be just me. Some of you might hate it so much. I lied in chapter 8. See if you know what I mean!

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Chapter 14

Andrew was so nervous. He hoped that the policemen didn't really mean that it was a fate worse than death. He began thinking of all the things that were worse than death while the four police talked among themselves.

First he thought of them giving them a death sentence then eating his body. That was worse than death because not only were they killing him, but also they were hurting him after he was dead.

But then he remembered that they said something about 'no one can stand that guy'. Maybe he had to spend time with the ugliest person alive. That would be easy, he just wouldn't have to look at that person! He had been around lots of ugly people in his lifetime, such as his father. Maybe they would make him spend time with his father! OH NOEZ!

He sure hoped it was something different. He would give anything if they would spare him of spending time with his father!

Wesley and Eugene were discussing what they would do while Ryan and Bob were talking about how diabolical Eugene's plan was. Soon Wesley and Eugene's discussion somehow mysteriously turned into a discussion about pencil shavings.

"I don't like the way they taste." Wesley said, grimacing at the thought of tasting pencil shavings.

"Me either!" Eugene agreed. "I'd rather eat mud."

"When are we going to follow through with that twisted plan of yours, Eugene?" Ryan inquired and grinned. "Sometime soon, right?"

"Sooner than you think!" Eugene told him and grinned. "A LOT sooner than you think."

"Well I think right now." Bob laughed.

"Oh… about that… yeah… it's not happening a lot sooner than now." Eugene said. "First I want to make sure the victim and his family get to watch!"

Andrew gulped. Not only were they giving him a fate worse than death, but also they were going to have the chipmunks and Dave watch him suffer a terrible fate! That would be humiliating.

Back at Andrew's house, the six were still hugging.

"Can we stop now? It's been an hour." Alvin asked. "Besides, Pedro, you smell bad."

"Alvin, that's not very nice." Dave warned him. "You could make Pedro cry."

"Do I care?" Alvin shrugged his shoulders.

"That very deeply offended me." Pedro sobbed and buried his face in Frank's shoulder. "Oh, Frank…" He wept.

"Great, now my shirt's all wet!" Frank glared at Alvin. "Now I'll have to clean my uniform."

Alvin laughed and stuck his tongue out.

"We can get you arrested for mocking a policemen!" Frank growled. "You will go to juvenile!"

Alvin immediately stopped.

"Well, we'll hug for five more minutes and then we'll stop." Pedro looked up. "Let's get to know each other more! I'll start. For starters I like to eat pumpkins."

"Such as pumpkin pie?" Simon inquired.

"NO! I like to eat pumpkins the way they are." Pedro shouted.

"So you just grab a pumpkin and eat it?" Theodore asked.

"DUH!" Pedro shook his head. "How hard is that to believe? I mean, my whole family eats pumpkins."

"Does that include Pablo?" Dave asked.

"Yeah." Pedro replied. "He likes pumpkins the best. Why, Grandpa Percy used to adore pumpkins."

"Do all the names in your family start with P?" Alvin rolled his eyes.

"Except for Pablo's mother, Redhead, yeah." Pedro nodded. "Pablo's mother was ugly."

"I wonder why your Uncle Peter married her." Frank wondered aloud.

"He didn't." Pedro admitted. "They never got married."

"That's a shame. Don't they love each other?" Frank questioned, looking at Pedro.

"No. They HATE each other. When they see each other they smash rocks." Pedro laughed at the image of his Aunt Redhead and Uncle Peter smashing rocks.

"Do they smash the rocks over each other's heads?" Dave asked, a little freaked out.

"No. They smash them with their feet and tell each other to go put tutus on." Pedro said with a smile.

"Your family is a little odd." Simon commented.

"I think your whole family is INSANE!" Alvin added.

"Sometimes I think that too." Pedro agreed. "Now it's your turn Frank! Tell us about yourself."

"I don't really feel like it." Frank yawned.

"Come on, I want to know about your sisters Angelina and Dinette!" Pedro whined, showing off his talent of puppy dog eyes.

"Fine! My big sister Angelina has complete heterochromia and my baby sister Dinette wears sandals with socks on. Happy?" Frank asked, rolling his eyes at Pedro.

"What's complete heterochromia?" Pedro inquired to no one in particular.

"Heterochromia (also known as a heterochromia iridis or heterochromia iridium) is an ocular condition in which one iris is a different color from the other iris (complete heterochromia), or where the part of one iris is a different color from the remainder (partial heterochromia or sectoral heterochromia). It is a result of the relative excess or lack of pigment within an iris or part of an iris, which may be inherited or acquired by disease or injury." Theodore said.

"He speaks like Wikipedia." Pedro commented. "I don't like people who speak like Wikipedia."

"Do you think we should leave now?" Dave asked. He was getting tired of waiting forever.

"Yeah." Pedro stood up along with everyone else. "Frank will drive us there in his squad car."

"Don't you have a squad car?" Alvin asked.

"I used to. I got it taken away from me for speeding." Pedro blushed.

Frank drove them to the police station and led them inside. There they met up with Wesley he went to get a drink of water.

"Hey, Wes!" Pedro waved to him. "Where's Andrew?"

Wesley rolled his eyes at the sight of Pedro. "He's in there, with Ryan, Bob, and Eugene." Wesley pointed to the room where Andrew and the others were waiting.

"Do I have to go in there?" Theodore asked nervously.

"If you're afraid of Eugene, I promise that he won't bite." Wesley smiled down to him.

That made Theodore even more scared than before.

"So Eugene's a WEREWOLF?!" He asked.

"No." Wesley laughed. "He's a human like you and me."

"Technically, he's not human, he's –" Pedro shoved Simon into the room before he could finish.

"Anyway, I'm not afraid of Eugene." Theodore glared up to Wesley.

"Really? Then who are you afraid of?" Wesley rubbed his chin, wondering who other than Eugene could scare somebody.

"It's Andrew I'm afraid of!" Theodore said. "What if he gets mad at me?"

"I promise you he won't get mad. He's a good guy." Wesley grinned.

"Oh, what a good boy he is, I wonder what got him into jail!" Frank stated sarcastically and pulled Theodore in the room.

"Ah, so there's the family!" Ryan smiled when he saw Dave and his sons. "But I thought there were three boys." Ryan rubbed his chin.

"Theodore's hiding behind Frank." Bob told him. "He doesn't want Andrew to see him."

"I told him he was a good guy!" Wesley shook his head. "But he doesn't listen to me."

"Wouldn't he of all people think he's a bad dude?" Eugene asked. "He was the one who was kidnapped after all."

"Don't most kidnapped kids die within an hour?" Bob questioned.

"Can everyone stop asking questions?" Alvin asked.

"Most kidnapped kids die within an hour; unless, of course, a big fat meany wants them as their slave." Ryan told them.

Eugene coughed and muttered, "Andrew!"

"You have a bad habit of whenever something comes to your mind, you cough and mutter his name/her name/whatever and cough again that needs to stop!" Wesley growled.

"At least you can't get mad at me because you're not his biggest fan!" Eugene laughed. He coughed and muttered, "That stupid fight about Alvin!"

"SEE?!" Wesley shouted.

"Can we just get to whatever we're going to do?" Ryan asked. "Eugene, when do you want to follow through with that twisted plan of yours?"

"Didn't you already say something like that in this chapter?" Bob asked.

"What are you talking about?" Ryan inquired, narrowing his eyes.

"Nothing." Bob blushed.

"Right now if you want." Eugene suggested.

The suspense was killing Andrew. He wanted to know what his punishment was, and how bad it was!

"YES RIGHT NOW WEEHEE!" Wesley shouted quickly and jumped and gave Dave a hug. "AREN'T YOU EXCITED?!" He asked him.

"I guess…" Dave muttered. "What exactly are we going to do?"

"You'll see exactly what we're going to do!" Eugene laughed. "Out into the hall!"

Eugene, Wesley, Ryan, Bob, Andrew, Frank, Pedro, Dave, Alvin, Simon, and Theodore walked out into the hall and Eugene led them to a room. In front of the door was a placemat that read 'Clean Your Feet BEFORE Entering' so everyone wiped their feet on the placemat and walked in.

Andrew didn't find anything bad about that place. It was like a little house. Maybe they were going to make him live there instead of a cell. But he didn't know what lay ahead.

"We have to wait for him to get home." Bob stated. "That should be maybe four minutes. He usually gets here at 8:32 on the dot."

"Who?" Andrew asked.

"You'll see. If we tell now it'll ruin the surprise!" Eugene grinned. "Let's sit down and wait for him to get home."

"Who lives in a jail besides prisoners?" Alvin whispered to Simon and Theodore.

Everyone grabbed a chair and sat down. The room had five chairs, all red armchairs, and there were three doors.

Behind one door was a bathroom. Behind another was a bedroom. And behind the last was a kitchen.

"How much longer do we have to wait?" Wesley whined two seconds later.

"Not too much longer." Eugene said.

"We're not all gonna fit in those chairs." Andrew pointed out.

"Andrew's right." Ryan said. "We'll all just have to sit on the floor and wait. It wouldn't be fair if someone got in a chair and no one else did." So everyone sat on the floor and waited for the mystery person to come home.

Andrew shook nervously. He hoped that it wasn't a man who would beat him up or something.

Then they heard some humming outside the door. The person was opening the door with groceries in two brown shopping bags. He opened the door and Eugene whispered to the three other police, "He's home!"

The person walked in the room. Dave rolled his eyes when he saw who it was.

"WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING IN MY HOUSE?!" Pablo screamed. "Dave, is that you?"

"Yeah!" Dave smiled.

"YAY!" Pablo dropped his groceries and ran to give Dave a hug.

"Uh, you broke the eggs." Wesley pointed to the yellow liquid poured all over the floor near the brown shopping bags.

"Oops." Pablo let go of a horror-stricken Dave and began to clean up the mess.

"Um, Pablo, I know you know we hate you, but would you please do us a favor?" Eugene asked.

"As long as it has nothing to do with my mother, then okay." Pablo smiled.

"It's about Andrew, who's right there." Eugene pointed to Andrew sitting on the floor.

Andrew thought, Oh, no.

"What do you want me to do, fellow police officers?" Pablo asked, glaring at Andrew.

"You know Dave's son, the one that went missing, right?" Eugene inquired.

"Yeah." Pablo replied.

"Well, Andrew is the one that kidnapped him. Would you please do such a simple thing as this?" Eugene whispered to Pablo what he wanted Pablo to do.

"That sounds so fun!" Pablo clapped his hands.

"Well, we best be on our way." Eugene waved. "But first…" he tied Andrew to a chair. "There, that's good. We'll be going now. Are you sure you can handle this?" Eugene asked Pablo.

"It's really easy!" Pablo squeaked. "I do it all the time, subconsciously of course."

Eugene nodded and he and his four friends laughed. Dave was confused. "What exactly are we doing, anyway?" Dave asked Eugene.

"It's a fate definitely worse than death!" Bob laughed. "We're locking Andrew in Pablo's house FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE!"

"You guys are sick." Dave shook his head and smiled.

Pablo was having fun with Andrew. "So there I was, eating Salt and Vinegar chips, when all of a sudden Leave it to Beaver was on! So, as I was watching it, I ran out of chips so I went to the store and bought some new ones!" Pablo laughed. "Weird, I know."

Andrew sure knew that his punishment was worse than death. He couldn't stand Pablo. He was only locked in for a couple of seconds and he already wanted to kill Pablo.

"I like skeletons and mummies. Mummies used to invade my dreams. They convinced me that square crackers were possessed." Pablo laughed. "It's a good thing I don't eat them anymore."

Andrew rolled his eyes. "You are weird." He muttered.

"My cousin Polly has two dogs named Puppy and Popeye. She feeds Popeye his favorite food. Guess what it is!" Pablo shook Andrew.

"Spinach?" Andrew asked.

"No, silly, cat food!" Pablo laughed. "I'm sure that we are going to be great friends, huh, Andrew?"

"Best of friends." Andrew rolled his eyes, but inside, he was thinking, This is so evil of the police!

A/N: How did you like it? Did you even like it at all? I expect some reviews. I won't update until I see at least one review! Oh, BTW, I got that 'heterochromia' definition from Wikipedia. YAY ME!

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